aliengeekgirl: (Tosh and Owen picture)
She sat quietly in the pub, preferring to watch the interaction of the others to taking part herself. Owen and Gwen were having some argument about how big the alien they had chased down today was, with Ianto making occasional comments. Jack had joined them for a while, but had vanished now. Tosh sat to the side of them, smiling gently as she watched the interaction.

Could she really do this? Could she walk away from the few friends she had? She sat, sipping her drink.

Owen turned towards her and raised an eyebrow. “Okay, why you so quiet?” he asked, in his usual bluff manner.

Tosh looked at him, surprised he’d noticed. He’d seemed so engrossed in talking to Gwen that she hadn’t realised he was looking at her. “Why not?” she said, smiling slightly.

Gwen frowned at her. “Sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Tosh said, the smile coming easily to her. After all, she’d been doing it for five years, to fit in. It was her nature, after all.

It wasn’t long before she excused herself, saying she was tired, saying her goodbyes to the others and heading out to the fresh air. She should have told them, she knew, but she couldn’t. Not when they were having such a good time.

“Tosh.” A familiar voice came out of the darkness behind her, and she turned to look at Owen. He hurried over to her, drawing his coat against him in the cold night air.

“Owen,” she said, continuing to walk when he was beside her. “Thought you were going to have a few more.”

“Nah,” he said, doing a bad job of lying for once. “Bit knackered.” Tosh stopped, glancing at him for a moment, before carrying on. “What?”

“You may be many things, Owen, but at times you’re a terrible liar,” she said, smiling ever so slightly.

“Yeah, well,” Owen started, then stopped. “Okay, I was worried about you, I came to check you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” Tosh said, slightly too quickly. “There. Checking done. Go back and enjoy yourself.”

Owen put his hand on her shoulder, forcing her to stop and turn and look at him. “Bull,” he said eventually. “Something’s up.”

Tosh looked around her, figuring out where she was. “Owen. You really don’t want to know.”

“Ever since Tommy, there’s been something wrong,” Owen said quietly.

“There’s an cafe round the corner. Buy me a coffee?” Tosh asked, knowing he wouldn’t give up.

“Lead on.”


She’d missed this, she realised as she sat cradling her drink, Owen sitting opposite her. It had been a long time since they’d simply sat and talked. Owen’s relationships with firstly Gwen, then Diane, and the mistrust sown between them by Mary seemed to fall away in the cafe, their friendship of old showing glimpses of returning.

“Don’t think that I don’t know what’s happening,” Owen said suddenly.

Tosh shook her head, confused. “About what?” she said.

“Well, I could say about Tommy, about knowing exactly what it was like after falling for Diane then her leaving, but honestly? I overheard you talking to Jack.”

Tosh froze for a moment. “I suppose I shouldn’t really be surprised,” she said eventually.

“You know me,” Owen said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Only too well.”

“Why, Tosh?” Owen asked, watching Tosh carefully. “Why now? Is this really what you want to do, because I can’t see you being happy anywhere else, and if you do it, there’s no way back. You’d really walk away from everything and everyone who cares about you? ‘Cause you don’t exactly have many people out there.”

Tosh looked away from Owen for a moment. “Did Jack ever tell you how I came to work at Torchwood?” she asked.

Owen frowned, then shook his head. “No, he didn’t.”

Tosh took a deep breath. “Five years ago, I was in a UNIT prison, having stolen plans for a sonic modulator. I was blackmailed into it, they used my mother, and I paid the price for it. I was in prison, but worse than that, I had to have no contact with her, or anyone at all. Jack said he’d get me out, if I came to work for him for five years, but I still could have no contact with mother.” She paused. “The five years are up. I’m tired of it, I want the chance to speak to her again.”

“And that’s it?” Owen asked. “You’ll just walk away from everything you’ve seen, everything you’ve done...”

“No it’s not like that. It’s...” She trailed off, unsure of what to say now she was faced with it. “You don’t know how hard it’s been. Wouldn’t you do the same?” she asked, but she knew the answer before Owen even spoke.

“No, I wouldn’t,” Owen replied. “God knows it’s been hard, it’s been hard for all of us. But you’re prepared to throw it all away, just like that. This job is a once in a lifetime opportunity! To do what we do on a regular basis...”

“Come on, Owen. This has been building up for a while. It was that damn necklace that started it, and you know it.” Well, the point where she found out about Gwen and Owen, and saw it all happening again. “We’ve seen people burn out before, working for Torchwood. I’d rather go with retcon than have another incident like Suzie.”

“You wouldn’t, Tosh. It’s not you,” Owen said, leaning back in his seat.

“How do you know?” Tosh replied.

“Because I know you, Toshiko Sato. I may act the twat at times, but I can read people well, especially you.” It wasn’t false modesty that had Owen saying that either. Tosh knew that he was the one person who could always read her, no matter what. “You’d give it all away, just to have a chance to see your mother once more? You’re a fighter, Tosh. Quiet one, but a fighter.”

“I’m tired of fighting,” she said.

“No, I don’t think you are. Maybe it feels like that now, but give it a few days, and it won’t. Trust me.”

“How many more people do we have to watch die, like Tommy?” she asked plaintively. “Answer me that?”

“That’s the way it goes. The nature of the job, all that crap that Jack’s probably already said,” Owen replied. “We deal, we move on.”

“No more, Owen. I’ve made up my mind.”


Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 1068
Not binding to any Owen muse.
Set in What If? verse.
aliengeekgirl: (In cell)
It was overwhelming )

Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 787
Jack Harkness not binding to any muse
What If verse
aliengeekgirl: (Shooting glove)
“Toshiko!” Jack bounded out of his office into the central area of the Hub. Tosh had various pieces of computer strewn all over the place, while she was sat on the floor, rewiring something. She almost jumped as Jack called her name, then raised her head to look at him.

“Yes?” she replied, curious as to what he had in mind. She was still trying to figure out how she fitted into this place, and the fiddling with computers was something that made her feel normal. She was clinging to that like it was a lifeline.

“Something all new Torchwood staff get taught. Come on, I wanna show you something.” Tosh gave Jack a quizzical look, then caught Suzie’s eye. She was grinning, which made Tosh frown even more. She stood up and followed Jack

“Okay. What is it?” she asked as she hurried to catch up with him.

“Something you need to learn,” Jack said. “This isn’t a safe job by any means, so...” He rounded a corner into a tunnel – where Tosh was faced with paper targets hanging up, and racks upon racks of weapons, some which she recognised, others which she didn’t.

“Whoa,” she said, unable to help herself as she looked around her. “This is...”

“Pretty cool, huh? Jack finished for her. “Like I said, this job isn’t easy, or safe, so you need to learn how to fire all of these. Ever fired a gun before?”

Tosh shook her head, her eyes wide. “All of these?” she asked weakly, staring at Jack.

He moved close to her, and caught her gaze. “Toshiko, I never promised this would be an easy ride. UNIT know that, or they wouldn’t have let you go so easily. But this job is dangerous, and if I keep harping on about it, it’s so you know. Even though you’re our new technical specialist, you will be needed in the field, and not every alien is nice and friendly.”

Tosh took a deep breath, and nodded. She could do this. She had to.

“Okay, first and foremost. This is your standard issue gun...”


Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 351
aliengeekgirl: (A Day in the Life)
It was coming. Tosh could feel it in the air. She didn’t know how she knew, just that she did.

It was okay though. Really.

The night she realised, she smiled to herself as she sat at home, working through some reports. It struck her, crept up on her silently, like a whisper on the wind.

Tosh did what she knew she had to.

She made a list.

Over the next few days she started to tick off things from her list. Some were difficult, and took time. Others were easy.

And no one knew what she was doing.

That sense that someone was coming became clearer the day that Martha arrived at Torchwood. Somehow Tosh knew it would be soon.

And it was still okay. She went through her list, finishing off things, one by one.

There was one thing she still had to do.

The next day, Martha was going to enter the Pharm, find out what was going on. Everyone had taken off for the night, and Tosh was left alone.

She sat at her monitor, and pressed some buttons, then took off her glasses, and began to speak.

“if you're seeing this, I guess it means, I'm.... well, dead. Hope it was impressive! Not crossing the road or an incident with a toaster. I just wanted to say... it's OK. It really is. Jack, you saved me. You showed me all the wonders of the universe and... all those possibilities. And I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Thank you. And Owen, you never knew. I love you. All of you. And... I hope I did good.”

She reached out, and pressed stop, then encoded it into the system.

All ready for what the future would – or in her case wouldn’t - bring.


Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 218 (not including dialogue from show)
aliengeekgirl: (Coffee)
Coffee. Plain and simple. Well, not quite so plain and simple, but you get the idea.

To be fair, not every workplace can count a coffee making genius amongst it's staff. I don't know what he does to it, but every cup of coffee that Ianto makes is like that first cup after a month away from it. Smooth, but with that typical bitter overtones, he just knows exactly when you need that cup of coffee to give you the kick to keep going. And with the hours we sometimes pull, that's necessary.

... alright, the coffee may appear more when Jack is around, but that's just a good reason to keep him here, isn't it?

When the rest of us try to make coffee, it doesn't ever have the same taste. Honestly, don't let Owen near a coffee machine. Anything that could go wrong with it, will.

Personally, I think Ianto must have been the god of baristas in a previous life.



Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 162
aliengeekgirl: (In cell)
Who is one person who has changed your life and why?

There is a very simple answer to that question.

Captain Jack Harkness.

Of course, I know now that isn’t his real name, having met the real Jack Harkness, but it’s what I’ve always known him as, and he wears it as well as any other. I couldn’t think of him as anyone else.

Without going into too much painful detail, Jack saved me. He took me from where I was, from what I was, and showed me a different path. All the wonders of the universe, all those possibilities, just there, waiting for me. He offered me a chance to embrace them, to make a difference to the world about me. I reached out, and took it with both hands.

How often are you given chances like that? I’d have been a fool not to take it, even if only to get out of the situation I was in. But it turned out to be so much more... and I will forever be grateful to Jack for the chance.


Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 169
aliengeekgirl: (Action Tosh)
If you could travel back in time, would you? Why or why not?

Having done it once, no, I wouldn’t do it again. Not through choice.

One thing in my line of work is that you are aware of anything that could affect the time line. In many ways too aware of it. When I was in 1941 I was constantly double checking myself for what I said after one tiny mistake, easily forgotten by most, made me realise the potential. Never mind the grandfather paradox, a single word could change how someone reacted to an event, and that event could have ramifications back in your own time. I’d imagine it would be similar even if you went forward to a time beyond your own.

But possibly the worst thing about it is that you are so aware of how different you are, how attitudes have changed over time. I was met with suspicion, partly because of being an intelligent woman who didn’t appear to know her place, and partly of being Japanese in a time of war. I don’t know of any time when I have been so aware of being seen as an alien.

Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Word Count: 183
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