#owentosh

Tosh and Owen had been dating for about a month, and finally Owen had agreed to let her come over to his place. Here they were, and Owen wasn’t sure what to do.

“Would you, um, would you like a drink?”

He leaned over next to the fridge before remembering, with horror, what she would see.

And see it she did.

“You have a picture of me? On your fridge?”

Said picture of Tosh was of one of her first days at Torchwood. She had on the most beautiful smile, and she was wearing a gorgeous blue dress. She had felt like dressing up quite a bit for the first few months - anything but that ratty prison uniform. She wanted to take pride in her appearance, and though Owen had never said anything, he had noticed.

“Yeah, and I’ve got drinks inside it! Would you like some?” he desperately wanted to change the subject.

“You have a picture of me. On your fridge.” 

Owen sighed. “Yes, yes I do. You’re beautiful, and I like to remember it even when you’re not around.”

“Oh.” 

Tosh blushed.

“And I know I for one am not drunk enough for this conversation.”

He got out the wine and placed it on the table, along with a couple of glasses, and they kissed and talked into the night.

“You’re beautiful, too, Owen. Really beautiful.” she touched his hair. “Your hair is so soft, and spiky. LIke a hedgehog.”

“I’m sure it is. And you’re drunk. We should get you to bed.”

The next morning, they were quite late to work, earning more than one knowing glance.

You know, as much as I don’t want that to be their forever ending, it’s such a good death scene, probably one of the best I’ve ever run across in media. They’re just so brave and so sweet and so good. Tosh rolling her broken body down the stairs is the most badass and also heartbreaking thing, and god, just ... the easy teamwork, his delight when he gets her back on the radio and they can work together to solve this; the way they’re both trying so hard to be brave for the other one, and make it easier for the other one, when they’re both dying. Owen’s voice going all gentle when he asks her if she’s okay over the radio, and walking himself back down from his screaming meltdown as soon as he realizes he’s causing her pain, and Tosh just ... keeping all her pain to herself so that he won’t have to deal with knowing she’s dying on top of everything else, so he can at least die thinking that he saved her.

I even got a little something for my Owen/Ianto feels, the bottomless despair in Ianto’s voice when he sees what’s happening on the nuclear power station monitors and realizes that’s where Owen is.

Hahaha oh man this is gonna end up more like a ficlet or a one-shot than a drabble *has an idea*.

Gimme a couple of days XD