Ashes to ashes [fic]
Title: Ashes to ashes
Author: shadowbyrd
Rating: PG
Pairing[s]: Tosh/Mary
Word Count: 256
Summary: She still comes back to haunt her.
No one at the Hub much cares about the smoking ban. Owen gave it up years ago. Gwen never picked it up (well, except that one time in the toilets at school, but that put her off it for life). Jack can’t be bothered with it anymore. Ianto does, but only very occasionally when everything’s gone especially to hell.
Tosh cares. Tosh likes it. Because that was the hardest to start with; going down the pub with everyone else, pretending like everything was normal and fine and there wasn’t a ghost in the room.
She spent her evenings enveloped in second-hand smoke and thought of coffee cups and kisses and bedsheets and caresses and clothes lying on the floor that tangle her feet. Thought about that ghost of hers hiding in her hair and clothes, crawling over her skin, pushing through her lips and past her teeth, swirling around her throat and wrists.
Her tired little wraith has found somewhere else to haunt now and has taken all the smoke with her. Whenever it threatens to return she just shuts her eyes and thinks about the sun. Thinks about the very centre of the centre of the solar system. Nothing of her would survive that, not cinders, not ashes. Not even second-hand smoke.
“You alright?” Owen asks, nudging her.
Tosh turns and smiles. “Fine. Just spotted an ex.” His eyebrows jump at that and he cranes his neck. Tosh thumps him on the arm and pushes past to their table before he can start questioning her.
A/N: Er...yeah. I'm not sure, either.
Author: shadowbyrd
Rating: PG
Pairing[s]: Tosh/Mary
Word Count: 256
Summary: She still comes back to haunt her.
No one at the Hub much cares about the smoking ban. Owen gave it up years ago. Gwen never picked it up (well, except that one time in the toilets at school, but that put her off it for life). Jack can’t be bothered with it anymore. Ianto does, but only very occasionally when everything’s gone especially to hell.
Tosh cares. Tosh likes it. Because that was the hardest to start with; going down the pub with everyone else, pretending like everything was normal and fine and there wasn’t a ghost in the room.
She spent her evenings enveloped in second-hand smoke and thought of coffee cups and kisses and bedsheets and caresses and clothes lying on the floor that tangle her feet. Thought about that ghost of hers hiding in her hair and clothes, crawling over her skin, pushing through her lips and past her teeth, swirling around her throat and wrists.
Her tired little wraith has found somewhere else to haunt now and has taken all the smoke with her. Whenever it threatens to return she just shuts her eyes and thinks about the sun. Thinks about the very centre of the centre of the solar system. Nothing of her would survive that, not cinders, not ashes. Not even second-hand smoke.
“You alright?” Owen asks, nudging her.
Tosh turns and smiles. “Fine. Just spotted an ex.” His eyebrows jump at that and he cranes his neck. Tosh thumps him on the arm and pushes past to their table before he can start questioning her.
A/N: Er...yeah. I'm not sure, either.