To Mary Sue Toshiko
Title: er.... didn't get that far!
Auther: silver_x_cross
Pairing: none
Characters: Toshiko, others
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: up to episode 7 Greeks bearing Gifts
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
erm.... well this is kinda different. I wrote it a week ago, literally in one night, just after seeing episode 7. The Buffy characters are from season 5 episode Checkpoint, with references to season 3 and Faith. Anyway, hope you'll look beyond the madness to give it a chance and let me know what you think.
I am about to do what I swore I would never commit to words in my fanfictions. I am about to Mary Sue a character.
For those unfamiliar with the term a Mary (Or occasionally Marty) Sue falls under one of two categories:
1) An Original Character- usually within the domain of the more immature writer the Mary Sue is the original character placed within the Fandom to completely shake it up. In Harry Potter she will be the most powerful of all witches, in Lord of the Rings the most beautiful Elf Maiden. In X Men she will be the most powerful mutant who will tame the Wolverine and have Iceman and Pyro fighting over her. Female characters will originally hate her, but the Mary Sue will teach them a lesson and they will fall to their knees, humbled by their mistake. The Mary Sue will, of course, graciously forgive them, for that is how wonderful she is. Oh, and she can always sing for some reason.
2) The shake up of a pre existing character- more interesting and can sometimes work well (which I hope mine will) Good, and frequent, examples are Xander or Andrew from BtVS suddenly discovering that they, in fact, have more a destiny than cannon allowed- often giving them more strength than a Slayer and/or more magic than Willow. Sometimes they work well, often they don’t.
So, why am I about to Mary Sue a TW character, and more importantly, who? I am going to MS Toshiko, because, even in last nights episode she is under appreciated. And I wanna change that!! Spoilers up to episode 7 to be on the safe side.
This will be a crossover with Buffy. In season 3 we were introduced to the Dark Slayer, Faith. One of the first things we learnt about her was that she witnessed the brutal murder of her first Watcher. As for the Watcher herself, we learn nothing else. So what if she had a relative…..
-*~*-*~*-*~*-
Toshiko Sato was hunched over her desk, trying to repair the damage done to her computer by Owen bloody Harper. How that man had sat still and concentrated long enough to become a Doctor she would never know. The juvenile delinquent had kicked a football at her beloved baby, disconnecting it and destroying weeks of research. She looked up to see Ianto place a steaming mug on coffee next to her, smiling in sympathy. He was as infuriated by Owen as often as she was, the Doctor’s brash nature at odds with his quiet seriousness. The only difference was Ianto did not have the soft spot that she had for Owen, Owen who could make her giggle when she was feeling down and knew her favourite StarBucks coffee. Only, it seemed that he was making Gwen giggle these days. She inwardly winced as she remembered everything she had found out when she was telepathic. Stupid, she scolded herself, stupid, how could she, with all her training and background, place an unknown amulet around her neck? She had been lucky her head had not exploded. Jack was still angry with her, she could tell, angry about how naïve she had been. Owen and Gwen were angry about the invasion of their privacy. The only one not to judge her was Ianto, but then he was not exactly in a position to judge after the Lisa fiasco. She was snapped out of her reverie by Jack calling her name. He looked furious.
“Toshiko, would you like to explain to me how these people know exactly who were are and exactly how to find us?”
She looked around confused as Owen and Gwen stopped their joking to pay attention. There, by the door, was a man in his late 60s flanked by two younger men and one woman. Anger clouded her mind and, without thinking, she summoned a fireball to her hand, before sending it flying to the group. They barely reacted. The woman, Lydia Toshiko’s memory supplied, simply raised her hand and the flames simmered out of existence. The men simply looked bored, the two sidekicks, Philip and Nigel if memory served, wandering over to look disdainfully at Owen’s work bench. Jack’s face had melted from fury to bewilderment, mixed with a healthy dose of fear, an expression mirrored on the rest of her colleagues. It was the first time she had ever seen Captain Jack lost for words. She locked eyes with Lydia before nodding with respect. The other woman’s magical ability was impressive, but she already knew it was no match for her own. Lydia had taught herself magic, Toshiko’s powers had run in her family. Still, she should not underestimate Lydia, and Philip and Nigel were still unknown qualities. Instead she decided to focus on their leader, her former boss.
“Quentin Travers.” Sparks of bright lightning danced at her fingertips in warning.
“Miss Sato. I must admit I am a little disappointed in your welcome.”
“So am I. I forgot Lydia knew defensive magic, not a mistake I’ll make again.”
Travers chuckled. “My dear, I have missed you.”
“Don’t you dare act like we were friends Quentin. I told you, I never wanted to see you again.”
“Toshiko, you were like the daughter I never had, did you really think the Council would abandon you, even if you abandoned them?”
“You mean you’ve been spying on me.” She was not surprised. The Watchers Council were never ones to lose sight of assets, even if said asset wanted to disappear. She smiled inwardly as Travers’ face hardened.
“It would be dangerous to allow a Witch like yourself to roam unmonitored.”
“Witch?” Gwen was, shockingly, the first to rediscover her voice. Even if that voice was shaky and barely audible.
“What the hell is going on Toshiko?” Jack was almost yelling, a sure sign of how rattled he was.
“It’s complicated Jack, and quite frankly it’s private.” She did not let her eyes drop from holding Travers’ gaze.
“You’re one to talk about private,” Owen snapped. His face had gone pale, his dark eyes twitching between Tosh, Travers and his work bench, and the two men going through his things. Having the conversation swing onto more familiar ground was clearly comforting.
“I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but I agree with Owen,” Jack stated, his arms folded tightly across his chest.
Tosh sighed and let her head drop. “Captain Jack Harkness, my current boss, meet Quentin Travers, head of the Watchers Council, my former boss.”
“Watchers Council? You worked for the Government.”
“A fabricated past,” Travers waved his hand, airily dismissing Jack’s question. “All Watchers have them. We find them useful.”
“What’s a Watcher?” Gwen stammered.
“Toshiko is.”
“Was,” Tosh replied sharply. “I was once, I’m not anymore.”
“One never stops being a Watcher child. It is a duty we are born with and one that stays with us until we die.”
“Like my sister did.”
The silence that reigned over the Hub was deafening, Tosh’s words killing any other questions that may have been asked. Travers sighed heavily, finally dropping his gaze. He pulled out a hip flask and took a long swig before he responded.
“Nobody regretted her death more than I.”
“You regretted it.” The sparks grew brighter. “You regretted it so much that you sent an inexperienced Watcher you thought you could control to guide her Slayer, rather than me. I should have continued what she started, but instead you let your personal vendetta against Rupert Giles and the Senior Slayer cloud your judgment.”
The sparks grew brighter still and several things in the room began to shake.
“Tosh,” Jack called warningly. “TOSH!”
“Toshiko.” Ianto’s voice was so soft it was barely heard, but somehow it managed cut through her rage and the power that everyone had felt rise died down. The Torchwood crew started though, when they noticed that Tosh’s eyes had become a solid black. Ianto had been quiet thus far, remaining behind the newcomers, observing the situation. Now he stepped forward, his long legs taking him to Tosh’s side swiftly. He raised his hand to gently brush away a lock of hair that had fallen over her face. “How long ago did she die?”
“Almost four years ago.” Her voice was hoarse, as if she had been screaming.
“How?”
“She was tortured to death by Kakistos”
Ianto did not need to hear any more. He had no idea who or what Kakistos was, or what any of the talk about Watchers or Slayers meant. All he knew was that Toshiko, his friend, was hurting and that was all he needed.
Unfortunately that was not all that Jack needed. His emotions had been swinging violently from angry at Tosh, to scared of Tosh, to angry with the visitors and he was through with it. He wanted some answers, and if Tosh was not going to talk, he was just going to have to make this Travers guy do it. He picked up the shorter man by the collar, slamming him against the wall, ignoring the squawks of protest from Gwen.
“Start explaining,” He growled out through a tense jaw.
“Very well,” Travers wheezed, his air supply being really quite restricted. Jack loosened his grip slightly. Which was all that Philip needed to wrench Jack’s arm away from his, twisting it around his back and driving him to his knees. Travers straightened his tie as he rose from where he had fallen on the floor.
“It would seem, my dear, that your current employer lacks the decorum your previous one did.”
“That’s enough Quentin.” A slight wind blew through the Hub at Tosh’s words. The black slowly bled out of her eyes as they returned to normal. “Unlike you, I have no motive to keep the Council’s secrets. These people deserve to know the truth.”
“And break the oaths you swore so many years ago.”
“I broke those oaths when I turned my back on the Council.”
“That you did.” With that Travers sat down on the chair Owen normally used and took another long drink from his hip flask. Tosh found herself longing to grab it and have a long drink herself before she explained to her colleagues and friends that she had lied about her past.
“As you may have guessed, I haven’t been exactly truthful about some things,” she began, ignoring Owen’s snort of laughter. “My parents were both Watchers, as were my grandparents going back several generations. My sister and I followed in their footsteps.”
“But what exactly are Watchers?” Gwen asked.
“Aliens are not the only threat this world faces. There are demons that originate from this planet, ancient and evil.”
“Like those fairies.”
“Exactly. And many others, vampires, werewolves. Many, many others. The Watchers Council was established to counter the demon threat, and to guide and train the Slayer. She is the one girl chosen to fight the darkness, gifted with extraordinary strength and accelerated healing. Although, for some reason there’s two at the moment, the line was split somehow.”
“And your sister was a Watcher?” Jack questioned.
Tosh took a deep breath. This part would be the hardest to talk about. As if sensing her pain, Ianto gently held her hand, silently lending her his support. Smiling gratefully at him, she continued her story.
“My family have been Witches for as long as we have been Watchers, possibly longer. That is probably why we were recruited by the Council. When choosing a Watcher to go onto active duty, the Council tends to favour those with some magical abilities. My sister was sent to Boston, to train the latest Slayer, a young girl named Faith Lehane. Kakistos was the dominant vampire in that part at the time. When discovered that there was a Slayer in his town he decided to hunt her down. But he didn’t kill her. Instead he forced her to watch while he tortured my sister, her Watcher, to death in front of her.”
“Then what happened?” Owen’s voice was subdued.
Tosh allowed herself a small grin. “Faith gouged his eye out and fled. My sister taught her to be strong, and also when to pick her battles. She fled to Sunnydale, where the Senior Slayer and her Watcher were. They helped destroy Kakistos.”
She turned her hard gaze back to Travers. “I should have been sent there, I should have continued her training. But instead you send Wyndam-Pryce. A Watcher with no magical ability to the Hellmouth to train a traumatised Slayer. All because you had a falling out with Giles and wanted a puppet.” She smiled, almost cruelly. “How is Wesley these days anyway? Last I heard he was working for a Vampire.”
Tosh almost laughed at the blushes from all four Watchers. Good for Wesley, he had seen the light about the Council.
“Um, I have a question,” Gwen timidly raised her hand. Gods, is she actually afraid of me, Tosh wondered. Blinking, she gestured for Gwen to continue.
“Why have you never shown us this before? I mean, with those villagers..” The entire Torchwood Group shuddered.
“Why didn’t you mojo them all?” Owen interjected, a tinge of anger colouring his voice.
“The village, the entire area, was in a Void,” Tosh replied, shrugging helplessly.
“Void….” Jack let the question tail off.
“Magic exists everywhere,” Lydia spoke up for the first time, making everyone in the room jump. “Witches can access the power, manipulating it for their own needs. But, in some rare places, Voids, there is no magic for Witches to use, rendering them unable to cast spells, leaving them like any other human.”
“Huh, fair enough, I guess.” Jack shook his head slightly, as though that would suddenly make everything make sense again.
“Ok, I have another question, “ Gwen ventured, again waiting for Tosh to gesture for her to continue. “What happened to Faith?”
Tosh winced. “This happened after I left the Council. I was so angry about being refused access to her in favour of Wesley that I left. I began working for Torchwood not long after. But I still regularly hacked into the Council’s records to keep tabs on her. There was an accident in Sunnydale; Faith killed a human by mistake. She couldn’t cope and went a little haywire.”
“A little haywire,” the previously silent Nigel exploded. “She allied herself with a Warlock trying to achieve an Ascension to full demonhood. She went on a killing spree.”
“And the Council did nothing to help,” Tosh snapped back. “You sent Inquisitions after her, assassins too. A Vampire did more to help her for Gods sake.”
“Regardless,” Travers intervened smoothly. “Miss Lehane ended up in a coma after a battle with her fellow Slayer. When she woke she went on the run. Eventually she handed herself into the police. She has been in jail for the last few years.”
“So why are you here now?” Jack asked. “Apart from bringing up bad memories for a member of my staff, who apparently told you to stay out of her life.”
Travers looked at Toshiko. “Because Miss Lehane has been granted parole. And we want you to be her Watcher. To finish what your sister started.”
Tosh felt as though all the air had been knocked out of her. Almost laughing in disbelief she glared at the man she had once considered to be like her father. “You’re a bastard.”
“Actually, my parents were quite married, I can assure you.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ok, I’m finishing it there- since I’m tired and I want to go to bed! Not my best work I feel, but the idea was bugging me so much I had to write it. Do any of you think I should continue with this- see what decision Tosh comes to, to stay with Torchwood or train Faith. (If so- what title can I give this?!)
Dedicated to Toshiko Sato how I see her- a strong bitch who takes crap from no one!
Auther: silver_x_cross
Pairing: none
Characters: Toshiko, others
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: up to episode 7 Greeks bearing Gifts
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
erm.... well this is kinda different. I wrote it a week ago, literally in one night, just after seeing episode 7. The Buffy characters are from season 5 episode Checkpoint, with references to season 3 and Faith. Anyway, hope you'll look beyond the madness to give it a chance and let me know what you think.
I am about to do what I swore I would never commit to words in my fanfictions. I am about to Mary Sue a character.
For those unfamiliar with the term a Mary (Or occasionally Marty) Sue falls under one of two categories:
1) An Original Character- usually within the domain of the more immature writer the Mary Sue is the original character placed within the Fandom to completely shake it up. In Harry Potter she will be the most powerful of all witches, in Lord of the Rings the most beautiful Elf Maiden. In X Men she will be the most powerful mutant who will tame the Wolverine and have Iceman and Pyro fighting over her. Female characters will originally hate her, but the Mary Sue will teach them a lesson and they will fall to their knees, humbled by their mistake. The Mary Sue will, of course, graciously forgive them, for that is how wonderful she is. Oh, and she can always sing for some reason.
2) The shake up of a pre existing character- more interesting and can sometimes work well (which I hope mine will) Good, and frequent, examples are Xander or Andrew from BtVS suddenly discovering that they, in fact, have more a destiny than cannon allowed- often giving them more strength than a Slayer and/or more magic than Willow. Sometimes they work well, often they don’t.
So, why am I about to Mary Sue a TW character, and more importantly, who? I am going to MS Toshiko, because, even in last nights episode she is under appreciated. And I wanna change that!! Spoilers up to episode 7 to be on the safe side.
This will be a crossover with Buffy. In season 3 we were introduced to the Dark Slayer, Faith. One of the first things we learnt about her was that she witnessed the brutal murder of her first Watcher. As for the Watcher herself, we learn nothing else. So what if she had a relative…..
-*~*-*~*-*~*-
Toshiko Sato was hunched over her desk, trying to repair the damage done to her computer by Owen bloody Harper. How that man had sat still and concentrated long enough to become a Doctor she would never know. The juvenile delinquent had kicked a football at her beloved baby, disconnecting it and destroying weeks of research. She looked up to see Ianto place a steaming mug on coffee next to her, smiling in sympathy. He was as infuriated by Owen as often as she was, the Doctor’s brash nature at odds with his quiet seriousness. The only difference was Ianto did not have the soft spot that she had for Owen, Owen who could make her giggle when she was feeling down and knew her favourite StarBucks coffee. Only, it seemed that he was making Gwen giggle these days. She inwardly winced as she remembered everything she had found out when she was telepathic. Stupid, she scolded herself, stupid, how could she, with all her training and background, place an unknown amulet around her neck? She had been lucky her head had not exploded. Jack was still angry with her, she could tell, angry about how naïve she had been. Owen and Gwen were angry about the invasion of their privacy. The only one not to judge her was Ianto, but then he was not exactly in a position to judge after the Lisa fiasco. She was snapped out of her reverie by Jack calling her name. He looked furious.
“Toshiko, would you like to explain to me how these people know exactly who were are and exactly how to find us?”
She looked around confused as Owen and Gwen stopped their joking to pay attention. There, by the door, was a man in his late 60s flanked by two younger men and one woman. Anger clouded her mind and, without thinking, she summoned a fireball to her hand, before sending it flying to the group. They barely reacted. The woman, Lydia Toshiko’s memory supplied, simply raised her hand and the flames simmered out of existence. The men simply looked bored, the two sidekicks, Philip and Nigel if memory served, wandering over to look disdainfully at Owen’s work bench. Jack’s face had melted from fury to bewilderment, mixed with a healthy dose of fear, an expression mirrored on the rest of her colleagues. It was the first time she had ever seen Captain Jack lost for words. She locked eyes with Lydia before nodding with respect. The other woman’s magical ability was impressive, but she already knew it was no match for her own. Lydia had taught herself magic, Toshiko’s powers had run in her family. Still, she should not underestimate Lydia, and Philip and Nigel were still unknown qualities. Instead she decided to focus on their leader, her former boss.
“Quentin Travers.” Sparks of bright lightning danced at her fingertips in warning.
“Miss Sato. I must admit I am a little disappointed in your welcome.”
“So am I. I forgot Lydia knew defensive magic, not a mistake I’ll make again.”
Travers chuckled. “My dear, I have missed you.”
“Don’t you dare act like we were friends Quentin. I told you, I never wanted to see you again.”
“Toshiko, you were like the daughter I never had, did you really think the Council would abandon you, even if you abandoned them?”
“You mean you’ve been spying on me.” She was not surprised. The Watchers Council were never ones to lose sight of assets, even if said asset wanted to disappear. She smiled inwardly as Travers’ face hardened.
“It would be dangerous to allow a Witch like yourself to roam unmonitored.”
“Witch?” Gwen was, shockingly, the first to rediscover her voice. Even if that voice was shaky and barely audible.
“What the hell is going on Toshiko?” Jack was almost yelling, a sure sign of how rattled he was.
“It’s complicated Jack, and quite frankly it’s private.” She did not let her eyes drop from holding Travers’ gaze.
“You’re one to talk about private,” Owen snapped. His face had gone pale, his dark eyes twitching between Tosh, Travers and his work bench, and the two men going through his things. Having the conversation swing onto more familiar ground was clearly comforting.
“I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but I agree with Owen,” Jack stated, his arms folded tightly across his chest.
Tosh sighed and let her head drop. “Captain Jack Harkness, my current boss, meet Quentin Travers, head of the Watchers Council, my former boss.”
“Watchers Council? You worked for the Government.”
“A fabricated past,” Travers waved his hand, airily dismissing Jack’s question. “All Watchers have them. We find them useful.”
“What’s a Watcher?” Gwen stammered.
“Toshiko is.”
“Was,” Tosh replied sharply. “I was once, I’m not anymore.”
“One never stops being a Watcher child. It is a duty we are born with and one that stays with us until we die.”
“Like my sister did.”
The silence that reigned over the Hub was deafening, Tosh’s words killing any other questions that may have been asked. Travers sighed heavily, finally dropping his gaze. He pulled out a hip flask and took a long swig before he responded.
“Nobody regretted her death more than I.”
“You regretted it.” The sparks grew brighter. “You regretted it so much that you sent an inexperienced Watcher you thought you could control to guide her Slayer, rather than me. I should have continued what she started, but instead you let your personal vendetta against Rupert Giles and the Senior Slayer cloud your judgment.”
The sparks grew brighter still and several things in the room began to shake.
“Tosh,” Jack called warningly. “TOSH!”
“Toshiko.” Ianto’s voice was so soft it was barely heard, but somehow it managed cut through her rage and the power that everyone had felt rise died down. The Torchwood crew started though, when they noticed that Tosh’s eyes had become a solid black. Ianto had been quiet thus far, remaining behind the newcomers, observing the situation. Now he stepped forward, his long legs taking him to Tosh’s side swiftly. He raised his hand to gently brush away a lock of hair that had fallen over her face. “How long ago did she die?”
“Almost four years ago.” Her voice was hoarse, as if she had been screaming.
“How?”
“She was tortured to death by Kakistos”
Ianto did not need to hear any more. He had no idea who or what Kakistos was, or what any of the talk about Watchers or Slayers meant. All he knew was that Toshiko, his friend, was hurting and that was all he needed.
Unfortunately that was not all that Jack needed. His emotions had been swinging violently from angry at Tosh, to scared of Tosh, to angry with the visitors and he was through with it. He wanted some answers, and if Tosh was not going to talk, he was just going to have to make this Travers guy do it. He picked up the shorter man by the collar, slamming him against the wall, ignoring the squawks of protest from Gwen.
“Start explaining,” He growled out through a tense jaw.
“Very well,” Travers wheezed, his air supply being really quite restricted. Jack loosened his grip slightly. Which was all that Philip needed to wrench Jack’s arm away from his, twisting it around his back and driving him to his knees. Travers straightened his tie as he rose from where he had fallen on the floor.
“It would seem, my dear, that your current employer lacks the decorum your previous one did.”
“That’s enough Quentin.” A slight wind blew through the Hub at Tosh’s words. The black slowly bled out of her eyes as they returned to normal. “Unlike you, I have no motive to keep the Council’s secrets. These people deserve to know the truth.”
“And break the oaths you swore so many years ago.”
“I broke those oaths when I turned my back on the Council.”
“That you did.” With that Travers sat down on the chair Owen normally used and took another long drink from his hip flask. Tosh found herself longing to grab it and have a long drink herself before she explained to her colleagues and friends that she had lied about her past.
“As you may have guessed, I haven’t been exactly truthful about some things,” she began, ignoring Owen’s snort of laughter. “My parents were both Watchers, as were my grandparents going back several generations. My sister and I followed in their footsteps.”
“But what exactly are Watchers?” Gwen asked.
“Aliens are not the only threat this world faces. There are demons that originate from this planet, ancient and evil.”
“Like those fairies.”
“Exactly. And many others, vampires, werewolves. Many, many others. The Watchers Council was established to counter the demon threat, and to guide and train the Slayer. She is the one girl chosen to fight the darkness, gifted with extraordinary strength and accelerated healing. Although, for some reason there’s two at the moment, the line was split somehow.”
“And your sister was a Watcher?” Jack questioned.
Tosh took a deep breath. This part would be the hardest to talk about. As if sensing her pain, Ianto gently held her hand, silently lending her his support. Smiling gratefully at him, she continued her story.
“My family have been Witches for as long as we have been Watchers, possibly longer. That is probably why we were recruited by the Council. When choosing a Watcher to go onto active duty, the Council tends to favour those with some magical abilities. My sister was sent to Boston, to train the latest Slayer, a young girl named Faith Lehane. Kakistos was the dominant vampire in that part at the time. When discovered that there was a Slayer in his town he decided to hunt her down. But he didn’t kill her. Instead he forced her to watch while he tortured my sister, her Watcher, to death in front of her.”
“Then what happened?” Owen’s voice was subdued.
Tosh allowed herself a small grin. “Faith gouged his eye out and fled. My sister taught her to be strong, and also when to pick her battles. She fled to Sunnydale, where the Senior Slayer and her Watcher were. They helped destroy Kakistos.”
She turned her hard gaze back to Travers. “I should have been sent there, I should have continued her training. But instead you send Wyndam-Pryce. A Watcher with no magical ability to the Hellmouth to train a traumatised Slayer. All because you had a falling out with Giles and wanted a puppet.” She smiled, almost cruelly. “How is Wesley these days anyway? Last I heard he was working for a Vampire.”
Tosh almost laughed at the blushes from all four Watchers. Good for Wesley, he had seen the light about the Council.
“Um, I have a question,” Gwen timidly raised her hand. Gods, is she actually afraid of me, Tosh wondered. Blinking, she gestured for Gwen to continue.
“Why have you never shown us this before? I mean, with those villagers..” The entire Torchwood Group shuddered.
“Why didn’t you mojo them all?” Owen interjected, a tinge of anger colouring his voice.
“The village, the entire area, was in a Void,” Tosh replied, shrugging helplessly.
“Void….” Jack let the question tail off.
“Magic exists everywhere,” Lydia spoke up for the first time, making everyone in the room jump. “Witches can access the power, manipulating it for their own needs. But, in some rare places, Voids, there is no magic for Witches to use, rendering them unable to cast spells, leaving them like any other human.”
“Huh, fair enough, I guess.” Jack shook his head slightly, as though that would suddenly make everything make sense again.
“Ok, I have another question, “ Gwen ventured, again waiting for Tosh to gesture for her to continue. “What happened to Faith?”
Tosh winced. “This happened after I left the Council. I was so angry about being refused access to her in favour of Wesley that I left. I began working for Torchwood not long after. But I still regularly hacked into the Council’s records to keep tabs on her. There was an accident in Sunnydale; Faith killed a human by mistake. She couldn’t cope and went a little haywire.”
“A little haywire,” the previously silent Nigel exploded. “She allied herself with a Warlock trying to achieve an Ascension to full demonhood. She went on a killing spree.”
“And the Council did nothing to help,” Tosh snapped back. “You sent Inquisitions after her, assassins too. A Vampire did more to help her for Gods sake.”
“Regardless,” Travers intervened smoothly. “Miss Lehane ended up in a coma after a battle with her fellow Slayer. When she woke she went on the run. Eventually she handed herself into the police. She has been in jail for the last few years.”
“So why are you here now?” Jack asked. “Apart from bringing up bad memories for a member of my staff, who apparently told you to stay out of her life.”
Travers looked at Toshiko. “Because Miss Lehane has been granted parole. And we want you to be her Watcher. To finish what your sister started.”
Tosh felt as though all the air had been knocked out of her. Almost laughing in disbelief she glared at the man she had once considered to be like her father. “You’re a bastard.”
“Actually, my parents were quite married, I can assure you.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ok, I’m finishing it there- since I’m tired and I want to go to bed! Not my best work I feel, but the idea was bugging me so much I had to write it. Do any of you think I should continue with this- see what decision Tosh comes to, to stay with Torchwood or train Faith. (If so- what title can I give this?!)
Dedicated to Toshiko Sato how I see her- a strong bitch who takes crap from no one!