After being in New York, except not, there was no way Jack was going to let House's birthday go by without some kind of recognition. He woke up early and baked a cake. Okay, so it was one layer and kind of lopsided, but it tasted okay. It was the thought that counted, not the food, anyway. He'd promised Crowley future favors in return for some wine
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There was nothing that could be so awkward as Ace trying to talk to House, so Tosh was an angel in comparison.
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"I... kind of figured that coming was the right thing to do. You know."
To say that she was rubbish in social situations was an understatement.
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"So, what's new?"
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Unfortunately she was taking a sip of her drink when Ace asked her what was up, and she coughed, choking on it, her cheeks brightening. "Nothing. really, it's nothing. Just... No, never mind."
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"Were you asleep? This past weekend?" Tosh wished she'd thought to look for more names on the list, but she hadn't.
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"I went home." She looked back at Tosh, and she looked almost... haunted. "Went back to my TARDIS. Told him I didn't want to go with him anymore." She shrugged, her voice rough.
"That's all there is to it, isn't there? And it was a dream."
The fact that she'd told him to go to Torchwood, to leave her there and she'd worked-
That was irrelevent, because it wasn't true.
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"I'm pregnant." She blurted it out, before she could stop herself.
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"I had the Doctor take me back to Cardiff in 1989. To work for Torchwood." It was a rush of words just to fill the space as Ace watched her with wide eyes.
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She shrugged, and looked down at the grass around them.
"It was... interesting?"
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