Hanging Out
Title: Hanging Out
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato
Rating: PG-13
Words: 911
Spoilers: S2E6, S2E8
Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for cotton_candy_bingo prompt "Reluctant Help / Comfort"
Owen sighed and pushed himself up off the sofa.
He padded over to the door and opened it just as Tosh was about to knock again.
“What is it Tosh? I told you we are not dating.”
“I know. You made that perfectly clear last time. Look - no food, no beer. Just me.”
“Fine.” said Owen turning his back on her and crossing the room back towards the sofa.
Tosh came in, closing the door behind her as Owen flopped back down.
“What are you watching?”
“Top Gear.”
“Ooh, is it the one in Botswana? With Oliver?”
“Yeah.”
“I like that one.” Tosh sat down beside him, close but not touching. They watched the episode in silence. After it finished Tosh got up, “See you tomorrow, Owen,” she said and let herself out leaving Owen staring nonplussed at the closed door.
The next evening Owen put his paper down and pushed his chair back from the table to answer the door.
“Tosh.”
“Hi Owen. Ooh I like this song,” she said pushing past him into the room.
Owen shrugged and sat back down at the table.
“What are you doing?”
“Crossword.”
Tosh went and stood looking down over his shoulder at the grid. “Three down is ‘Garboil”.
Owen turned and looked up at her, then back down at the clues ‘archaic form of confusion’, and finally filled in the word. Tosh sat down opposite him and rested her chin in her hands as she leaned over the table continuing to read the paper upside down.
Owen filled in a couple more clues before Tosh leaned over and pointed, “Verisimilitude”.
Owen glanced at the clue ‘realism’, then huffed “I was just about to write that.” Tosh smiled indulgently, obviously not fooled.
Between them they finished the rest of the crossword and the three sudokus on the back page of the newspaper then Tosh got up. “I’ll be off then. See you at work.”
The next evening when the knock came Owen was ready for it. He opened the door and walked back into the flat without even looking to see who it was. Tosh closed the door behind her and settled into the sofa next to her friend. “What are you watching?”
“Star Trek,” he replied eyes glued to the screen.
Tosh watched for a few more minutes then gave up and got her ipad out of her bag. She had work to do anyway. Owen looked over at her, bemused, then shrugged and left her to get on with it.
After a while Tosh got up and made herself a cup of green tea with a teabag that she took out of her handbag, obviously realising Owen no longer had such things in his flat.
When she had finished her drink she slipped her tablet back into its case and put it back into her handbag. She shouldered the bag, picked up her mug and washed it up in the sink then walked to the door, pausing with her hand on the handle and gazing fondly at the back of Owen’s head. She shook her own head lightly and opened the door. “Tomorrow Owen,” she said.
He just raised a hand and waved in acknowledgement not taking his eyes off the screen.
The next evening Tosh knocked and Owen yelled “it’s open!”
Toshiko came in and took her customary place on the sofa next to Owen. As soon as she was settled he picked up the remote and muted the TV then turned to look at her, bending one leg up onto the sofa and sitting on it so he could face her directly. “What are you doing here Tosh?” he asked.
“Watching TV, I thought.”
“You know I didn’t mean that. Why are you here?”
“Just hanging out with my friend?”
“Try again Tosh. You never came around this much before I died. You haven’t still got some weird notion about dating a dead man have you? You do know necrophilia is wrong…” he teased her, somewhat unkindly.
Tosh ignored his harsh words. “Sooner or later you are going to pass through the denial stage and you are going to need to face up to what happened to you. You are going to need a friend who understands and you are going to want to talk about things. I don’t want you to be alone when that happens.”
Owen sighed. “I’m not in denial Tosh. I know what happened to me. But we are Torchwood. Life - or in my case death - is shit.”
Tosh huffed out a short breath of quiet laughter.
“You don’t have to come around every night Tosh. I don’t need you.” Owen said, unaware of how much his harsh words would hurt his gentle companion.
Tosh hid her feelings well, smiling a tight lipped smile and shrugging her shoulders minutely.
Owen swung his feet back to the floor and stared at the muted TV. Before Tosh could settle on something suitable to say in reply, Owen continued still not looking at her, “but I quite like having you about. If you still want to come round every so often, that would be ok.
Tosh’s smile grew uncertainly. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Owen turned to look at her and offered a small, almost shy smile then lifted his arm over Tosh’s shoulder pulling her to him and placed a kiss on the top of her head. He unmuted the TV and they settled down to watch in comfortable silence.
Author: Timelordshines
Characters: Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato
Rating: PG-13
Words: 911
Spoilers: S2E6, S2E8
Disclaimer: Characters belong to RTD and the BBC - I’m just borrowing them.
Written for cotton_candy_bingo prompt "Reluctant Help / Comfort"
Owen sighed and pushed himself up off the sofa.
He padded over to the door and opened it just as Tosh was about to knock again.
“What is it Tosh? I told you we are not dating.”
“I know. You made that perfectly clear last time. Look - no food, no beer. Just me.”
“Fine.” said Owen turning his back on her and crossing the room back towards the sofa.
Tosh came in, closing the door behind her as Owen flopped back down.
“What are you watching?”
“Top Gear.”
“Ooh, is it the one in Botswana? With Oliver?”
“Yeah.”
“I like that one.” Tosh sat down beside him, close but not touching. They watched the episode in silence. After it finished Tosh got up, “See you tomorrow, Owen,” she said and let herself out leaving Owen staring nonplussed at the closed door.
The next evening Owen put his paper down and pushed his chair back from the table to answer the door.
“Tosh.”
“Hi Owen. Ooh I like this song,” she said pushing past him into the room.
Owen shrugged and sat back down at the table.
“What are you doing?”
“Crossword.”
Tosh went and stood looking down over his shoulder at the grid. “Three down is ‘Garboil”.
Owen turned and looked up at her, then back down at the clues ‘archaic form of confusion’, and finally filled in the word. Tosh sat down opposite him and rested her chin in her hands as she leaned over the table continuing to read the paper upside down.
Owen filled in a couple more clues before Tosh leaned over and pointed, “Verisimilitude”.
Owen glanced at the clue ‘realism’, then huffed “I was just about to write that.” Tosh smiled indulgently, obviously not fooled.
Between them they finished the rest of the crossword and the three sudokus on the back page of the newspaper then Tosh got up. “I’ll be off then. See you at work.”
The next evening when the knock came Owen was ready for it. He opened the door and walked back into the flat without even looking to see who it was. Tosh closed the door behind her and settled into the sofa next to her friend. “What are you watching?”
“Star Trek,” he replied eyes glued to the screen.
Tosh watched for a few more minutes then gave up and got her ipad out of her bag. She had work to do anyway. Owen looked over at her, bemused, then shrugged and left her to get on with it.
After a while Tosh got up and made herself a cup of green tea with a teabag that she took out of her handbag, obviously realising Owen no longer had such things in his flat.
When she had finished her drink she slipped her tablet back into its case and put it back into her handbag. She shouldered the bag, picked up her mug and washed it up in the sink then walked to the door, pausing with her hand on the handle and gazing fondly at the back of Owen’s head. She shook her own head lightly and opened the door. “Tomorrow Owen,” she said.
He just raised a hand and waved in acknowledgement not taking his eyes off the screen.
The next evening Tosh knocked and Owen yelled “it’s open!”
Toshiko came in and took her customary place on the sofa next to Owen. As soon as she was settled he picked up the remote and muted the TV then turned to look at her, bending one leg up onto the sofa and sitting on it so he could face her directly. “What are you doing here Tosh?” he asked.
“Watching TV, I thought.”
“You know I didn’t mean that. Why are you here?”
“Just hanging out with my friend?”
“Try again Tosh. You never came around this much before I died. You haven’t still got some weird notion about dating a dead man have you? You do know necrophilia is wrong…” he teased her, somewhat unkindly.
Tosh ignored his harsh words. “Sooner or later you are going to pass through the denial stage and you are going to need to face up to what happened to you. You are going to need a friend who understands and you are going to want to talk about things. I don’t want you to be alone when that happens.”
Owen sighed. “I’m not in denial Tosh. I know what happened to me. But we are Torchwood. Life - or in my case death - is shit.”
Tosh huffed out a short breath of quiet laughter.
“You don’t have to come around every night Tosh. I don’t need you.” Owen said, unaware of how much his harsh words would hurt his gentle companion.
Tosh hid her feelings well, smiling a tight lipped smile and shrugging her shoulders minutely.
Owen swung his feet back to the floor and stared at the muted TV. Before Tosh could settle on something suitable to say in reply, Owen continued still not looking at her, “but I quite like having you about. If you still want to come round every so often, that would be ok.
Tosh’s smile grew uncertainly. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Owen turned to look at her and offered a small, almost shy smile then lifted his arm over Tosh’s shoulder pulling her to him and placed a kiss on the top of her head. He unmuted the TV and they settled down to watch in comfortable silence.