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Ficlets: Toshiko Sato, Torchwood, PG, spoilers for CoE
So I lied. I wrote more than two things last year, though these were in the last week or so. Both from the ersatz thingie. Er, no titles, really, and they are terribly short.
1. Toshiko - on the run (Children of Earth redux)
The Hub had been destroyed, and the last thing Tosh had heard from Ianto, the government were hunting them. She wasn't surprised, not after detention for trying to save her mother. Not after UNIT and their jackboots all over her life. Not after Jack dying and dying and dying.
She checked her watch, gauging the distance between herself and London. Gwen would go there, try to work from the inside of the system, suss out the trouble with the Home Sec. Tosh wasn't as trusting. There were other places to start from. Other people she could contact, as long as she didn't mind the little mucky bottom of the barrel they'd come from.
Given this was Torchwood, perhaps that would be a step up.
I could arrange to lie about their deaths, she mused to herself before she stepped into the dingy pub and headed for the back room.
2. Toshiko - wings
They were ungainly, uncomfortable and scientifically implausible. That didn't make them invisible, unfortunately. Toshiko Sato grimly twisted sideways to slip into the door of the tourist office on the pier.
At the desk, nose buried in a comic of some sort sat Ianto Jones, his normal work attire neat as a pin - suit coat smoothed down, tie not even the slightest bit crooked. She was sure if she could see his shoes they would be polished and gleaming. He glanced up, gaze disinterested for a moment before even his sangfroid was disturbed by the sight before him, indicated by a slight widening of the eyes.
"Don't ask," Tosh snarled as she stomped towards the lift.
"The thought hadn't even crossed my mind." He was laughing. She could tell by the way his lips were wriggling and his eyes crinkled at the corners.
Her own narrowed. "Two words, Ianto. Just two."
"And what would that be?"
"Peanut sauce." Satisfied at the way he'd stopped almost-laughing at her, Tosh maneuvered the giant butterfly wings attached to her shoulders into the lift with the rest of her and slapped her palm against the reader.
The sooner Owen figured out how to relieve her of the bloody things the happier she would be.
1. Toshiko - on the run (Children of Earth redux)
The Hub had been destroyed, and the last thing Tosh had heard from Ianto, the government were hunting them. She wasn't surprised, not after detention for trying to save her mother. Not after UNIT and their jackboots all over her life. Not after Jack dying and dying and dying.
She checked her watch, gauging the distance between herself and London. Gwen would go there, try to work from the inside of the system, suss out the trouble with the Home Sec. Tosh wasn't as trusting. There were other places to start from. Other people she could contact, as long as she didn't mind the little mucky bottom of the barrel they'd come from.
Given this was Torchwood, perhaps that would be a step up.
I could arrange to lie about their deaths, she mused to herself before she stepped into the dingy pub and headed for the back room.
2. Toshiko - wings
They were ungainly, uncomfortable and scientifically implausible. That didn't make them invisible, unfortunately. Toshiko Sato grimly twisted sideways to slip into the door of the tourist office on the pier.
At the desk, nose buried in a comic of some sort sat Ianto Jones, his normal work attire neat as a pin - suit coat smoothed down, tie not even the slightest bit crooked. She was sure if she could see his shoes they would be polished and gleaming. He glanced up, gaze disinterested for a moment before even his sangfroid was disturbed by the sight before him, indicated by a slight widening of the eyes.
"Don't ask," Tosh snarled as she stomped towards the lift.
"The thought hadn't even crossed my mind." He was laughing. She could tell by the way his lips were wriggling and his eyes crinkled at the corners.
Her own narrowed. "Two words, Ianto. Just two."
"And what would that be?"
"Peanut sauce." Satisfied at the way he'd stopped almost-laughing at her, Tosh maneuvered the giant butterfly wings attached to her shoulders into the lift with the rest of her and slapped her palm against the reader.
The sooner Owen figured out how to relieve her of the bloody things the happier she would be.