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Heating Things Up
They woke up in a windowless room. It was padded from floor to ceiling, like a room you'd find in an asylum. The only door had a single slot, big enough for a tray of food or one to peer in. How had they gotten here?
Owen groaned and sat up, rubbing a hand against his forehead as pain shot through it. He squinted out at his surroundings, taking in the dimly lit room, and the body that lay almost motionless across from him.
He cleared his throat, ignoring the pain in his head, and called out to the obviously sleeping figure, mesmerized by the rise and fall of her leather-jacket clad back.
"Tosh?" he asked his voice tentative. The body stirred and Owen watched as Tosh sat up, her black hair falling over her face as she looked up at the man across from her.
"What happened?" she queried, looking around. Owen shrugged.
"I've no idea," he replied. Tosh stood and walked to the door. She knelt beside it, trying to peer through the slot; Owen did nothing to stop her as her body bent in front of him. A wicked grin grew on his face.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Tosh asked, standing and turning in time to see Owen's face fall.
"I, uh-" Owen stuttered as Tosh's eyes narrowed. The woman crossed her arms over her chest and let out a long, slow breath.
"I can't believe you, Owen Harper," she said as Owen scrambled to stand, opening and closing his mouth in silent protest. "We've no clue where we are and all you can do is stare at my ass?"
"Well, I. It's a very nice ass!" Owen responded. Tosh's mouth fell open in shock and Owen shifted his weight uneasily.
"The, uh, last thing you remember?" Tosh asked, trying desperately to salvage the situation. Owen stepped up to her, slipping an arm around her waist. She stiffened for a moment before lifting her face to look at his.
"Does it matter?" Owen queried. Tosh shook her head and Owen lowered his lips to hers.
"What did you do to them, Jack?" Ianto asked, watching the scene in one of Torchwood's old, unused holding cells play out on the monitor before him. Jack glanced at it for a moment before realizing what was happening. He dropped his work and moved to stand next to Ianto.
"All I did was give them some Amnesia pills, tried to wipe out that little spat they had," Jack replied. Ianto nodded slowly, the two men stood mesmerized by the scene before them. "I never thought it'd heat things up.