I don't own Torchwood, if I did, everyone would be alive. Please R&R!
I was too upset by Exit Wounds to make it longer, sorry. This is a conversation between Toshiko and Owen, after they're both dead.
Forgetting
Toshiko sat, huddled up, shaking, it the darkness. It seemed to go on forever. No light anywhere. Nothing.
"Tosh? Toshiko?" She heard a voice coming from somewhere. A male voice, with a London accent. It couldn't be!
"Owen?" She breathed, "Owen, is that you?" I can't see you, how can you see me?"
"You've forgotten Tosh. I've been here once before. Take my hand, come on Sweetheart."
She felt him reach a hand out to her, she grabbed it and watched as light began to flood her world too.
"Thank-you Owen."
"No problem Tosh, but, you told me you were alright. I knew you were lying, but what happened?"
"Gray." Tosh told him softly.
"What about Gray?"
"He shot me, in the back. I bled to death in Jack's arms." Tosh felt slightly uneasy talking about her own death.
"I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault Owen. It was my fault that you died. I couldn't save you." Tosh began to sob.
"Hey, don't cry. I was already dead."
"You were shouting."
"I know. It's just, I didn't- picture- my death like that. I'm sorry I upset you. Owen told her, putting an arm around her shaking shoulders.
"It's fine, honestly. Owen?"
"What?"
"Did you ever believe in life after death? Heaven and Hell, that sort of thing."
"I suppose I wanted to, but not properly no, you?"
"I was convinced there would be a logical scientific explanation, now I guess there isn't."
"Isn't this science?"
"I don't know."
"Do you think they'll ever forget us?" Owen asked thoughtfully.
"I don't jack would allow himself to. And let's face it, no-one's forgotten Suzie yet, and our deaths were a lot more impressive…"