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Chapter One

"Oh, just shut it, Tosh! You are a pain in the arse and I would never date you! I wish the goblins would take you away. Now."

Tosh blanched at the tone of his voice, looking away self consciously. She didn't think Owen actually meant all the mean things he said, but here he was, saying them. And this time, she thought she could hear a new tone, one that said that this time, maybe, he'd really had enough. Tosh backed away, and picked up a nearby folder, trying to look nonchalant, as if all her hopes and dreams weren't being crushed at this moment. Owen, predictably, looked put off by her lack of reaction, and went off to do something doctorly or the other.

Tosh swallowed her tears, and went back to fixing Jack's wrist strap. It was a delicate project, but Jack had entrusted it to her almost a month ago, and by god she would fix it. Easier than building it, she thought to herself secretly.

Suddenly, a strange wind picked up in the hub, and Tosh and Owen looked up, thinking that maybe it was coming from the lift. But there was nothing strange above them, just Myfanwy flying cheerfully in circles. And... an owl?

There was a great snowy owl heading right towards them. Tosh grabbed a gun, Owen grabbed the singularity scalpel, and they both took aim. In case it was dangerous, of course. But before they could shoot, the owl changed into a strangely dressed man, obviously not from around there.

"Who are you?" Owen growled, annoyed. He circled around his desk in order to get a better angle. Not that the singularity scalpel needed it. The thing could explode things through walls.

"You called me, and now you don't know who I am?" The man cocked his head and laughed. It was not a nice laugh, Tosh decided.

"State your purpose and planet of origin." Her voice was short and clipped. She wasn't about to put up with crap from another person in her life. Only Owen had that privilege.

"Planet of origin?" He laughed again. It was really starting to grate on Tosh's nerves. Apparently, Owen agreed, because the next thing that happened was a crystal ball exploding on the stranger's shoulder.

"Dammit!" He exclaimed, as the stranger looked to his left, surprised. Tosh stifled a laugh. He was always so cute when it didn't work. Her guess, he was aiming for the head.

"To answer your question, I am the Goblin King. And this young lady," he pointed at Tosh, "has been wished away to my kingdom, in which you, Owen Harper, will have thirteen hours to win her back. Are we clear?"

"Crystal." Owen looked skeptical, which was punctuated by his sarcastic remark. But Tosh thought of what he said, and squinted her eyes.

"You said Owen wished me away," she tried, and the Goblin King nodded. "I'm sure he didn't mean it. Owen says things all the time he doesn't mean. But he always means well.." She looked at the Goblin King with hopeful eyes. She was sure this was just a minor misunderstanding.

Jareth looked from one Torchwood employee to the other, thinking things over in his head. Something was off about these two. They were too talkative for people who have just seen someone appear from thin air.

"What's said is said." He finished. Just as Tosh disappeared, she pressed a security button on the main computer, replaying the last hour or so of the Hub's CCTV footage on the projector.

Deleted scenes:

"Dammit!" He exclaimed, as the Goblin King looked to his left, surprised. How was he ever going to get those shards out of his hair?

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