Anything that looks familiar isn't mine.
Author's Notes: Poor Tosh. Poor, poor Tosh.
Midnight.
The Hub is deserted.
Tosh is alone. Although this realism isn't new. She's invisible here.
But Owen's demeaning attitude, the pity in Gwen and Jack's eyes and Ianto's indifference is meaningless.
This place is the only place she possesses a smidgen of substance, a hint of true value. They'd all be a right fucking mess without her.
Dead, they'd be.
She exhales sharply through her nose at this thought. Flicks her computer off.
Her pale face, deprived of rest and illuminated sharply by the blue glow of the screen, is thrown into darkness.