Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, or Owen and Tosh, or any of the other cast members; they belong to Russell T Davies, and BBC 2. I do own the plot, that isn't spoilers for any of the episodes in series two. I also own the original characters. I make no profit from the writing of this story, it is for entertainment only.
How It Should Have Been
Tosh walked up behind Owen, as he stood in front of a computer monitor looking at a photo of Martha Jones, which was in their files. Tosh handed a mug of coffee to him, and said, "She's beautiful."
Owen replied jokingly "Is she?" Tosh let out a small laugh, and playfully shoved him, and commented "You know she is." Owen Secretly thought 'Yeah, but she's got nothing on you, Tosh'
Tosh added "She's a Doctor to, that's a perfect match. And something tells me, that you both won't run out of things to talk about." Tosh knew she was screwing herself over, just by encouraging Owen about Martha. But she wanted him to be happy, and if being with someone that wasn't her was what it took, then so be it.
Owen thought 'True. But she's not you. You're a genius, Tosh, literately. I bet your cleverer then her' He said out a loud "Nah, she only interested in work. Plus Jack would have my knee caps if I even attempted anything." He added "I'll just flirt with her, can't do any harm, while I show her the ropes.
They were silent for a moment, while Owen typed something on the keyboard, and drank from his mug. He suddenly asked "Tosh, what happened to that pool torment you set up?"
Tosh looked sheepish, as she revealed "There never was one, Owen. It was merely an excuse to get you to go out on a date with me." 'Christ, how pathetic does that make me? No wonder he's not interested in me like that'
Owen was clearly surprised. How had he missed this? Christ, he had never felt so foolish, and such a bastard. He asked "Does that date still stand, Tosh?"
She replied "Sure. That's if you want to, of course." She added "I figured it would be just the two of us, going out to see a movie, or going to the pub for a drink, something to make an evening out of."
Owen smiled slightly, as Tosh looked at the computer screen. He replied "Ok." Secretly he had been meaning to ask her out on a date ever since Tommy had left. But he could never quite pluck up the courage to ask her.
Tosh looked at him uncertainly, as she asked "Excuse me?" Owen simply replied "Let's do it." Now Tosh, she was definitely certain she must have completely heard wrong. He couldn't have said what she thought he had.
Owen let out a light laugh, and shrugged "Of course not" as she eyed him incredulously, and asked in disbelief "Are you being Sarcastic?" She turned around and sighed, looking down at her hands sadly, as she commented "You're just being polite, you'll stand me up, and I know it."
Owen let out another brief laugh, and replied "No I won't, I swear. I said yes didn't I? Look, let's just go on one date, and see how it goes, which might not be anywhere." Tosh nodded her agreement, as she smiled shyly and sweetly at him.
On the outside he looked perfectly calm and collected. But on the inside was a different story entirely. He inwardly cringed, as guilt overwhelmed him that was suddenly plaguing him.
He was finally seeing what is past actions against Tosh had done. He was finally seeing what all of those years of his cruel neglect and discard of her had caused. And he hated it, hated the fact she believed he'd end up standing her up.
He felt like a right bastard right then. He realised if he was going to make it up to Tosh, and regain her trust, and make her believe he was genuinely interested in her then it was surely going to take a lot of work upon his part.
He had realised he felt far more then friendship for Tosh, after Tommy. He had loathed seeing her with Tommy, wishing it had been him in Tommy's position, at least when it came to being on the receiving end of Tosh's affection.