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I have made a 29th-of-january-resalution! I will try to update AT LEAST once a week, maybe more!

Pairings: Tosh/Owen

Summary: What if they finally achieved that date? Will it work out when shadows are stalking them at every corner? Rated T for language Tosh/Owen

I don't own Torchwood *sob* ... come to think of it, I don't own Facebook either.

Enjoy :D


Chapter One:

~ Tosh ~

"Tosh!" Owen called from his desk "My computer's broken!"

Sighing, I quickly examined my reflection, then walked over to see what he was complaining about this time.

The screen, which would normally be displaying images of alien tech, was completely blank.

He was tapping at keys furiously, attempting to undo whatever had occurred.

"I didn't mean to!" He reassured me.

Of course, I thought sarcastically, because nothing was ever his fault.

"All I was doing was noting any rift activity within the last hour, then blip. Nothing."

I couldn't help but laugh; he had suchlittle patience with computers.

Without hesitation, I tapped a few keys, watching the monitor buzz back into life.

"Rift activity indeed!"

"Damn!" he immediately switched windows to what he was meant to be doing.

"Facebook? Really Owen?" I teased.

He mock-glared at me "There's nothing wrong with catching up with friends and family."

"And Virtual Farm is you catching up with the latest news?"

He put his hands above his head, as if surrendering "Ok! Ok! Just don't tell Jack... Or Ianto... or- Just don't tell anyone, alright?"

I grinned and tapped the side of my nose "Just between us."

As soon as no one was watching, he was back on the massively popular internet site.

Ding.

The tiny noise startled him, and he almost toppled off his chair in alarm.

A small button near the top read: 'One new friend request.'

Curious, he hesitantly clicked on the flashing icon.

Toshiko Sato wants to be friends with you.

He looked over at her desk, yet she was looking innocently unaware of anything but her work.

Accept.

You and Toshiko Sato are now friends.

He scanned her profile, of course there was no information, (same as he) for people who worked for an organisation like Torchwood, you don't really want to post pictures.

Ding. Another noise interrupted his train of thought.

Tosh: Hi

The keys tapped beneath his fingers.

Owen: Hey, do u think u can get Ianto to get that Weevil research 4 me?

From across the room, he observed Tosh reading, then replying, watching as her hands sped across the keyboard.

Tosh: Why can't you? As you can see, I'm a little busy.

Owen: Please? U know he hates me!

Tosh: Why is that my problem? If you two have friendship issues, sort it out!

Owen: He shot me! It's not my fault!

Tosh: I'm still not making him get things for us.

Owen: Come on... We'll even go on that date we mentioned. :D

He heard a brief pause in tapping, then was relieved when it began again.

Tosh: Are you joking, or actually being serious for once?

Owen: Totally serious.

He saw her glance away from her screen for a second, taking in his face.

Say yes, say yes. He found himself chanting subconsciously in his mind.

Tosh: Yeah, of course.


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