Summary: When I was watching Exit Wounds. I was so happy they finally linked Tosh's appearance on Doctor Who. This is my take on Tosh's and Owen's conversation.
Disclaimer...I own nothing (cries)
He woke up to see his ceiling. All he knew was that it was the year 2005. How he got home or what he did could not be brought to mind. His head hurt too. That he could tell too. He had left the television on from last night. The news was on and the same thing was being said. "Alien Invasion". Ever since his fiance's death those words were no longer taken lightly. He looked for his phone and found it on the night stand. It vibrated and showed 10 Voice mails, 10 missed calls and 5 texts. The texts read 'Torchwood'. The calls all came from the Hub's line. The last thing he wanted to do was actually work.
AT THE HUB
"Tosh". Jack yelled from his balcony to her at her station. "Yes Jack?". She had been hearing him yelling names and orders ever since the crash of the vessel. "Call him again". He told her as he went back into his office. She didn't need to know a name. She knew who he meant. She picked up her phone and pressed speed dial. She was expecting to get his voice mail again for the...what was it? Millionth time?!. It rang three times and the she heard "Hello". She was a little stunned but put on her best nice phone voice. "Hello Owen, it's Toshiko. We've been calling you for a bit. Have you seen the news?". She wasn't sure what else to do as she heard a pause. "Owen?". "I'm here just...been dreading this moment. I've been seein it for a while now. What I wanna know is why am I needed?". "Recent news shows that they found a body. We are the only organization who is set up to know about alien life forms. They want an autopsy done". "I really can't go. Could someone else do it?". "No Owen. You are the medic". "Tosh if you could see me you wouldn't want me to go. I'm hung over, got a headache, haven't shaved. Could someone else go?!". He was begging her now. "Owen you really need to go". Owen was pinching the bridge of his nose. "Tosh how will it look if a hung over Doctor comes to work with sharp tools?". He was making a good point and he needed to learn to be sober. Tosh knew why he was drinking but, this was an escape tactic from his pain. He needs to find a better outlet. "Alright. I'll se what I can do". She was already wondering how they could do this with out looking like fools. "Thanks Tosh. I owe you one". "No problem". They both hung up at the same time. She could see Jack coming down the stairs. He knew she spoke to Owen so what was a cover story. "So when can he be here and why didn't he answer before?". He stood behind her chair waiting patiently. "Actually, Owen's really sick. He sounds horrid. He doesn't want to contaminate any samples or even make us look bad". She was mentally patting herself on the back. "You know you've been in to work when you are sick". That was true but, she never came in hung over like some. "Well everyone has a different dedication to the job. Plus I don't deal with samples". "Apparently. Ok so who can we send. I got Ianto and Suzie out in the field. I know nothing about autopsies so...Tosh could you do it?". "Me?". The shock was so obvious on her face Jack laughed a little. "Tosh you could bull shit your way through any situation". She stared at him for a bit. "Ok. I guess I could". He smiled at her. "That's my Techie. A helicopter will be here at about 14:00 so you have 30 minutes to brush up on your skills and to pack a bag".