It might be difficult (I know it is for me) but pretend like there is no Gwen and Owen thing going on. If you don't suspend reality for a little while, then this fic won't work. Or will sound very odd. Also, Ianto's manning the fake visitors centre throughout this, in case you wonder where he is.

So just play along for a while, please.

Don't own any Torchwood characters, but they just cry out to be played with. 

Gwen talking btw.

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"Tosh, what's that lipstick you're wearing?"

Oh how an innocent comment can lead to so much. Some people would call it just another day at Torchwood, but we know better. It came about because of Mary Lowry, possibly the only good thing that did come out of meeting her. Tosh started to change her image, wearing fashionable clothes, styling her hair more, that kind of thing.

Thing is, it really suited her. Suddenly she was a lot happier, and she didn't get as snippy when, say, Owen made a snarky comment about how long she was taking with some computer program. She started to open up a bit more, joining in with the really random conversations we have over a late night takeaway at the Hub. Things have been a lot quieter around here as well, mainly because she and Owen don't have the yelling matches they used to have when he really annoyed her.

If only things could have stayed that way. I'll explain, as best I can.

One Tuesday she walked in with make up on, which was unusual for Tosh. Clean and natural is the norm for her, but today she had on mascara, eyeshadow and that lipstick. It was a rose colour, and matched her cheeks perfectly. It had a shimmer to it as well, which made it more obvious. I really liked it, which led to the comment I made above, which in turn led to a long conversation about the best kinds and shades of lipstick for various events.

This isn't a conversation to have while Jack Harkness is in the room, apparently. He knows more about lipstick than any sane man should. Oh, right, sane. I forgot about that.

Anyway, after Jack joined in, telling us of all the various lipsticks worn by women- or the female species – on some planet, Owen decides to join in. Not good, especially when he reminisces about all the lipsticks he's had on his sheets. Too many for comfort, especially as he remembers the names and shades. The man has a mind like a steel trap, honestly.

Well, Tosh got a bit uppity when he started to talk about that, and made a snippy comment, which led to an argument, which led to her storming out, scaring Ianto as she left the visitors centre. They carried on shouting down past the docks, for about half a mile. By this time Jack and I are a bit worried, because this is nothing like their previous arguments. Compared to this, those were mere squabbles. This is like world war three (which apparently was started over a biscuit, but you get the idea).

We follow their path via Tosh's computer, jumping from one camera to the next easily, Jack's lip-reading ability for once not an annoyance but a great help. It was about ten minutes from them storming out that all hell (figuratively) broke loose. For them and us back in the Hub. Tosh was making some comment about Owens's parentage, and he kissed her.

And I mean kissed. Not the normal "shut the hell up" kind of kiss during a fight, but a real kiss. Not sure how Jack knew what kind of kiss it was, but I agreed. And that's not all. It was about two minutes later that Jack muttered something like:

"Knew the guy calls himself a genius for a reason!"

And kisses me.

Like I said, to some, it was a normal day at Torchwood. But we know better.