Doctor Who/Torchwood Crossover:

Starring The Eleventh Doctor

Owen Harper

Toshiko Sato

Thought Toshiko and Owen passed away in the finale of season 2 of Torchwood? Well, think again. After a plea from Captain Jack in the future, the Eleventh Doctor returns to rescue Tosh and Owen. The only problem is, they can never return to their own time. To all intents and purposes, they are dead. Cue wibbly wobbly adventures with everbody's favourite Bowtie-wearer.

** If people enjoy this, then I'll start writing some adventures for 11, Owen and Tosh. I've already got plans for the first adventure. **

'Because you're breaking my heart!' Toshiko sobbed into the phone. She'd had enough of hearing Owen rant about how unfair it all was, how he was facing death. She certainly didn't blame him for being like this, but it hurt to hear it, all the same.

She waited for Owen to speak but all she heard was a dead line. He must have hung up on her. She dropped the phone, and focused on the bullet wound currently emitting a lot of blood, which soaked into her clothes. The hole itself was small. It was the amount of blood that had appeared that was surprising. Gray, Jack's long-lost brother and the person with the gun, must have hit an organ.

She lay down on the floor of the medical area of the Torchwood Hub, waiting for someone, anyone to find her. She was so lonely. She'd always been lonely really, but now, now she felt that loneliness more than any other time in her life.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been lying there, waiting to take her last breath, when she heard something in the distance. Was it Jack, Gwen or Ianto? Whoever it was, she would tell them that everything was okay. Not to be upset. Typical Tosh; practical and rational even to the end.

Except it wasn't her colleagues. A wind picked up mere feet from where she lay, followed by a churning, groaning sound. It was like nothing she'd ever heard before, but one thing was for sure; it was alien.

Seconds passed, and then the alien sound was joined by the gradual appearance of a big, blue box, like the ones that used to be dotted around London in the first half of the 20th century.

She was so taken aback by the absurd sight that she momentarily forgot about dying. When the doors opened, and Owen came rushing out, she couldn't speak.

'It's all right,' soothed Owen, kneeling beside her and stroking her dark hair. He turned to look up at a figure who was emerging from the box. The man looked around their age, perhaps slightly younger, and dressed in what Tosh would describe as a 'professor's outfit', complete with tweed jacket and a red bowtie. 'She's still breathing, Doctor,' Owen said, the relief evident in his voice.

'Of course she is,' the Doctor said, calmly, aping Owen's movements and crouching by Tosh.

Now that he was closer, Tosh could see his face more clearer. It was angular and youthful, but there was something in his eyes that gave him an air of someone who had lived a long time.

The young man absently brushed his side fringe from his face and smiled down at Tosh. 'We'll explain all in the TARDIS. Let's get you out of here.'

Tosh had many questions to ask, but found she was unable to utter them. Instead, she let herself be carried by the two men into the box. Except, it wasn't a normal box. Through the doors and it was like they'd gone into a huge room with steps leading up to some central station. She was carried up the steps, ever so gently, then placed on a chair near the circular station. All the time her eyes were fixed on Owen, who had such a look of concern etched on his face that she wanted to tell him she was all right, tell him...a lot of things.

'I need to strap you in, I'm afraid,' the Doctor was saying to her, placing a belt gently across her chest, making sure it didn't touch the wound. 'It'll barely take any time at all to get there but the old girl can sometimes have a bumpy journey.'

'Who are you?' she finally managed to gasp, as reality hit her again and the pain returned.

'He's the Doctor, Tosh,' explained Owen, standing by her side, holding her hand for comfort. He placed a cloth he held in his hand over the wound to stem the flow. 'Jack's Doctor, remember?'

Tosh frowned. She fought to remember; of course, when Jack had disappeared that time, then returned and told them all about the Doctor.

'Right,' the man said, with a clap of his hands. 'Let's get going. No time to waste.' He bound across to the station and begun pulling at levers and pressing buttons, almost as if he was dancing.

'I'd just go with it,' deadpanned Owen, noticing Tosh staring at the bowtied man. 'He's mad but, well, Jack trusts him so that's good enough for me.'

'Where are we going?'

'Hospital. Well, a hospital. In the future, apparently.'

'This is a time machine,' nodded Toshiko, remembering what Jack had told them about the TARDIS.

'Yeah. Doesn't look like much from the outside.'

Suddenly, the time machine gave a violent lurch. Toshiko was grateful she was belted up. Owen's grip on her hand got tighter as he tried to prevent himself from falling over.

'Sorry!' hollered the Doctor from the other side of the station.

'Owen?' Toshiko asked when the lurching finally stopped.

'Yeah?'

'What happened to you? I thought you'd been blown up. I -'

He kneeled before her, and shrugged. 'So did I. But then the Doctor turned up, told me to come with him. Told me Jack had sent him. The future Jack, I think he said. So I did.'

'So Future Jack told him to come and get me, too?'

Owen nodded. 'The Doctor told me what happens to us. Well, what happened to us, anyway.'

'We both died.'

'Yeah.'

'But why do this?' She lifted an arm clumsily to take in their surroundings.

'Who knows? Look at it this way; we've got a second chance.'

Even though she was probably minutes from death, Toshiko still managed to feel her cheeks burn at his choice of words. She recalled their conversation minutes earlier, on the telephone. It had sounded like Owen had some regrets where he and Toshiko were concerned.

The sound of the grinding and wheezing of the time machine brought her thoughts back to the present. The Doctor dashed across to them and unbelted Toshiko with one hand. 'We're here!' he trilled, happily. 'Owen, be very careful when lifting Toshiko up.'

'It's all right, Doctor,' Tosh said, as Owen helped her to her feet. 'I can walk, I think.'

'Yeah,' said Owen, looking at the man. 'And, you know, I am an actual doctor, Doctor. I know what I'm doing.'

'Well, get her to the hospital then,' said the Doctor, impatiently. 'Come on, hurry up.'

The next half an hour went by in a blur. They left the TARDIS, only to find themselves in what Toshiko assumed was the hospital the Doctor referred to. The look and smell of it wasn't much different to such a place in the 21st century. The hospital staff that met them inside the doors had skin that looked as if it had been tie-dyed, the colours and patterns were beautiful.

She was taken up to a room where she passed out. The last thing she saw was Owen's panicking face, and the Doctor standing beside him, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay.