A/N: First of all, I'd like to say that I am a totally insane person. This fic popped into my head when I was watching "Exit Wounds" again. You have to wonder what she meant by "an incident with the toaster".
Tosh's Toaster
"Okay. So, if you're seeing this, I guess it means I'm... Well, dead. Hope it was impressive! Not crossing the road or an 'incident' with the toaster."
The doorbell rang and Tosh raced to answer it. Her package was coming today and she was in a hurry to put it together and get it running. She threw open the door and signed the delivery slip hurriedly and practically yanked the package out of the man's hands before slamming her apartment door and setting the package down on her coffee table.
Using a box cutter she had ready, she opened the box and took out several metallic body parts, eventually pulling out a silver head with a black bar where the eyes should be. Tosh grinned and looked over at the wall on the far side of her living room where it was adorned with several large Battlestar Galactica posters and there were several shelves filled with the books, DVDs and action figures. The shelves were spaced, though, so there was just enough space in the center for the final piece in her collection. And using her technological genius, she'd make it just like a real Cylon, minus the AI.
She took it all over to her desk and started putting it together and wired it properly. After five solid hours of work, it was done. She picked up the remote control and flipped it on. A small red light moved back and forth in the black bar and she pushed the joystick to make it move forward. Instead of moving, however, the remote sparked and Tosh got shocked.
After letting out a few choice words, she set about fixing the problem and after another hour, she fixed it. Or so she hoped. Pushing the joystick again, it worked and the Cylon started moving. Grinning and flushed with success, she put the Cylon in its proper place and went off to the Hub to update her "If I Die" video for work.
Sitting in front of her camera, she sighed and started talking. "Okay. So, if you're seeing this, I guess it means I'm... Well, dead. Hope it was impressive! Not crossing the road or an 'incident' with the toaster." She paused and smiled. "I just wanted to say, it's okay, it really is. Jack, you saved me. You showed me
all the wonders of the universe and all those possibilities and I wouldn't have missed that for the world. Thank you. And Owen. You never knew. I love you. All of you. And... I hope I did good."
She doubted anybody would get the toaster joke until Torchwood came to pack up her belongings. Well, Owen might. He had contributed to her collection quite a bit by giving her figures for birthdays and Christmas. She hadn't told him about her latest project, though, because she knew he'd go as nuts over it as she had, being a Battlestar Galactica fan himself.
Sighing again, she saved the video, gathered her things, and walked out. Hopefully, that video would never need to be used, but with Torchwood, you never know.