OWEN
It's odd knowing that this time is really it. Last time it was so quick, over in just a matter of seconds. Now though I'm standing here and I know what's coming. I'm about to die and head into the darkness. And I'm scared, really scared. This time I'm all alone; there's no one begging me to cling on. I can hear the faint hum of the machines, my only companion, but that's it. The worst thing is that I know what comes after – the darkness that seems to stretch on for eternity. I can't kid myself into believing that there's a perfect afterlife because I know that there's nothing. And I can't do it, not again. This time there isn't going to be a second chance. Jack's not going to revive me with the resurrection glove, not this time.
There was so much I wanted to do in my life that I never did. When I was shot I thought about how I'd wasted my life but I never did anything to change it when I came back – I didn't have time. I want to be remembered for something, not just being the first walking corpse. I never just wanted to be 'Torchwood officer 565,' I wanted to be something more. And yet my life is about to end and my story is going to fade over the years. I'm just going to be another Torchwood officer that was killed in the line of duty. I wanted to be so much more. I've done so much but no one's going to remember that however much I hope they will. The team will move on and replace me, probably with Martha, and I'll eventually be forgotten. Just another medic in a long line. I hate the fact that they'll forget, that eventually no one will remember me.
TOSH
I know Gwen's talking to me but her voice is too quiet for me to hear. All the sounds around me are just blurring into one another, each indistinguishable from the next. The only things that I'm aware of are Jack's arms that are wrapped around me, and the pain that is coursing through my body. I'm dying and I'm not ready. I don't want to die, not yet. 26 is too young to die. There's so much I wanted to do in my life and now I won't have the chance. I wanted to get married, have kids, and live my life. There's so much out there that I haven't seen. I always said that I'd travel the world one day but now it's too late. I'm lying on the autopsy bay floor, slowly dying and I'm filled with regrets. I wanted a good death, and this is good, but I'm not ready for it. Suzie and Owen said that there's nothing afterwards except darkness. I don't want to go into the darkness. I scan Jack's face, meeting his eyes and try to hold his gaze. I can feel the life seeping out of me and I'm so very scared. I'm never going to see any of them or anyone again. I'm never going to wake up or go to sleep again. I'm never going to live again. 26 is too young to die.
And that's when I hear it.
"I'm waiting for you." Owen. It's so clear that it's like he is standing right beside me. And suddenly it's like all the fear is gone. I know he's waiting for me, to guide me through whatever comes next. And suddenly I'm ready because I know he'll be there. I hold Jack's gaze. this time steady and strong, and try to tell him it's not his fault. And as I take my last breath, taking in the world that I'm leaving behind, I focus on Owen.
"I'm coming."
A/N: I had to write something after last night's episode. I'm still heartbroken about it and I can't believe they killed off Tosh and Owen (even though I knew it was coming). I've finally been able to write something about it, which is a big step for me.
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