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The Torchwood Team: 10 Years Later

Owen woke up to find his arms wrapped protectively around Tosh, who was still fast asleep. He took his arms away, and she muttered in her sleep, so he pulled the blankets over her. It's cold for a September, he thought. Well, I imagine that it's cold for a September. Since I died it's always been varying degrees of cold for me. He opened the curtains, and Tosh moaned and woke up, rubbing her eyes. She shot daggers at Owen, who smiled and got back under the blankets. She snuggled up to him as he kissed the top of her head.

"Good morning." he said softly. He put his hand lightly on the small bump growing on her tummy. "And how's my little man today?" he asked, smiling as Tosh gave him one of her looks.

"How are you so sure that it's going to be a boy, Owen?" she asked. "It might be a girl."

Owen shook his head. "I can feel it, you know? Gut feeling. Not that my guts work...anyway, you hungry? Or should I say, are you guys hungry?" he said, getting up.

Tosh nodded, doing the same. She pulled on a dressing gown and tied the cord in a loose knot. Owen headed in the direction of their kitchen.

"Toast?" he called back. Tosh smiled to herself.

"Yeah, thanks." she said, pulling her hair out of her face with a scrunchy. "Try not to burn the house down again, though."

"Hey!" Owen said. "It is not my fault if my olfactory organs are not functioning very well! I am dead, thankyou!"

5 Years Earlier

Tosh smiled as she looked at herself in the floor length mirror. The wedding dress Ianto had helped her pick out fit perfectly. The bodice was decorated with delicate lace, and the skirt floated out and pooled slightly around her feet. Gwen had helped with her hair, which had two plaits at her temples, tied together at the back of her head, keeping her hair out of her face. She had insisted on the bare minimum of makeup, at Owen's insistence. ("Tosh, I don't want to look back on my wedding photos and see a stranger standing next to me, you know!")

"You look beautiful, Tosh." said Gwen, straightening the back of Tosh's dress. "Your parents must be so proud of you...where are they?"

Tosh swallowed and thought quickly of a way to answer that without giving anything away about her past.

"I'm sure they are. They, um, couldn't come today. But they sent me a lovely email saying to send them the pictures, and giving me and Owen their blessing and good wishes." In truth, Tosh hadn't spoken to her parents in over 10 years. She had no idea what had happened to them, where they were, or even if they were still alive. But she didn't share much. The only people who knew about her life before Torchwood were Jack and Owen. She had made a conscious decision to tell Owen before they had gotten married. He didn't care, just said how 'awesome and spylike' it made her seem, stealing government plans, and that he was glad Jack had saved her.

"Okay. Ready?" said Gwen, as she opened the door of Tosh's dressing room.

Tosh took a deep breath and swallowed. She nodded, and stepped out into the corridor.

Later, at the reception, Tosh was dancing happily with Owen. Jack and Ianto had brought along their adorable 2 year old daughter, who was fast asleep on Ianto's lap, as he was taking a break from dancing. Tosh watched the small girl sleeping calmly, among the soppy music, loud talking, alcohol consumption and terrible dancing, and thought about one day having kids of her own. Although, with a dead husband, I'm not sure how that's going to work...oh well, she thought. Maybe I can just offer to look after Sophy a lot.

"Owen?" she asked softly into his ear. "Have you ever thought about having children?"

Owen looked at her with an almost undecipherable expression on his face, a kind of mixed sadness and thought. "Uh, yes, actually, I have. But, in reality, I'm dead. So, that kind of ruins plans, right?" He smiled sadly.

Tosh sighed. "It kind of does, yes."

Present Time

As Tosh sat eating her toast (which was only a little bit burnt this morning), and Owen read the newspaper, (he'd taken to doing this instead of eating. One morning soon after they had gotten married, he had eaten by accident, and then they had to get his stomach pumped. It was an awkward conversation with the nurses at the hospital...luckily they had Retcon on their side.) Tosh thought of something.

"Owen?" she said, putting down her half-eaten toast.

"Yes?" he said, lifting his eyes from the political news.

"How are we going to tell our child that you're dead?"

Owen thought for a moment. "I'm not sure. It's a grave matter." he said, eyes twinkling.

"Owen! I'm serious!"

"So am I!" he said, smiling. "Come on, you have to admit that was very clever."

Tosh sighed. "Yeah, it was," she said smiling slightly, "but my question was clever too, right?"

Owen nodded. "I think, that when he...or she...is old enough to understand, we'll tell them the story, and let them think about it themselves."

Tosh smiled at him, and kept eating. Owen went back to reading. After a few minutes he spoke again,

"I still think we should start that conversation with, 'Now, we have something very grave to tell you...', right?" said Owen, not looking up from the paper.

Tosh gave him a death stare, but she was smiling. "Okay, I give in. But you have to say that, not me. Because it is the worst line I have ever heard."

When Owen got home from work that evening, Tosh was reading a book with her feet on the coffee table.

"Tosh?" he called from the hallway.

"I'm in here!" she replied.

Owen found her and gave her a hug, and, kissing her gently on the lips, sat down next to her on their couch. Tosh put her book down.

"How was work?" she asked. Owen had quit Torchwood a few years earlier. He was now a practising GP at a local clinic that his friend from medical school had set up. When he heard that Owen was looking for a job, he had offered him a partnership in the practice.

"Okay. Fairly routine stuff, you know?" he said. "Oh, and Robert says that you should come in after we have the baby so he can see it. He doesn't believe that I am capable of looking after children."

Tosh laughed. "I'm still not sure you're capable of looking after children, after we babysitted Sophy that time, remember?"

The time in question was when Sophy had taken Jack's laptop and ran around their house with it, Owen chasing her and Tosh laughing as the small girl teased him.

Owen gave her a 'that-never-happened-and-we-shall-never-speak-again-of-it' look.

She smiled at him playfully and he leant forward and drew her lips into a kiss. His hands were cold to her face, and so were his lips. Tosh, however, barely noticed this anymore. When the kiss ended, Owen put his hand on her belly.

"And how's my little man today?" he said, smiling.

Tosh shook her head at 'little man'. "Well, I was about to tell you. I was reading earlier and I felt him...(she corrected herself quickly)...them kicking!"

Owen grinned. "That's my little man! Maybe he's going to be a champion soccer player!"

Tosh shook her head laughingly and cuddled up to him.

"Hungry?" he asked.

Tosh nodded.

"Chinese takeout?" he asked, reaching for the phone sitting on the side table.

Tosh nodded again and said "I love the way you always know what I want to eat, even though you can't!"

Owen kissed her forehead and dialled the number for the local Chinese restaurant.

"Sometimes I envy you living people." he said.

Author's Ramblings:

Don't ask me how Tosh ended up getting pregnant, because I'm not even sure myself. *laughs* AmberHarkness (my co-creator and TW obsessive) suggested maybe they had a sperm sample or something? I have no idea. So just...imagine what you want. Keep in mind that Owen's still dead, because I think it'd be really interesting to write him as being dead, you know? *laughs* (I am insane, I swear.)

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