World of the living
This one was really hard to write and I think it's probably my worst one so far. I'm not selling this very well am I? Oh well.
It's from Tosh's point of view and unlike all the others I have written, it takes place in the past. It is basically what happens to Tosh when she has been detained between her meeting Jack and gaining her freedom.
I do not own Doctor Who, Torchwood etc. If I did, it would probably be the Jack and Ianto show so just as well!
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World of the living
It was three days after her meeting with the mysterious non existent American and Toshiko was still stuck in the same cell she had been in since she first arrived at the…well prison would be an exaggeration. He'd promised to get her out of her and in return she would work for him, but there had still been no sign of him. Tosh supposed that it took time to secure a release of a woman who was official classed as 'a threat to the United Kingdom and the Commonwealth', but it could hurt him to try and hurry up. She was practically dying of starvation, the food her being less than edible, and the indignantly of her hygienic situation.
If only she had a diary…or something. Anything to do was better than sitting her, bored out of her mind, slowly going insane whilst waiting for her promised freedom from a man she didn't even know. Retreating into her mind, Tosh mentally sat herself down to write her experiences over the last few days. Her mental diary might not be as reliable as a real thing, but it helped her to reflect on what had been the worst few weeks of her life so far.
Dear diary, she thought,
Still no sigh of the American visitor. Still no sigh of freedom and still no sign of my mother. The accommodation has not improved and I am not being well fed. Wish I wasn't here.
All my hopes are pinned on one person who told me my mother was all right. Is that silly? I don't really known what this job he is going to offer me will involve, who he is and to be honest, I'm not even quite sure why I am here. I mean, sure I know I did steal secret documents, but does that really warrant a gulag style detention?
I suppose it must, or I wouldn't be here. The American said I was being made an example of. Which, if I'm honest with myself (and I probably should be seeing as this is my own head and I don't think UNIT or the MoD have quite developed telepathic abilities yet) sort of hurts. I've been arrested and imprisoned by means that defy human rights, not to mention the EU, Government and UN, by the people I have been working under for the last five years. And all because I just wanted to save my mother.
I don't know any more, it's just that…'
Tosh was quickly yanked out of her private sanctuary with in her mind by the heavy metal door being forced open. Expecting it to be her daily scraps (she couldn't bring herself to call them meals), she slumped back against the wall she had been leaning against. Only the usual tray didn't appear. Instead, the door was fully pulled open and an armed guard stood at the entrance. The guard, clad in what looked like army uniform, motioned for Tosh to follow her out of the cell, before leading Tosh down dozen after dozen of white washed corridors. Like all of the guards Tosh had encountered so far, this one didn't speak or attempt to make eye contact with her and neither did Tosh. She had realised they would never answer you after a week or so of yelling, screaming and crying.
The guard tuned left, her ponytail swinging and Tosh struggled to keep up, her legs weakened from her diet and lack of exercise. Finally, the guard stopped at a door. Removing a card from he belt, the guard opened the door before leading Tosh into an open space that Tosh recognised as the place she had met the American.
Looking around, Tosh realised the guard had left, locking the door and she was alone in the dull, airy room. Or at least she though she was.
'Come on, I think it's time we got you a decent meal and a shower…'
He continued to talk, but Tosh didn't hear. All she knew was that he, the American was back, and this time he was taking her with him, away from this hell hole. Without so much as a backwards glance at her prison and personal nightmare, Tosh took the hand of her saviour as he led her out side, back towards the sunshine and the world of the living.
Hope that was ok!
Love you all
Jyra
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