Stimulus: Pendant/Not so bad

Spoilers: S1E… something. The one with the pendant and the alien.

POV: Tosh (I really need to do an Owen fic… it's itching me. The plot bunnies will NOT let me sleep tonight, you can be sure of that)

Dedication: Whoever invented coffee. I hate the stuff, but I need that caffeine fix to get me through the day. Hey… maybe I'll do a drabble about coffee… oui? Non?

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. DAMN YOU, BBC LAWYERS! DAMN YOU!

AN: Just thought I'd tell y'all (all three of you) that I'm starting a new fic called… well, I have no idea, but I'm sure I'll think of something. It shall be fluffy.

-x-

Don't look at her. Don't look. She'll think you're getting needy. Don't look.

Why the bloody hell isn't he looking at me? I've been sat here for ages…

Tosh looks a little bit off. I wonder if she's ok?

Tosh started as she heard – not so much heard as felt – her name woven into someone's thoughts. With a frown, she looked round. Owen was doing medical type stuff on his laptop – pretending to, anyway – while Gwen watched him with wide, doe eyes that were anything but innocent. Jack was in his office, staring at some oblong object that seemed to have no purpose whatsoever but had been in a blowfish's pocket when it had come through the rift. Every now and then he let out barks of laughter – she couldn't bring herself to ask what was so funny. She probably didn't want to know.

Maybe she's ill.

The tone of the thoughts said Ianto. Tosh frowned. Why would he be bothered with her? It seemed that everyone in this office hated her, and they'd barely even spoken since he'd joined… yet when she looked round, there he was, staring at her concernedly over a coffee pot. She blushed when he saw her looking, but there was something in his worried gaze that was so remarkably genuine… she couldn't look away. He gave her a small smile.

"Coffee?"

"Please," she stammered out with a smile. He grinned back.

"Coming right up."

I wonder if she'll tell me what's up… better not ask. She'll think I'm prying.

She felt Ianto's eyes on the back of her head as she turned away to gaze unseeingly at the monitor.

I hope she's alright.

Tosh bit back a sudden grin. Maybe it wasn't as bad as she'd thought, after all. Maybe – just maybe – everything would be ok.