DISCLAIMER! I REMEMBERED THIS TIME!

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I know that Easy Virtue and My Life in Ruins weren't about when this was made/set, but I just threw them in there because I like them

And thank you catlover123456789 for favouriting!

Also, this is me trying to capture Gwen's usual reaction to this sort of thing –based off Martha's visit in the show, it just seems like her, ya get me? Also, I wasn't sure how many children Wilf had- because from how many people there were at the wedding, I doubt that it was just Sylvia.

I hope you enjoy the new chaper!

"Jack?" Gwen's voice crackled through the phone speakers.

"Yes Gwen?" Jack replied, touching his earpiece, silencing her voice from the others.

"So let me get this straight-" Owen began for the third time that day.

"Yes Owen!" Ianto interrupted, frustrated. "We ARE investigating a sighting of giant bats- get over it!"

"It just seems so Sci-fi!" Owen protested.

"Like the Bridesmaid's dress." Tosh muttered, with a little smirk.

"GUYS!" Jack barked from the driver's seat, "I can't hear myself think, let alone Gwen's report, so if you don't mind actually working, then that'd be just dandy!"

Silence.

"Just because she picked silver fabric, doesn't make it sci-fi." Ianto hissed.

"JACK!" Owen bellowed. "IANTO'S TALKING!"

"OWEN!"

Tosh laughed silently, while Ianto stuffed his fist in his mouth. Three months had passed, since the incident, and Toshiko now felt completely at ease around her three male co-workers.

"Right," Jack interrupted their giggles, "Gwen's been to visit the man who made the complaint, and apparently he's a bit of a nerd, Star Trek uniform kind of thing."

"That makes sense," Adele confirmed through the comms, as Jack switched her connection to speakerphone. "He's posted everything online, taken pictures of the warehouse, but not the 'bats'."

"Is it possible that he fell asleep watching Star Wars or something, and when he woke up he mistook something perfectly normal for an alien?" Tosh reasoned.

"Let's see when we get there," Jack commanded, pressing a button on his earpiece as he spoke. "Gwen, where are you? We'll pick you up."

Five minutes later, Gwen clambered in to the passenger seat beside Jack.

"You know that man used light sabers instead of light fittings?" She asked incredulously. "He's stuck them all over the walls! He's a total fanatic!"

"They're good movies!"

"Ianto, you're the only one that likes them!" Owen protested.

"They're not that bad." Tosh muttered.

"They're not realistic!" Jack whined.

"Adele liked them!" Ianto argued heatedly.

"She fell asleep!" Owen yelped, as the SUV pulled over in front of the warehouse where the sighting occurred, and parked behind a blue car.

They all gathered on the pavement, loading their guns and checking that their torches were working.

"That was The Lord of the Rings." Ianto informed Owen, un helpfully.

"File out." Jack commanded, rolling his eyes. The four of them (Gwen was staying in the car as back up) jogged towards the heavy metal doors, Owen and Ianto in the lead, Jack and Tosh bringing up the rear.

"Well then it must have been Star Wars where she left half way through to urgently buy petrol and flowers." Owen muttered, his voice laced with sarcasm as he and Ianto worked on opening the door.

"That was James Bond, and only because she didn't like Piece Brosnan."

"Guys, focus, and stop slagging off at my fiancée's film collection." Adele admonished through the comms.

"But it's not just Ianto's films!" Owen ranted into the comms, abandoning his attempts at the door. "What about Gone with the Wind! Or My Big Fat Greek Wedding, or My Life in Ruins, or Easy Virtue, or- let us never forget the travesty, the abomination that a grown woman actually likes- Mean Girls."

"Owen, sod off." Adele barked.

"Focus." Jack hissed dangerously. Owen immediately went back to working on the door.

"There's a side door, according to the plans." Gwen informed them. "But I can't get up the CCTV, Adele can you-?"

"On it." Adele muttered, the sound of computer keys clacking from the hub filled their earpieces.

It seems fine, why don't Jack and Tosh try- shit."

"What, what's wrong?" Ianto asked, immediately worried.

"An old man and middle aged woman went in the side door about twenty minutes ago, they still haven't come out. Their car is the one that you parked the SUV behind."

"Shouldn't be too much of a threat." Jack whispered.

"The film quality is too grainy to get a fix on their faces, I can't identify them, though they don't look too dangerous- or alien fanatics for that matter." Adele announced.

"We'll risk it." Jack decided. "Move in." He told Ianto, who- as if on cue- wrenched the door open.

The warehouse was lit only by a red globe by the doors, so when they were closed, most of the building was plunged into darkness.

It was cold in there, and wet, and dark, Tosh decided as she pulled out her scanner.

"I think those are our bats." She whispered, pointing her torch at the ceiling, illuminating three large pieces of cloth hanging from the light fittings- right across from the musty windows.

"The guy lives in the street directly opposite from those windows." Jack muttered irritably. "Tosh, I think you're right, but scan anyway, just to be sure. I'm going to look in this office thing over there, Owen, Ianto, look for the intruders." And with that Tosh was left alone, with her scanner. Morning light was spilling in from the crack under the door, and she longed to be out there, instead of standing by a large forest of packing cases and crates, with two potentially dangerous intruders and two of her friends inside. Suddenly, Ianto's Welsh accent penetrated the silence.

"Tosh, the woman, she's coming in your direction!" Tosh slipped the scanner back in her pocket, and whirled around. Sure enough, she heard running footsteps, and a gun shot.

"OI! WATCH IT THERE, G.I JOE, YOU COULD'A SHOT ME!" Immediately, Tosh's ears pricked up, as she recognized the voice, and thanked all her deities (for Ianto's sake) that Jack was too far awy to hear any shouting, or gunshots.

"Owen, Ianto, don't shoot!" She shrieked. Silence.

"Tosh?" Asked the female, from the darkness of the shipping jungle, "Tosh, is that you?"

"Donna?" She asked, incredulously. Sure enough, the fiery red hear emerged from behind a packing crate near her, after some more footsteps. The two women embraced with a laugh, and then separated, grinning madly.

"What are you doing here?" Donna asked.

"Our job." Tosh replied. "What about you?"

"Hold on, our job? You're with the crazy gun man?"

"Oh yeah, that's Ianto." Tosh replied cheerfully. "G.I JOE!" She called into the darkness, and within a moment he appeared next to her.

"Don't call me that." He muttered, embarrassed.

"I'll have to tell Adele, she'll like it." Tosh muttered, with a flick of her eyebrow to accompany the lewd comment. Ianto made a few spluttering noises of indignation.

"You have been spending far too much time with Jack." He accused after a moment.

"Jack's here?" Donna asked immediately, hopeful. Tosh nodded, and pressed a finger to her comm.

"Owen, come back here." She commanded.

"I can't." He replied.

"Why can't you, dear?" She asked sarcastically. He hesitated a moment before answering.

"I'm lost."

"Lost." Tosh repeated.

"Yes, lost."

"Lost."

"Alright, alright!" Owen muttered.

"Well, don't shoot the old man, if you see him."

"That's my grandfather!" Donna yelped.

"Definitely don't shoot the old man." Tosh repeated, firmly. "I don't remember your grandfather from the wedding." Tosh asked, once she'd hung up on Owen, with a small frown.

"He was laid up with the flu." Donna explained. "He's quite an alien fanatic, so he came with me."

Behind her, Ianto touched his comm. "Darling, you're a terrible judge of character."

"Why are you here though?" Tosh asked, ignoring Ianto.

"I'm looking for you and the Doctor." Tosh flinched violently, though Donna didn't seem to notice.

"I looked all over the internet- I thought trouble, they'll be there." Tosh nodded, and regulated her breathing, when suddenly, the doors were flung open. She spun around and saw Owen tucking his gun away, approaching them.

"Not lost any more then?" Tosh asked, trying to keep her face straight.

"Shuddup." He muttered, embarrassed. He looked suspiciously at Donna, unsure what to make of her.

"Oh, Owen, Ianto, this is Donna." Tosh piped up, pointing to Donna. "She's a friend of mine." They both raised a hand in an awkward greeting.

"What's going on?" Jack barked, as he made his way back from the office. Tosh immediately lifted her finger to her lips, looking pointedly at Owen and Ianto, and then grabbed Donna's arm.

"We found the female intruder." She announced, and spun Donna about, so she was facing Jack, and then stepped back respectfully, next to Owen.

The gun and torch that had been in Jack's hands lay forgotten on the floor, as the two ran at each other, meeting in the middle of the room in a tight embrace. He lifted her off her feet, and whirled her around, her giggling with excitement. He placed her back on the ground, their faces pausing dangerously close to one another's for a moment, and then the spell was broken.

"I missed you!" He beamed quietly.

"Why didn't you call me?" She asked, eyes wide, and he winced at her words.

"I was looking after a friend, and things got in the way. " He murmured in her ear. "But I'm so, so glad you're here." He muttered,

"I'm glad I'm here too." His hands ran from her upper arms to her shoulders, and he pulled her forward their lips meeting.

Tosh surveyed the beautiful scene before her, with one hand clapped to her cheek, and a big smile on her lips. She felt her other hand lightly brush against Owen's, and they both quickly glanced at each other, then hurriedly looked away. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks, and she grinned to herself, suddenly becoming aware of the distance between her and Owen. At the same time, Gwen and the old man –Donna's grandfather hurried in though the open door, and Tosh went to meet them, holding her hand out to the old man.

"Are you Donna's 'gramps'?" She asked, and he nodded, taking the hand.

"Call me Wilf." He replied, eyeing Donna and Jack suspiciously.

"I'm Tosh, a friend of Donna's." She said, dropping his hand. He turned back to Tosh with a raised eyebrow.

"I just thought that she wanted to find some giant bats." He whispered. Tosh nodded.

"I would intervene, because I think Owen's about to be sick in a moment, but I think it's sweet." Wilf nodded in agreement, and Tosh found herself liking this friendly old man. She led him over to introduce him to Owen and Ianto, but Gwen appeared to be losing patience, and had other ideas.

"Jack," She asked loudly, interrupting the beautiful moment in front of them, "Who the hell is this?" She asked with a largely fake smile. Jack raised an eyebrow at her, annoyed.

"This is Donna." He said, as though it was all the explanation needed. Tosh and Ianto shared a look, and nodded, before marching forwards.

"But why are you- hey!" Tosh and Ianto each gripped one of her arms, and dragged her backwards out of the door, only dropping her on the pavement when they were a safe distance away from the warehouse. Both Owen and Wilf quickly followed behind them, neither of them anxious to stay in the building.

"Gwen, you can't keep doing that!" Ianto admonished.

"Why not?" She protested, getting to her feet. "He never shares anything with us, and then all of a sudden he's kissing a complete stranger!"

"Donna's not a stranger, she's my friend!" Tosh replied heatedly.

"You've never mentioned her before." Gwen spat, growing angry quickly, then turned to Owen and Ianto. "You're closer to her, has she ever mentioned a Donna to you?"

There was an uncomfortable silence, as both men folded their arms, neither of them wanting to aid Gwen in her rant.

"And you're just as bad as him!" Gwen accused, turning back to Tosh. "You keep secrets, and disappear for ages at a time, and then suddenly you act like you're in charge!"

"She is second in command." Ianto piped up. "She's been here the longest out of all of us." Gwen threw him a glare, as he stopped talking.

"Who is she then Tosh, who is she?" Gwen barked.

"I met her at Christmas, alright!" Tosh yelled. Silence ensued. Christmas was a topic that the others knew not to broach, Jack and Adele being the only others who knew. All they knew was that something bad had happened at Christmas, that neither her nor Jack dared to speak of.

She stomped down the street, past the SUV and the warehouse, and would have continued on her way, had she not been stopped in her tracks by Owen's voice.

"What happened, Tosh?"

She froze in her tracks, and didn't look around when she spoke.

"You don't need to know."

"We want to look after you!"

"I don't want you to know."

"We're your friends; we've got a right to know!" Gwen argued.

"I'm not going to tell you." She said forcefully, while she felt the shields that she'd built up over the months crashing down.

"Leave her alone, she doesn't want to talk about it, and if you're her friends you ought to respect that!" Wilf commanded, to be met with a snort from Owen.

"Oh shut up Grandpa!"

"Listen here sonny, seventy years ago I fought for this country so that young people like you can have a good life-"

"Yeah, that's wonderful, but this is none of your business, so could you please stay out of it?" Gwen snapped roughly.

"It's not your business either."

"We're her friends, she should tell us this sort of thing!"

"Stop it, leave her be!" Ianto barked.

"Tosh, why won't you tell us?" Gwen whined. "You know that you can trust us-"

"Shut up!" Tosh screamed piercingly. "I hate you, both of you, just leave me alone!" And with that she turned around, and ran down the street as fast as the heels of her boots would allow.

She didn't stop running, not until she was three streets away, and found a doorway to sit in. She was crying- again. It was all she ever seemed to do these days. Suddenly she became aware of running footsteps- but they weren't any of the team's. She removed her hands from her face in time to see Wilfred sitting down beside her. They sat in silence for a few moments, until she spoke.

"Thank you for standing up for me." She whispered her voice weak.

"You're welcome, love."

There was some more silence.

"You can talk to me if you want- just between us. I've raised three daughters and Donna, I'm not totally clueless." She laughed slightly.

"I just want them to move on from this." She said after a moment. "Something bad happened to me at Christmas, just after Donna's wedding."

"So you're the mystery woman!" Wilf cried in comprehension. Tosh laughed tearily and nodded. "You should'a heard Sylvia nagging me to find out from Donna who you lot were." Tosh laughed again, and continued.

"I'd be better if they weren't always going on about it, Ianto's the only one who's not trying to trick me into telling them, Gwen's practically fornicating over Jack, trying to get it out of him." She paused, and swallowed thickly. "If they're supposed to be my friends, why don't they care?"

"They do care love, they just don't know what to care about." She looked up into his wise old eyes, and burst into tears. He gently gripped her shoulders, and oulled her into his side, for a comforting hug.

He and Wilf had finally managed to calm Tosh down so she'd be able to go home by her self- though he had a sneaking suspicion that she and Adele were planning the wedding, yet again. Ianto was wherever Adele was, Owean and Gwen had been left to stew in the hub, and Wilf had gone back to the hotel that he and Donna had been staying in, leaving Jack and Donna to go to the pub.

"...So I told her that Lance had left me for her, the last that I heard, because he was more attracted to women like her!" Jack laughed raucously, much enjoying the stories that Donna had told her friends and family of how Lance was no longer in her life.

"So what are you doing with your life these days?" Jack asked, once the laughter had died down.

"Nothing." She said, sourly.

"I thought you were going to travel the world?" He asked, puzzled.

"I tried." She deadpanned. "I went to Egypt, but everything was so touristy, and I came back home."

Jack laughed slightly, taking another swig of beer.

"And when I did get back home, it was all Mum telling me that I needed a job, and telling me how disappointing I was, so I thought of the Doctor, but now..." She though back to Jack's explanation, and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"So you need a job," He clarified, trying not to focus on how cute she looked with wrinkled nose, while she nodded. "And you want to get away from your mother," She nodded again, "maybe in a lovely little place like Cardiff?"

Donna choked on her drink.

"What are you asking exactly?" She rasped.

Shit, he'd scared her. Bugger, Bugger, bugger.

"Well, we've always got work that needs doing, even now we've taken Adele on, it's still a struggle, and it would give us a chance to be closer and-"

"Where would I stay?"

The bold statement caught him off guard. "I've no money for a flat, where would I stay?"

"You could stay with me." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he immediately wished that he could take them back. Stupid, stupid, stupid Jack, he was going to frighten her off, stupid, stupid.

"O-or Tosh's." He stammered nervously. What was happening to him? He never acted like this around anyone else he'd ever fancied, how the hell was Donna doing this to him? "I'm sure she wouldn't mind, I mean unless-" But Donna cut him off by reaching over the table, and pressing a finger to his lips.

"Your place sounds fine."

I know, I know, one day I'll write a chapter with no crying in it... ;)

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