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Sorry 'bout the wait folks, but I just thought that I'd let you know that you probably won't get any updates for a week or two. Some family are coming to stay, and the room with the computer in it is going to be their makeshift bedroom, so it'd be a bit weird, and besides, me and my good friend who has to my knowledge still failed to read this story (you bitch, lol jks xx) will be attempting to keep a hyperactive toddler entertained. So yeah, you might get another chapter in the next few days, but don't get your hopes up :) .

See you soon, and happy easter!

In the past, the bright lights and amazing technology of Torchwood distracted Toshiko from the little joys in life, such as taking a quiet stroll across the plass, and breathing some healthy, Welsh air. In the past, the only time that she'd felt at peace was when she was working with her computers and technology, but a quiet stroll across the plass, and breathing some healthy, Welsh air had the same effect. The only reason, of course that she was bothering to take a quiet stroll across the plass and breathe some healthy, Welsh air being that Jack was too busy breathing down her neck every time she stepped over the threshold of the hub for her to concentrate, of course. The technology was far more interesting- these bloody strolls were boring at best. The heaved in a breath, and exhaled some more healthy Welsh air. That was all she could do out here, as there was nothing very interesting much. The day was sunny, yet still cold, a first for Wales. Turning to the CCTV camera mounted in the pole that she was nearest to (it wasn't visibly detectable, it was disguised very well) and mouthed the words 'I'm fine Jack, see, nobody's abducted me yet.', waving her hands around as if to prove that she was still there. She shivered a little bit, and began buttoning up her coat, before she stuffed her hands into her pockets, and sighed dramatically. She was grateful that Jack was looking after her; she thought it was sweet for somebody like him to be so caring, but he was starting to smother her. He'd been so angry after the Doctor left that he'd kicked over Gwen's desk. He'd personally wanted to punch the timelord's face back out through the back of his head. Tosh shuddered at the mental image, and scuffed her feet along the stones, admiring her shoes. Black high heeled dull leather boots that reached halfway up her calf. A cold breeze came along and she shivered, wondering what in the name of god had possessed her to wear her fabulous corporate- looking dress. Adele had picked it out for her. It was a blend of lots of different shades of purple and some grey in a fabric that was almost like tweed, though it looked like one shade of dull purple from a distance. One of the reasons that she'd opted to take a quiet stroll across the plass, to breathe some healthy, Welsh air was so that she could show off her outfit- wearing it made her feel confident. Though she'd been out here for a suspiciously long time- she was beginning to look like a bit of a hobo. More wind blew her way, and she winced, before she realized that something was odd- this wind was stronger. There was more coming at her, and it was more consistent. She turned around- the sensation was familiar, but she didn't quite recognize from where, and whatever it was wasn't quite right, there was something missing. She didn't see anything, just more healthy Welsh air. The wind stopped suddenly, and she blinked.

'Well that was odd', she thought, shrugging. She tried to shake it off, but found that she couldn't quite. All that healthy Welsh air had probably gotten to her head- she'd better go back to work. She began walking forward, but she found herself smacking into something that she couldn't see.

'Healthy Welsh air must be getting funny because of climate change' she thought to herself, wishing that that could be the case, but deep down she knew that it was going to be much more complicated than that. She stepped back slightly and held out her hand, feeling smooth wood that she couldn't see pass underneath the pads of her fingers. Her other hand delved into her coat pocket, and within a matter of seconds her purple framed glasses were on the end of her nose. She walked until the wood dropped away from under her fingers, and she turned what she hoped was a corner, running her hand along that as well. She turned three more corners after that, until she arrived at the side which she started on again. There was one thing in this universe that she knew was that material and shape. She lifted her hand to where she figured the door handle would be, and began feeling around for it. She was successful on her second side. She pulled at it, but it didn't budge. She removed her hand from around the handle, and knocked.

"Doctor?" She called, knocking still. "Doctor, are you in there? It's me, Tosh." No response. She sighed in irritation. "You know that Jack wants to hit you- if you don't open the door, I'll tell him you're here." Almost immediately, the door creaked open, to reveal the Doctor standing on the threshold.

"Hello." He greeted awkwardly.

"Hullo, Doctor." She replied, hands in her pockets. He stood there awkwardly for a few more moments.

"Where are we?" he asked. "Time wise."

"You visited five months ago, when Adele hit you with the gun after you insulted her hair." She told him. She was hesitant to say anything else in case he hadn't experienced that yet.

"Oh, we're up to date then," he paused slightly, trying to figure out what to say, "I thought you'd be shouting at me- you said that you weren't going to be civil and all that sort of thing." She snorted and rolled her eyes.

"That was five months ago!" He frowned.

"So you're not angry anymore?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"But this is insanely awkward." She supplied. And he nodded vigorously. "So come here then." She instructed, holding out her arms. He stepped into them, and she gave him a small squeeze. He pulled away after a moment.

"Not awkward anymore?" He asked, and she frowned.

"Can't you tell for yourself?"

"I just go by what you say- I've learned recently not to argue with a woman." She laughed, and gave him a small shove in the chest.

"It's alright; you're allowed to argue with me." She assured him.

"Why?"

"Because unlike most other women you'll meet across the universe, there is no way in hell that I'm ever going to sleep to you." She said, drawing out the word 'never'.

"You sound like Sally from Coupling."

"That idiotic sentence sounded like Steve from Coupling."

They looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing. When they'd calmed down, she peered over his shoulder into the TARDIS.

"Met any new friends recently?" She asked.

"MARTHA!" He shouted behind him.

"Taking that as a yes then." She muttered, and he grimaced playfully at her. Within a matter of moments, a darks skinned woman was leaning over his shoulder.

"Yes, Doctor?" She asked, with what could only be described as an adoring smile. Tosh frowned- this wasn't right.

"Martha, this is Toshiko, she lives in Cardiff. Toshiko this is my friend Martha." Tosh smiled pleasantly, and held her hand out to the woman.

"Nice to meet you Martha." Martha surveyed Tosh carefully, and then took her hand.

"Likewise." With that she turned around and wandered off into the TARDIS. The Doctor followed her path, with a confused look inhabiting his features.

"What was that all about?" He muttered. Tosh looked at him and cocked an eyebrow.

"Isn't it obvious?" This was met with a dumb silence. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Men, honestly..." She pushed past him and entered the control room, marvelling slightly in its beauty. The Doctor shut the door behind her and chuckled.

"Haven't you seen this enough to... you know... not be stunned whenever you walk through the doors?" He asked. She shook her head.

"Never."

He chuckled, and wandered over to the console.

"Fancy a trip?" He asked, twirling a crystallised ball around in its socket.

"Hold that thought." She replied instantly. She bolted out of the door, and back to the security camera in the pole.

'I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'm with the Doctor, I'll be ok, he'll take care of me. See you soon.' She mouthed, waving vigorously. She then sprinted back to the TARDIS, and closed the door behind her.

"All systems go!" She cried, receiving an odd look from Martha who had joined the Doctor at the control panel. The Doctor grinned his stupid grin.

"Allon-sy!"

"Jack." Donna called sharply, her eyes not moving from the monitor. When this heralded no response from the captain she called again. "Jack!" He stumbled out of his office, bleary eyed.

"Wha'?" He slurred sleepily.

"Oh what a catch." Owen muttered as he passed Donna, who shot a glare at him.

"Tosh has gone, she's not on any of the monitors. She looks like she's talking to herself, and then she's gone, just disappeared!"

This immediately snapped Jack back into reality. He ran over to the computer bank, and scanned all of the screens.

"Where the hell has she gone?" He yelped.

" 'Ow should I know?" Donna yelped. All of a sudden, Tosh's image appeared, sprinting across the plass to a CCTV camera. She began mouthing something to the camera.

" Wha's she up to?" Owen muttered, craning over Donna's shoulder.

"Donna, can you put that through-"

"The vocal reconstruction?" Donna finished. "On it." The image on the screen zoomed in, and the software began to process Tosh's mouth movements. Eventually, a generic computerized voice filled the room, the speaker's blaring.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'm with the Doctor, I'll be ok, he'll take care of me. See you soon."

Donna felt her throat constrict. Behind her, Owen's stomach clenched, and all the blood drained from his face.

"But where's the TARDIS?" He yelped. Jack, who had gone as pale as Owen gripped the back support of Donna's chair, spoke.

"He must have had the cloaking on. We can't see it." The entire hub seemed to still, watching, hardly daring to breathe. Suddenly, and without warning, Jack grabbed Donna's face and pressed a kiss to her lips. He then flew across the hub in a few easy strides, grabbed his greatcoat, and was gone in a flash of blue wool.

As he emerged into the healthy Welsh air, he looked around- he couldn't see anything. He ran to the camera where she'd been, and looked from there- and then something caught his eye. It was almost like a silhouette of the TARDIS, fading slowly out of existence, making no sound. Without a second thought, he leaped through the air, grabbed the wooden frame, and held on with all his might.

If the Easter bunny brings me eggs, will you bring me a review?