Author's Note
Tosh and Owen go home and spend an unusual night while Gwen has some explaining to do.
The Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights belong to Russell T. Davies and BBC. I make no money and intend no harm.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it, any reviews or comments would be great. :)
Tosh stepped gingerly through her front door, as if afraid to move in her new body. She immediately went into her bedroom to change, uncomfortable in Gwen's tight jeans and leather jacket. Once she had changed, she went to the full-length mirror in her room, unable to resist.
She stood there for a long time, hardly believing what she was seeing. She reached a hand up and touched her cheek, Gwen's cheek. She ran a hand through her too long hair, sighing. She turned away from the mirror and looked around her room, at the bed she rarely slept in.
She suddenly found herself wondering why she devoted so much of her time to a job that was more dangerous and life threatening than rewarding. She wasn't getting any younger and most of the women her age were settling down and having kids whereas she was still pining after the same man that she had been for years.
It was then that she remembered why she did it. It had started out as a way to escape, but it had become so much more to her. Torchwood was her life. She loved helping and protecting people and she'd be lying to herself if she said she didn't like the danger and excitement just a little bit.
She knew she should be out living her life, instead of finding it a rare treat whenever she saw natural daylight. She knew that the life expectancy for Torchwood members was not long at all. She knew all this, yet she stayed, she had to, she couldn't just walk away. All the things she'd done, everything she had seen, she wouldn't have missed it for the world and she couldn't just let it all go.
Tosh looked over at the clock and realized it was after one. She got into bed, curled up and tried to get some sleep. She found herself instead, thinking of Owen. She was suddenly gripped with terror when she realized that he was at home, all alone with in her body.
She shifted uncomfortably in bed, knowing that by now he had probably seen everything.
It's not that she didn't want him to see, just not now, not like this. She fell asleep wondering what he would say tomorrow, at work.
Owen entered his flat, threw his keys on the counter and immediately walked to the fridge to get a drink. Usually, he'd go to a pub after a long day at work. He'd drink a pint; maybe meet a girl too, if he was lucky. As if he'd be able to pick up a girl looking like he did now. He looked down at himself and wondered why Tosh always covered up so much, she wasn't bad looking.
He looked around, as if checking to see if there was anyone else in his deserted flat. He quickly peaked down his own shirt, feeling like a naughty schoolboy. He suddenly got an uncomfortable feeling, as he was being watched. He looked up quickly, not seeing anyone.
He put his beer down and his heat fell when he realized he had to pee. He thought that maybe he could hold it, but it soon became obvious that would not be an option. He walked slowly to the bathroom and inched inside. He looked down at the toilet and then down at the flared jeans he wore. He sighed and without too much difficulty, managed to successfully use the toilet as a woman, for the first and hopefully last time.
He went into his bedroom feeling a little triumphant. He walked to his dresser and looked for something he could he put on. He desperately wanted to get out of Tosh's clothes, they were too constricting. He found the smallest clothes he had and they still ended up being much too long for Tosh's short legs.
He got into bed and lay there just staring at the ceiling. He thought about Tosh and wondered how she was handling the change. She hadn't said much earlier, though she never really said much anyway. He liked that about her. He thought about his new body and thought he might have liked to see it properly someday.
Owen knew Tosh had a thing for him and he thought that maybe when this whole thing was over, he might ask her out. It's not like he was in love with her or anything but he thought she was sweet. Someone he had something in common with.
Not like Gwen. That was just sex; there was no real emotion there, not on his part anyway. Tosh was nice, Tosh was safe. He thought that he might be happy with her, well as happy as he could be, working for Torchwood. He thought of Gwen again and couldn't stop himself from laughing. She'd have told Rhys by now. He wondered how he had taken it, not well, probably.
Someone would definitely be sleeping on the sofa tonight. He laughed again as he rolled over, thinking that his situation was bad but it could be a whole lot worse.
Gwen crept through her front door as quietly as she could; hoping Rhys was already in bed. Of course he wasn't. He was sitting at the kitchen table, the remnants of dinner spread out in front him. He must have heard her creeping through the living room because he looked up and realizing that it wasn't his wife, leapt to his feet.
"Who the hell are you?" he shouted, searching the kitchen for something he could use as a weapon. He spotted a rolling pin on the counter and snatched it up, holding it in front of him like a club. "I'm warning you. My wife is a cop and she'll be home any minute."
Gwen held her hands up, showing him they were empty. "Take it easy, Rhys. It's me, and I'm not a cop anymore."
"How do you know my name? What do you want from me?" Rhys yelled.
It's me Gwen, I swear. You have to believe me." she said, pleadingly.
"You're not my Gwen. You're a man!" he said, terrified. "Oh God! What have you done with her? Where is Gwen?"
"I am Gwen. Something happened at work, something alien." she said, trying to calm him down.
At the mention of aliens, Rhys relaxed a little, but still held onto the rolling pin. "You're Gwen?" he asked, uncertainly.
"Yes, it's me." she said, smiling.
"I-I don't believe you." he stammered. "Prove it."
"On our wedding day you saved my life and from that moment on I knew that no matter what happened you would always be there for me. I need you to be there for me now, Rhys."
"God, it really is you! How did this happen?" asked Rhys, releasing the rolling pin and taking a step towards her.
"I don't know." she said. "We found this thing, this sphere thing. It blew up and we all woke up in different bodies."
"Well, whose body is it? Just some random bloke or…"
"It's a guy I work with, Owen." said Gwen.
"Wait! I think I've met him before. Wasn't he at our wedding? I know you looked familiar."
"Yeah, that's him." she said.
"I'm gonna kill that Harkness." said Rhys angrily. "He's always getting you mixed up in alien stuff."
"It's not his fault." said Gwen smiling at him. "Alien stuff is my job, besides if you hurt him it'll be Ianto who really suffers."
"Isn't Ianto the bloke he's shagging? Oh, that is just wrong." said Rhys looking slightly disgusted.
"It's not like we got to pick." said Gwen, laughing.
"How long will you be like this? I mean it's not permanent…is it?"
"No, no. it's just temporary. A few days at the most. We'll figure it out, and then we'll all be back to normal. Well, normal for us." she said.
"It's late," said Rhys, still looking at her funny. "You've had a long day. You should probably get to bed. I hope you don't mind if I sleep on the sofa tonight. I love you, but not that much."
"Oh shut up." she said, laughing. "I love you, you big idiot."
"Feelings mutual," he said smiling. "G'night love."
"Goodnight." said Gwen over her shoulder as she walked into the bedroom they shared.
"And don't be in there looking at yourself, either!" Rhys shouted from the sofa.
"Don't worry, I won't." she shouted back. If he only knew, she thought.
She changed into pajamas that were much too small for her and climbed into bed. She hoped what she had said to Rhys about not being stuck like this for long was true. As she drifted off to sleep she thanked God that she didn't have to go to the bathroom.
While Gwen slept in the other room, Rhys lay awkwardly on the sofa. He wanted to be sleeping in his bed, with his wife, but no, he was stuck on the lumpy sofa. And why? An alien thing, great! He rolled over violently and punched at the pillows under his head, muttering angrily to himself.
"Bloody Torchwood!"