A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys, sorry for the late update, it took me a bit to think about the next chapter. Since it was created on a whim, I didn't expect people to like it as well, it was originally supposed to be like a one shot thing. Thanks guys. (:
Owen found an abandoned car, the keys still in the ignition.
"That's what I'm talking about! Right, Tosh, I won't be that long. You know what my driving's like. 5 minutes tops." he said through the comm.
Tosh could only gasp her response of "Okay…" before letting her arm fall limply by her side, quickly losing the inner battle to live. She could only hope Owen or someone got to her before the darkness swallowed her up. She could already feel Death's cold hands slowly creeping up her body, her legs already cold and numb.
True to his word, Owen's driving was reckless. He raced through the streets ignoring everything and anything, children wanting to cross the road, other drivers on the road. Nothing was going to get in the way. Instinctively he knew, without her even saying it, that something was wrong, he knew it was beyond the painkillers taking time to kick in, he knew it in his gut, in his unbeating heart. He estimated that with his way of driving, he'd get there in less than the 5 minutes he'd told her. Swallowing thickly as he tapped the comm in his ear, "Tosh, are you still here darlin'?" he asked slowly, still oblivious to her current situation.
Tosh struggled to see anything through her hazy vision, and she felt this not-so-new found reason to hold on. Owen. He may have been quiet for a while, but he'd kept at least one of his promises in the time he'd known her. He'd come back to her, she heard his voice, and she pushed her way through the darkness, mentally shouting at her limbs to move. She weakly pushed down on the metal tray beside her and she let it drop back down to the floor.
His brow creased in concern now, shifting uncomfortably in the seat as he changed gears, skidding sharply, uncaring round a corner.
"Tosh…? Tosh are you there?" he asked, worry and dread growing, swelling within him. "C'mon babe talk to me." he added, finally coming into the Bay.
Hearing the clatter of the metal tray his eyes widened. She WAS there. So why wasn't she responding? Was she unable to? And if so, why? He didn't want to admit it, but he was terrified. He threw the car door open as he skidded to a halt. He jumped out and left the car open, ignoring Jack's shouts from across the Bay and made a mad dash to the Hub.
He wasted no time in breaking into a sprint as the cog door wheeled open. He rushed for the Med Bay.
"Shit, Tosh!" he cried, nearly tripping over his own feet as he stumbled down the steps, having seen the trail of blood that lead down there.
"Tosh, talk to me!" he pleaded, kneeling beside her and oh so carefully pulling her into his arms.
Tosh tried concentrating on him as she slipped in and out of consciousness as she continued to fight the losing battle. "Owen…" she managed to utter quietly, so quiet it was barely audible, she didn't even know if she'd said it or not. More footsteps sounded, rushing into the Hub or from the vaults, she wasn't quite sure, they sounded too far away for her to tell.