When Toshiko returned to her flat she had found Owen asleep on her couch. She gently sat down in the gap between his head and the arm of the couch. She tenderly moved her fingers through the man's hair, it felt soft under her touch. Toshiko sighed softly. Nothing had ever gone right between her and Owen; over the all the time the two had known each other there was always something or someone in their way, including themselves.

In their teenage years neither had thought much about the other in anything more than a friendship way. Sure it had crossed each of their minds, only never at the same time. Then when Owen had met Katie everything changed. Katie bought out a different side of Owen, one that Tosh had had the delight of seeing only a few times before. She liked that the man was able to show himself more instead of hiding behind a mask of sarcasm and roughness. That was the Owen Tosh had begun to fall for when they were younger, but she'd missed her chance.

After Katie had gotten ill, some of Owen's younger self showed itself again. As much as Tosh didn't want to admit it she had kind of missed it. She enjoyed the sarcastic banter, the expressions on people's faces as Owen was unknowingly rude to them, and she loved that she used to be one of the only people to see the inner Owen Harper.

Everything changed again when Katie passed away. Tosh hated seeing Owen self-destruct. As much as it broke her heart to do so she had to step in and hold his hand through the hardest time in her friend's life. With support from the whole group of reunited friends Owen made it through. He was still grieving of course, but he was adjusting. Progress.

Now as Tosh sat with her fingers in Owen's hair and the television playing quietly to itself, she thought about her group of friends.

Gwen. She'd never been that close to Gwen. She liked her, but she knew that if it wasn't for her other friends she probably wouldn't have spent as much time with the woman as she had done. Tosh had gone through a stage of being jealous of the girl when they were teenagers. The way the boys, including Owen, would look at her, the things she would hear them say about her. It took her a while but Tosh had eventually realized she didn't need that, she didn't want it. She was finally able to be truly happy with herself.

Ianto. One of the nicest men she had ever met. Tosh always loved Ianto's innocence and his caring nature. He was the person in the teenage group that she knew she could always count on; the one that would always do what he thought was best for everyone. The one thing that bugged her about him was his inability to choose between his head and heart and stick to listening to just one of them. She hated the pain it had caused him over the years.

Jack. There wasn't one word Tosh could think of to describe him. He was self-assured, in your face, and totally genuine. As a teenager she had often envied Jack's confidence. He could always command the attention of everyone in a room. There was always a show, but no acting, no planning, just Jack and his seemingly unstoppable energy. He'd lost his father and brother at a young age, but was quick to bounce back to help support his mother.

Owen stirred; Tosh quickly withdrew her hand from his hair.

"Tosh?" Owen said groggily.

"Yeah it's me," Tosh replied quietly.

"Did you sort Jack and Ianto out?"

"I think so," Owen was still half asleep. Toshiko could see his still closed eyes, and the slow and steady rise and fall of his chest.

"Perfect for each other," Owen said with a yawn. Tosh stood up as gently as she had sat down as to not wake the man. She padded into her bedroom and retrieved a blanket which she laid carefully over the sleeping man. She switched off the television, before going back to her bedroom, and sliding into bed.

"Perfect for each other," she whispered into the darkness.

A/N : It felt good to write this, I started and couldn't stop. The next chapter will have plot. Please review :)