"Tosh, what happened?" Ianto asked genuinely worried.
"Gertrude is a very nice woman, but does she not remind you of someone?" Tosh stared pointedly at Jack. Owen piped in
"Yea, come to think of it it's like an older, lesbian you two!"
Owen threw up his hands in exasperation.
"I liked them though." Tosh said softly.
Ianto smiled. "I do too." Jack raised his hand like a child.
"Me three!" Owen rolled his eyes.
"Well I can't say that I don't, but if you two are anything like those two, then I fear you'll never grow self-control with age." Ianto laughed.
"Ok then, let's go back to the HUB and get settled I have a date tonight and I do not want to be late. Tosh nodded, and she shared a knowing grin with Owen. The Torchwood team headed to the SUV smiling and laughing together.
Olivia Mayweather leaned against the door frame of the manor, staring wistfully after the Torchwood team. She had a meal to cook and a table to arrange for the handsome young men of the morning. She felt a familiar pair of slender arms wrap around her, a chin resting on top of her head.
"You know those two remind me a bit of us, at the beginning, all those years ago." Gertrude chuckled kissing tenderly her wife's ear.
"With that RAF coat, he looked almost like you in your WAVES uniform, strutting through the office like you owned it, cuffs pressed onto my wrists as you carted me away, only to have those same cuffs used so many different ways over the years." The other woman nodded.
"Did you hate me for that? Arresting you because someone accused you of being a spy? Simply for being Japanese?" The other woman spun around, hugging herself to her wife's chest.
"No, never. I may have wanted to, but it obviously didn't work." Gertrude leaned down a tender kiss planted firmly on the other's hair.
"Yea, we are still as in love now as we were then, in the middle of the war. And we will always be this way." Olivia smiled.
"Now let's get to work lazy, we have an adorable young couple, as in love with each other as we are, need us to pull this surprise together."
"Fine." A pout, "Twenty minutes?" Gertrude clasped Olivia's hand dragging her away.
"Thirty and I'll cook the dessert!"