Tosh sat at her station, silently downloading all of Jacks information onto a new hone, while checking through the files on Ianto's.
She refused, of course, to poke through their messages., and if anything seemed remotely personal, she avoided it.
Still,the things that she could glean simply from the sheer volume of what she could not look at was staggering.
The Captain and his Welshman were certainly fond of picture messages, that's for sure.
Her attention was suddenly split by a groan from beside her.
surprisingly bedraggled looking Owen rolled over to her, his face in his hands.
"Any new from our fearless leader and his wonder boy?"
Tosh smirked, spinning away from her computer and facing the dead man.
" Yes actually. They are going to go get Ianto glasses, and then had back here once that's done. It sounded like they had muddled through what to do with all of our, err, extra personnel as well."
Own scrubbed his face with his hands, glancing up at her.
"Brilliant. In the mean time we need to figure out how to take care of the personal needs of two elderly women, two not-so-elderly women, and two alien octpi for the next flour hours."
The technician shrugged.
"You can go get coffee and doughnuts, while I get everyone up and ready."
The doctor groaned.
"Or you can go feed Myfanwy while I get everyone up ad ready."
The prospect of going to feed the Ptrernanodon her daily meal was deplorable.
"You know I can't do that! Remember the last time? She thought I was road kill."
Toshiko stifled a smile.
"To be fare, she doesn't have the ability to tell that you are animate To her you're salvageable meat."
The dead man groaned, pulling himself from his chair with a huff.
"Fine. I'll go sag breakfast. You get the rest of the Golden Years up and at 'em."
She nodded, hiding her transfer screens while standing fro her chair.
With a sigh she walked the short distance to the palate of cots and gently shook Martha awake.
"Martha. Martha Jones. It's time to get up."
The woman yawned, and rubbed her eyes tiredly.
She pulled herself off of the cot, her clothes rumpled and her already spike ponytail a star-burst behind her
"What's up?"
Her voice crackled with sleep.
"It's morning. Jack and Ianto will be here in a few hours to decide everyone's fate. Figured that you'd want to get ready for the day."
The woman nodded yawning once more and stretching her shoulders languidly.
"Fine. Thanks. Can I take a shower?"
Toshiko nodded.
"Yea, locker room is down those stairs forth door to the right. There is a steamer in there if you want t freshen your clothes, or just snag Gwen's from locker 14."
The medic nodded shuffling off to ready herself for the day.
The two other women on the cot had been awakened by the conversation, and were now sitting up, taking in their surroundings.
After what felt like several awkward moments of stunned silence, Olivia was the first to speak.
"It hadn't been a dream then. We are actually in Torchwood."
Tosh smiled.
"Yes, yes you are. And I was just wondering if you two would car to get ready for the day."
Gertrude nodded.
"What time is it anyway?"
Toshiko glanced at her watch.
"10:15."
Olivia nodded, moving to crawl off of the cots, but Gertrude groaned, flopping back with a huff.
"It's too early to be up. Come and get me when the sun is up on Mars."
Toshiko heard Owen laugh from a distant part of the HUB, followed by the grating sound of the hidden lift slotting back into place.
"That's fine then. But the HUB needs to get working for the day, so things might be a bit- Gertrude?"
Soft snoring and stifled laughter was her answer.
"She's already out again dear. Don't feel too bad. The only time I've ever seen her actually get up before noon -if she had a choice- was the first week we spent together as a couple."
There was another laugh, this one soft and filled with nostalgia.
"Even then once we were finished she'd rollover and sleep until the next round."
Tosh smiled at her and then walked with her to the locker room.
"Here is a towel,and the showers are right in there. Martha is in there right now so you may want to wait a moment."
Toshiko heard the heavy splashing of water against the tiles stop,and called out.
"Olivia and I are in here , just fyi."
There was a rustling ad the slapping of wet feet against tile as Martha emerged, wrapped in a towel.
"Thank's for the warning."
Tosh smiled, and then walked over to her locker.
"I know that they aren't exactly to your tastes."
She pulled an old T-shirt and a pair of worn jeans from her locker and handed them to the women.
"And they maybe a bit big, but you can wear them if you wish, until we can get out to your place and gather together your things."
The woman nodded, taking the bundle of clothes and the towel before walking into the shower room.
Tosh turned to leave, but was instead greeted with a rumpled looking Gertrude standing before her wrapped up in a sleeping bag.
"Where is Olive."
Martha stifled a laugh, tugging off her shower cap and , her back to the door.
"Good morning star shine."
The Mayweather shot a wither glance to the woman's back.
"She's in the shower as we speak. You can go join her is you-"
Before the sentence was finished, the woman had bolted up the steps and around the corner, a sleeping bag and a shirt left in her wake.
"Well then. Good to see that age hasn't slowed her down."
Tosh picked up the shirt and hung in n the steamer bar.
"No it has not."
Martha finished dressing quickly, opting to continue in her newly steamed clothes than wear Gwen's."
No sooner than she finished putting on her shoes did Owen burst in, his shirt a crumpled ball in his hand, his bullet wound on proud display.
Martha gasped, rushing to quickly divert her gaze less she gag.
It was awful, seeing the flesh months after she had autopsied it, the wound still gaping n his flesh.
Toshiko, on the other hand, kept her gaze firm, nodding at him slightly before snagging one of his t-shirts from his locker for him.
"Thanks Tosh."
He quickly slipped the shirt over his head, concealing the wounds once more.
Martha's gaze quickly found the floor, and her face burned with embarrassment.
"Sorry, Owen, I wasn't expecting-"
He shrugged.
"It's okay. A bit like when Jack wakes up from one of his episodes. You've seen him dead,but it doesn't occur to you how did he was once he's alive again. Except I kept the damage, while he doesn't."
The woman nodded, drawing in a steadying breath.
"Yea. Yea."
Tosh pointed at the crumpled ball of cloth on the floor.
"Some dick ran into me on the sidewalk and spilled the carrier of coffee all over me."
"Ah."
There was a pause, before the medic coughed.
"Yes, well, I'll go make tea then."
Martha fled from the room, Owen and Tosh following slowly behind her.
Not many words were spoken after that indecent.
Martha and Tosh set the conference room up with the morning news and breakfast.
Owen managed to feed the Weevils and thoroughly embarrass himself by walking in on Glib and Fall.
They Mayweathers stumbled into the conference room half an hour later, pink cheeked and slightly breathless, which brought a smirk from the Torchwood crew.
UNIT continued to bombard the HUB with emails and phone calls,all of which went ignored for the time being.
Breakfast was eaten to the sound of the news, and the group simply settled into waiting for their fearless captain and his Welshman to appear.