Warning: Torchwood Finale Spoilers
Who: Toshiko Sato and Gwen Cooper.
What: Spoilers for Finale.
Where: A street in L.A.
When: Evening. Before the hurricane.
Rating: TBD.
Status: Started.

Tosh couldn't stop sobbing. Owen was dead. Again. Only this time there would be no resurrection glove...risen mitten...whatever they were calling it this week. Nothing to bring him back. Nothing to bring back. And now she was here in this place. On some unfamiliar street. And the gunshot wound hurt so much, but she pushed that to the back of her mind. She knew she was dying but it didn't matter. She'd done her job. She'd stopped the meltdown. And at what cost? She'd lost him. She'd listened to him scream and finally resign himself to death. She'd listened as he died. He'd told her it wasn't her fault, but she couldn't help thinking there must have been something she could have done. Anything. She leaned back against the wall outside the building where she'd found herself, keeping her hands pressed to her stomach, her arm still in pain from where she'd broken it.

She didn't know how she'd gotten here from the hub...maybe a trick of the rift. But apparently the Doctor was here. And Ianto...which meant Jack and Gwen might be here as well. She just hoped that they were alright. She didn't think she could bear it if any of them were hurt because of Gray. Losing Owen had been too much, and she couldn't lose anyone else. Not like Owen. No matter what he'd said, she still blamed herself. Maybe in the next life she would see him again and she could apologise. For failing him. Because she couldn't bring herself to believe Jack's stories about the black. There had to be something more.