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m_findlowTitle: Simple fears
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Tosh, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 353 - In the shelter at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: It isn't the alien things that scare Tosh. A triple drabble.
Tosh was properly scared when she heard the first explosion outside. It rattled the walls of the shelter and sent down little showers of mortar and dust. Some of the women gave little yelps, but most just brushed the fallen dust from their dresses.
How strange, Tosh thought, observing their nonchalant attitude. She'd faced all kinds of terrible things in her line of work and not been scared, but having bombs falling from the sky, trapped in a time that wasn't hers, had her heart going a million miles an hour amongst a bevy of other people who found this relatively commonplace.
She swallowed hard and looked back over her shoulder searching for Jack's familiar face. She found it and he gave her a reassuring half smile. They'd be okay, it said. Cardiff had been bombed throughout the war but there had only been a few casualties. He'd know better than anyone if there'd been a mass killing of dancehall soldiers and their dancing partners. Then again, what if their presence here was affecting the timeline? Could that happen?
Another shell struck outside, somewhere nearby and Tosh's panic returned. They had to make it back to their own time, and the only way for that to happen would be for her to get a message to the team in 2007, providing them the equations they needed to open the rift. That in itself was a dangerous proposition. Jack told them never to mess with the rift, but now their timelines depended on it.
A hand grabbed hers and squeezed it. She turned, about to admit to Jack that she was frightened. Except it wasn't Jack, but another young soldier who could clearly see her internalising her fears. They'd be safe down here, in the shelter. The bombing couldn't last forever.
Tosh was properly scared when she heard the first explosion outside. It rattled the walls of the shelter and sent down little showers of mortar and dust. Some of the women gave little yelps, but most just brushed the fallen dust from their dresses.
How strange, Tosh thought, observing their nonchalant attitude. She'd faced all kinds of terrible things in her line of work and not been scared, but having bombs falling from the sky, trapped in a time that wasn't hers, had her heart going a million miles an hour amongst a bevy of other people who found this relatively commonplace.
She swallowed hard and looked back over her shoulder searching for Jack's familiar face. She found it and he gave her a reassuring half smile. They'd be okay, it said. Cardiff had been bombed throughout the war but there had only been a few casualties. He'd know better than anyone if there'd been a mass killing of dancehall soldiers and their dancing partners. Then again, what if their presence here was affecting the timeline? Could that happen?
Another shell struck outside, somewhere nearby and Tosh's panic returned. They had to make it back to their own time, and the only way for that to happen would be for her to get a message to the team in 2007, providing them the equations they needed to open the rift. That in itself was a dangerous proposition. Jack told them never to mess with the rift, but now their timelines depended on it.
A hand grabbed hers and squeezed it. She turned, about to admit to Jack that she was frightened. Except it wasn't Jack, but another young soldier who could clearly see her internalising her fears. They'd be safe down here, in the shelter. The bombing couldn't last forever.
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Date: 2023-07-08 11:56 am (UTC)Poor Tosh, it must be terrifying for her, but she'll be okay even if she doesn't know it.