Challenge 861 - Substitute
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m_findlowTitle: Substitute
Character: Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 861 - Incognito at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Tosh can't believe Owen has talked her into this. A double drabble.
Tosh was so annoyed. Owen was going to owe her big time for this.
'Big time,' she repeated out loud, trying desperately to find a park in a city that was ideologically opposed to cars. God, was that a spot? She pulled in without worrying about whether her park was perfect, jogging across the concrete in her heels.
Five am start to get to London on time and she was still running late. Not to mention having to call Jack and lie about feeling unwell. Owen was the one that should have been calling Jack, admitting he was hungover, but no. Now Tosh was covering for him.
She jostled through various corridors, looking for the laboratories, almost breaking an ankle as she skidded around the corner, finally finding the place. She'd made it.
She tugged on a white lab coat and frowned down at herself. Who was she kidding trying to pretend she was a doctor? If anyone found out she was a plant… They'd probably take her to MI-5 and lock her up. She'd already been incarcerated once. She wasn't about to go through that again.
Bloody, sodding, hungover Owen Harper! This was all going to end in tears.
Tosh was so annoyed. Owen was going to owe her big time for this.
'Big time,' she repeated out loud, trying desperately to find a park in a city that was ideologically opposed to cars. God, was that a spot? She pulled in without worrying about whether her park was perfect, jogging across the concrete in her heels.
Five am start to get to London on time and she was still running late. Not to mention having to call Jack and lie about feeling unwell. Owen was the one that should have been calling Jack, admitting he was hungover, but no. Now Tosh was covering for him.
She jostled through various corridors, looking for the laboratories, almost breaking an ankle as she skidded around the corner, finally finding the place. She'd made it.
She tugged on a white lab coat and frowned down at herself. Who was she kidding trying to pretend she was a doctor? If anyone found out she was a plant… They'd probably take her to MI-5 and lock her up. She'd already been incarcerated once. She wasn't about to go through that again.
Bloody, sodding, hungover Owen Harper! This was all going to end in tears.
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Date: 2025-04-20 11:25 am (UTC)