Torchwood: Fanfic: Single serve

[m_findlow]

Title: Single serve
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Tosh
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 519 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for m_findlow's prompt "Any, any, dinner for one" at fic_promptly
Summary: Tosh is convinced she'll always be alone at night

Tosh stared mindlessly at the microwave as the plate inside spun around, heating up what could only be described as something that didn't resemble the picture on the box. She would have been better to go out and get takeaway, but that entailed standing at a counter, ordering just enough food for one, and advertising to the world that she'd be eating alone tonight.

It was pathetic she decided, taking out the container and stabbing it with a fork, much more forcefully than was strictly required, taking out her frustrations on it. She stood there for a moment, considering her options. Should she take it to the table, load it onto a plate and try and make it look like a proper meal, or should she take it out to the living room, curl up on the sofa and find some soppy Saturday night chick flick to watch whilst she mourned her own lack of a love life, or should she just forget the whole thing and eat it right there in the kitchen, pretending it was sustenance and nothing more.

Letting the steam rise off the surface, she waited for it to cool slightly, all the while imagining the rest of the team. Gwen and Rhys would be out for dinner at a nice restaurant, talking and laughing about work gossip over glasses of wine. They'd head out afterward, maybe a club or maybe a movie, and stumble home to bed in the wee hours, knowing they could sleep in on Sunday morning.

Jack and Ianto would be at home, slaving away in their kitchen to prepare a real home cooked meal, enjoying the time together as much as the cooking itself. They'd spend a quiet night in, maybe watch some TV or play board games, and then retire to bed where they'd stay for the rest of the evening, just enjoying one another.

Not Tosh, though. She'd be here in her flat, all alone, eating microwave meals and re-reading the same collection of well-worn novels for something to pass the time. That or she might just get her laptop out and start working on something. She wasn't getting paid for it, and no one would probably ever acknowledge all the extra hours, but what else was she going to do with her evening?

Her doorbell pinged unexpectedly, startling her. Surely the charity collectors and Jehovah's Witnesses didn't work Saturday nights. Opening the door, she found Owen standing there.

'Hi,' he said.

'Hi,' she replied.

'Um, wasn't sure what you were up to, but I brought a pizza,' he said, holding the box up.

'Oh.' She didn't know what else to say.

'If you've got plans, that's fine. I was just, er, passing through the neighborhood.'

'No. It's fine,' she quickly replied. 'I don't have anything special planned.'

'Oh, okay. Good.'

She opened the door fully to let him in, wondering why he looked so nervous all of a sudden. Owen usually just barged through anywhere. Whatever the reason for it, she supposed it didn't matter. At least it wouldn't be dinner for one tonight after all.

Comments

[bk_forever]

Who knows, Tosh, maybe the days of meals for one are coming to an end...