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empressnan wanted # 9, post a passage from a WIP.

Tosh might not have spent much time hiding in cupboards, but she’d certainly spent enough time crawling through air ducts and maintenance tubes in her time with both UNIT and the Doctor. It was never any easier on the knees, no matter how much practice one had at it, she thought ruefully. Though she did have to admit that the view of Owen’s backside in front of her was rather nice. She sighed. What was she going to do about him?

It was clear to her he was smitten. But what was she supposed to do about that? Yes, he was an attractive man, but so was Mickey. So was Jake. So was Ianto. That didn’t mean she was ready to start a relationship with him. Of course it wasn’t Mickey or Jake or Ianto that had kissed her, was it? It had been Owen and he had done it well. Very well.

Getting involved with him would be a major mistake on her part and she knew it. He had a kid and he had other things that would tie him to one location. She wasn’t ready to be tied to one location for more than a year. She certainly wasn’t ready to take on the role of girlfriend or eventual step-mother to Kathlyn if things went well.

She didn’t really want to think about what would happen if the Doctor stranded her on Earth and he ran off with Rose instead. But would he? Would the Doctor love Rose the way John Smith loved Rose? Or would he run from what that all too human relationship represented to him? And if he didn’t, was there room for two women on the TARDIS? Not physical room, of course, but emotional room.

She didn’t want to lose her spot with the Doctor, but she wouldn’t fight Rose for it. She knew that much. She’d go travel on her own, stuck on Earth, but with still so much she’d never seen. But then what? Back to work for UNIT or Torchwood? Stay in London? Move back to Cardiff so she could keep an eye on her family? Date Owen? A girl could go mad thinking like that.

A year ago she’d had only two choices, stay at UNIT and be prosecuted for blowing up Downing Street and injuring the Prime Minister or run away with the Doctor. Normally she pondered things for weeks, weighed the odds, and logically and analytically made her decisions. There had been none of that when the Doctor had asked her to come with him. It had been such an easy decision. She had a feeling her time for easy decisions had long since passed.