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Mailbox for Tosh -
[for Mark - backdated]
Her conversation with Maureen had bothered her more than Tosh liked to admit. The other woman seemed jealous, and rather proprietary over Mark, and Tosh wasn't sure she could blame her. They had been together for quite some time, only it seemed to Tosh that she only remembered how much she did care about Mark when someone else was involved ( Read more... ) -
[for Mark and Jack]
The ball had been wonderful. Tosh had been surprised by Owen's willingness to keep Jackson overnight, but wasn't about to not take advantage of it when offered. And take advantage she had, having a bit more to drink than she was used to. They'd danced even, though she'd had to convince Mark to do it, his hand clasped tight in hers ( Read more... ) -
[for Ianto]
Disappearances were never an easy thing to take, less so when they were someone close. Someone that had become both friend and family. There just seemed to be too much of it. Abby losing Eostre, Bridget and Dixon going, and now Ray ( Read more... ) -
[for Roger]
She hadn't actually thought this through after the part where she found Roger and said thank you to him. Very few of their conversations had ended what Tosh would call well, but still, she felt that she should try. She was dating his best friend after all.
"Roger?" She tapped on the door frame, calling his name softly, "it's Tosh." -
[for Keith - IPD]
When Tosh and Mark had woken up that morning, Mark's bruises were worse. It didn't help that his skin was so pale, but seeing the edges of them spread and discolour, and the marks over his kidneys, she couldn't not report this, even if he simply wanted it left alone ( Read more... ) -
[for Mark- Post fight]
It had been a mostly good day for both Jackson and Tosh. They'd napped for a bit after Owen had dropped him off, and spent some time down at the beach, and visited with Banon and Charlie. If anything, she'd tired her son out a bit too much. He was cranky enough that it seemed it, fighting sleep with every ounce of his will. She'd hoped to make ( Read more... ) -
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State of the Pups time is it? Wow, it is.
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[for Ray]
It felt to Tosh like she was coasting. Doing what it took to get through each day, waiting for the next one and the next. So far she'd managed to avoid really talking about things with anyone but Gwen and Ianto. Not even Jack had heard all of it from her. It wasn't any sort of skillful avoidance, simply a refusal to talk of things. Changing the ( Read more... )