A scientific adviser. That was what Jack had said they needed. Tosh hadn't wanted to phone UNIT, but he'd asked her to, and they really did need some help. Owen was a doctor, but there was only so much that he knew about the chemical compound of this new alien slime thing, and the computer had still been drawing a blank after she'd run twenty-seven different analysis programs.
One thing Tosh certainly hadn't expected was the beautiful blonde woman in the incredibly short lab coat who had swept into the hub the next day, with legs that practically went to the moon and back. Owen's jaw had just about hit his knees, and Jack had followed her around with puppyish tenacity, dropping charm and innuendo right, left and centre.
"Captain Harkness," Doctor Shaw said eventually, in a voice made of equal parts ice and honey. "I was under the impression that you needed scientific advice, not a sexual playmate. But as you're clearly as capable and highly intelligent as you keep making yourself out to be, I seem to be superfluous. In which case, I'll be on the next train back to Cambridge, and I'll let you get on with it."
Tosh had caught Gwen's eye and had to pretend to fix some cabling under her desk to mask her giggles.
Of course, they solved the whole mess in the end. Doctor Shaw had figured out a vastly complex formula for the substance needed for the slime's destruction and Tosh had located it using her favourite new tracking system, right before it completed its breeding cycle. The team had staggered off in various directions afterwards, mostly heading for hot showers to remove the leftover goo, but as Tosh turned to leave, a hand rested on her shoulder and that fantastic voice asked her if she wanted to go for a quick drink first.
And it turned out that Doctor Shaw didn't work for UNIT at all, really (which made Tosh feel a little better about having said yes so quickly), but as she had more degrees than should be physically possible, they liked to call her in to freelance from time to time. It had changed a lot since she had started with them in the 70s, she said.
The other thing Tosh hadn't expected when she'd made the phone call, was that the gorgeous and frankly brilliant Doctor Shaw - Liz - would be standing in her kitchen the following morning wearing nothing but one of Tosh's long sweaters, making tea and toast. And humming to herself.
She looked up, smiling as she realized Tosh was watching her, and came over to kiss her good morning. Tosh felt herself tense a little.
"What is it?" Liz looked kind, and a little sad, as though she'd been expecting this. "Second thoughts?"
Tosh shook her head. "No! No, it's not that." She wondered faintly if she sounded ridiculous and shut her eyes. "I... I don't have the best track record with, with this sort of thing. People I care about, they tend to, well, die."
Liz shook slightly against her, and Tosh opened her eyes to see her laughing. "I've survived far worse than you in my time, Toshiko," she said gently.
Tosh let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and reached up to capture Liz's mouth. Seconds or hours passed.
"That's the toast burning."
This time, maybe this time, things might just turn out alright.
Requests: Four/Sarah Jane/Harry, Four/Leela, Leela/Sarah Jane
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Liz/Tosh
Date: 2008-05-23 08:29 pm (UTC)One thing Tosh certainly hadn't expected was the beautiful blonde woman in the incredibly short lab coat who had swept into the hub the next day, with legs that practically went to the moon and back. Owen's jaw had just about hit his knees, and Jack had followed her around with puppyish tenacity, dropping charm and innuendo right, left and centre.
"Captain Harkness," Doctor Shaw said eventually, in a voice made of equal parts ice and honey. "I was under the impression that you needed scientific advice, not a sexual playmate. But as you're clearly as capable and highly intelligent as you keep making yourself out to be, I seem to be superfluous. In which case, I'll be on the next train back to Cambridge, and I'll let you get on with it."
Tosh had caught Gwen's eye and had to pretend to fix some cabling under her desk to mask her giggles.
Of course, they solved the whole mess in the end. Doctor Shaw had figured out a vastly complex formula for the substance needed for the slime's destruction and Tosh had located it using her favourite new tracking system, right before it completed its breeding cycle. The team had staggered off in various directions afterwards, mostly heading for hot showers to remove the leftover goo, but as Tosh turned to leave, a hand rested on her shoulder and that fantastic voice asked her if she wanted to go for a quick drink first.
And it turned out that Doctor Shaw didn't work for UNIT at all, really (which made Tosh feel a little better about having said yes so quickly), but as she had more degrees than should be physically possible, they liked to call her in to freelance from time to time. It had changed a lot since she had started with them in the 70s, she said.
The other thing Tosh hadn't expected when she'd made the phone call, was that the gorgeous and frankly brilliant Doctor Shaw - Liz - would be standing in her kitchen the following morning wearing nothing but one of Tosh's long sweaters, making tea and toast. And humming to herself.
She looked up, smiling as she realized Tosh was watching her, and came over to kiss her good morning. Tosh felt herself tense a little.
"What is it?" Liz looked kind, and a little sad, as though she'd been expecting this. "Second thoughts?"
Tosh shook her head. "No! No, it's not that." She wondered faintly if she sounded ridiculous and shut her eyes. "I... I don't have the best track record with, with this sort of thing. People I care about, they tend to, well, die."
Liz shook slightly against her, and Tosh opened her eyes to see her laughing. "I've survived far worse than you in my time, Toshiko," she said gently.
Tosh let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and reached up to capture Liz's mouth. Seconds or hours passed.
"That's the toast burning."
This time, maybe this time, things might just turn out alright.
Requests: Four/Sarah Jane/Harry, Four/Leela, Leela/Sarah Jane