Written For: Challenge 570: Space at tw100.
Spoilers: Greeks Bearing Gifts.
Summary: Tosh’s new flat is so much bigger than her little house.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Tosh had been happy in her little terraced house; it had been cosily comforting in its compactness, but it was quite a way from the Hub and while she could drive to work or take the bus, in an emergency the distance could be a problem.
Still, it was her home, the first place she’d really felt she could stamp her own personality on, and so she’d clung to it despite the downsides.
After that, the little house had been too full of memories, the good moments in their short relationship, and all the terrible things the pendant had made her see. Sometimes she thought she could still smell Mary’s cigarette smoke, so she’d decided to move.
The flat she’d found was much closer to the Hub, with huge windows that let in more daylight than she was used to, but what on earth was she going to do with so much extra space? The rooms were twice the size of those in her house, and her furniture looked completely wrong, too small and too sparse.
“There’s only one thing for it,” she realised. “Shopping spree.”
New furniture for her new flat; why not? She could afford it.