Characters: Tosh, Ianto.
Written For: Challenge 617: Sense at tw100.
Summary: Tosh is worn out but she won’t give up.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Tosh pulled her glasses off and rubbed at tired and aching eyes. She’d been staring at her computer screens for so long that the code scrolling slowly down them was little more than an incoherent blur.
“It doesn’t make sense!”
“Maybe you should take a break, get some rest. You’re too exhausted to see straight.” Ianto set a cup of tea within easy reach.
“I have to fix this, Ianto!!
“And you will, but not by running yourself into the ground. Drink your tea and then get some sleep. The problem isn’t going anywhere.”
“Neither are we!”
“There are worse things than being stuck in the Hub for a few days.”
“Try telling Owen that.”
Torchwood’s medic had been complaining almost non-stop since they’d become trapped in the Hub. Despite all Tosh’s hard work, she had yet to figure out what had gone wrong. There had to be a glitch somewhere in the code for the security systems upgrades she installed earlier, preventing the lockdown from being lifted, but she couldn’t find it.
“Owen complains about everything; you know that. Don’t let him get to you.”
“I’ll try not to.” Sighing, Tosh began to comb through the code once more.