3 Tosh/Owen Kidfics for Febuwhump
Feb. 29th, 2024 03:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: knowing
Author:
jupiter2932
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: T
Word Count: 100
Characters: Owen/Tosh
Notes: Written for Febuwhump, day 19, "Please don't."
Summary: The problem with being a doctor is that, sometimes, you know things you'd rather not.
The problem with being a doctor is that, sometimes, you know things you'd rather not.
The life expectancy for someone with early-onset dementia, for example. Or the risk of complications for a woman expecting triplets in her late thirties.
They'd decided against IVF because of her age; if they didn't get pregnant naturally, they were planning on adoption.
But then there's a work thing, and she takes some fertility drugs to counteract an alien virus, and they maybe forget, and next thing an ultrasound tech says, wide-eyed, "It's triplets!"
"Oh my God," Tosh says.
Please don't die, he begs reflexively.
Title: promises you can't keep still count
Author:
jupiter2932
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Characters: Owen/Tosh
Notes: Written for Febuwhump, day 29, Not Allowed to Die
Summary: She doesn't tell him he's being ridiculous, which is kind of her.
She doesn't tell him he's being ridiculous, which is kind of her.
Because he knows he is, for all that he's not wrong about it.She'll be nearly forty by the time the triplets are born. Geriatric pregnancies are more common now, and they carry far less risk than they used to even ten years ago, but also most thirty-nine year olds aren't carrying triplets while working at government agencies that regularly fight off alien invasions.
"I'll be fine," she says when he finally tells her. "I promise."
"You'd better be," he says, and buries his face in her hair.
Title: the sound of drums
Author:
jupiter2932
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Characters: Owen/Tosh, original child characters
Notes: Written for Febuwhump, day 8: "Why won't it stop?"
Summary: Owen and Tosh know exactly who to blame for this: Captain Jack Harkness.
"I'm blaming you for this," Owen says, readjusting the cold compress over his forehead. "You're the one who said we should get her music lessons as an outlet."
"Pardon me, but which one of us told her about your time in a punk band? How much fun it was to rock out?" Even without looking, he can tell Tosh is doing the eyebrow thing.
Let it never be said he's let fourteen years of marriage go to waste.
There's a loud crash from the downstairs snug, and several irregular bangs.
"You know," Tosh says, once the latest outburst quiets down. "Jack was the one who bought them that Little Tykes drum set when they were toddlers. I'd say he's the one who gave her the idea. On a subconscious level."
Owen chances a peek out below the compress and squints. "You know I'm always happy to blame Jack, my love."
They share a smile—still special, after all these years—and Owen starts to lean up for a kiss—
—only to flop back down as, downstairs, Emily restarts the backing track and gives her drum solo another enthusiastic go.
"Sodding hell," Owen moans, low enough no one outside the room can hear.
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: T
Word Count: 100
Characters: Owen/Tosh
Notes: Written for Febuwhump, day 19, "Please don't."
Summary: The problem with being a doctor is that, sometimes, you know things you'd rather not.
The problem with being a doctor is that, sometimes, you know things you'd rather not.
The life expectancy for someone with early-onset dementia, for example. Or the risk of complications for a woman expecting triplets in her late thirties.
They'd decided against IVF because of her age; if they didn't get pregnant naturally, they were planning on adoption.
But then there's a work thing, and she takes some fertility drugs to counteract an alien virus, and they maybe forget, and next thing an ultrasound tech says, wide-eyed, "It's triplets!"
"Oh my God," Tosh says.
Please don't die, he begs reflexively.
Title: promises you can't keep still count
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Characters: Owen/Tosh
Notes: Written for Febuwhump, day 29, Not Allowed to Die
Summary: She doesn't tell him he's being ridiculous, which is kind of her.
She doesn't tell him he's being ridiculous, which is kind of her.
Because he knows he is, for all that he's not wrong about it.She'll be nearly forty by the time the triplets are born. Geriatric pregnancies are more common now, and they carry far less risk than they used to even ten years ago, but also most thirty-nine year olds aren't carrying triplets while working at government agencies that regularly fight off alien invasions.
"I'll be fine," she says when he finally tells her. "I promise."
"You'd better be," he says, and buries his face in her hair.
Title: the sound of drums
Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Characters: Owen/Tosh, original child characters
Notes: Written for Febuwhump, day 8: "Why won't it stop?"
Summary: Owen and Tosh know exactly who to blame for this: Captain Jack Harkness.
"I'm blaming you for this," Owen says, readjusting the cold compress over his forehead. "You're the one who said we should get her music lessons as an outlet."
"Pardon me, but which one of us told her about your time in a punk band? How much fun it was to rock out?" Even without looking, he can tell Tosh is doing the eyebrow thing.
Let it never be said he's let fourteen years of marriage go to waste.
There's a loud crash from the downstairs snug, and several irregular bangs.
"You know," Tosh says, once the latest outburst quiets down. "Jack was the one who bought them that Little Tykes drum set when they were toddlers. I'd say he's the one who gave her the idea. On a subconscious level."
Owen chances a peek out below the compress and squints. "You know I'm always happy to blame Jack, my love."
They share a smile—still special, after all these years—and Owen starts to lean up for a kiss—
—only to flop back down as, downstairs, Emily restarts the backing track and gives her drum solo another enthusiastic go.
"Sodding hell," Owen moans, low enough no one outside the room can hear.
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Date: 2024-02-29 10:14 pm (UTC)I have a feeling Jack will be in serious trouble when Owen and Tosh get hold of him!
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Date: 2024-02-29 10:28 pm (UTC)I imagine he'll be barred from non-Ianto-approved gifts to any kids for a while, probably :P
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Date: 2024-02-29 10:44 pm (UTC)Yes, probably!
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Date: 2024-02-29 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-02-29 10:58 pm (UTC)