Title: A Curse and a Blessing (I don't like this title!)

Rating: T

Summary: Tosh's worst nightmare happens, and brings her to Owen.

Pairings: Jack/Ianto, suggested Owen/Tosh

Disclaimer: I don't own Torcwhood.

Author's Note: Due to my impending HSC, it'll most likely just be one-shots from me for a while.

A Curse and a Blessing

It was an ordinary day in the Torchwood hub. Owen was doing an autopsy on a suspicious looking death. Gwen was preparing a report. Jack and Ianto were shagging in Jack's office.

And Toshiko was on the computer.

Computers were Toshiko's life. She just understood them and the way they worked. She loved to manipulate them, hack into them, make them do what she wanted. They were her best friends, and she wasn't afraid to say so.

"Aargghh!!"

So when she suddenly fell over in pain, it was only natural that she suspected alien involvement.

"And were you doing anything different today than you normally would?" questioned Owen as he examined Tosh.

"No!" exclaimed Tosh, the pain in her wrist almost bringing tears to her eyes. "I was just carrying out my normal routine."

"Right," said Owen. "Which would be staring at and working at a computer screen for hours at a time."

"Well… yes," admitted Tosh. "Something that – may I remind you – I have never had a problem with before. I've got a theory that there's an alien virus or something that makes you allergic to the things you're most comfortable with. Or maybe an alien itself? Could an alien have gotten in here and…?"

"Messed up the computer?" said Owen sarcastically. "Must have been a pretty nerdy alien. And could you go through your symptoms again?" Tosh rolled her eyes.

"My wrists are cramped," she stated. "My eyes are strained. I've got a headache."

"You've got more than just a headache, darling," said Owen. "You've got RSI." Tosh's eyes widened.

"Repetitive Strain Injury?!" she spluttered. "But I can't have it! I've been working with computers for years now!"

"Hence the word 'repetitive'," said Owen. "Face it Tosh. Whenever you're not doing field work, you're inside all day, working on the computer. If you're not scanning the screen for reports, you're typing up reports, doing searches, hacking into other people's systems…"

"Okay, I get it," interrupted Tosh. "But what am I going to do now?"

"You need to rest," said Owen. "Spend a lot of time away from the computer. And once you do get back on, you need to limit your time on there. A couple of hours a day at most."

"But…" began Tosh.

"And we need to make sure your working environment is ergonomically sound," continued Owen. "We need to work on distance to the screen, lighting, posture, etc."

"Since when did you become such an expert?" enquired Tosh.

"It's all part of the job," said Owen simply. Tosh looked at him suspiciously.

"Oh all right," he said. "I looked into RSI a while ago, coz I was worried about you."

"Why didn't you say anything?" asked Tosh.

"Well, I didn't want to be ordering you about," said Owen. "I knew you'd ignore me anyway."

"No I wouldn't," said Tosh softly. Owen raised an eyebrow, and neither person spoke for a few moments. Finally Tosh broke the silence.

"Typical – I work with dangerous extra-terrestrials every day, and I get injured by working too much on the computer," she said. Owen laughed.

"It's just as well – I wouldn't want anything to happen to you," he said. Tosh looked up at him, a smile on her face.

"Thank you," she said. "For everything." She leaned towards Owen and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She then walked out of his office and back into the main room. Meanwhile, Owen's hand slowly made its way to his cheek.

"That's what I'm here for," he said.

The End

This was originally just meant to be about Tosh getting RSI, but I've developed a bit of a soft spot for Owen/Tosh. Please review.