A/N: Ianto/Tosh, prompt of '...is on your side'. Written in eight minutes, live, while talking to counterfeitcoin. :D
Ianto was sitting in the living room, watching the television with the sound all the way down. Tosh leaned against the doorway, watching Ianto.
"You should be asleep," she said softly; when he didn't move, she walked over to the couch, sitting down next to him. "What are you watching?"
Ianto didn't say anything, just leaned against her. Tosh turned her attention to the screen, a freeze frame of grainy security footage on one half of the screen, a police sketch on the other. The scene changed, and a man with glasses and a crooked tie was speaking silently. A list appeared to his right, bulleted points describing how many dead and how many wounded, where and when and how.
"What exactly are we protecting again?" Ianto asked suddenly.
Tosh bit her lip, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand.
"Each other," she nodded after a moment.
Ianto looked at her. Without another word, he reached over with his free hand, grabbing the remote and leveling it at the TV.
His lips found hers as the room plunged into darkness.