Double Drabble: Chaos
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badly_knittedTitle: Chaos
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Tosh, Gwen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 895: Future, at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: After End of Days.
Summary: Ianto was only out for an hour or so.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto arrived back at the Hub after a supermarket run to find Tosh alone, working busily at her computers. That wasn’t so unusual at present, not since Jack had scarpered without a word to anyone, leaving the rest of the team to fend for themselves and keep Torchwood running.
“Where is everyone?” he asked as he headed for the kitchenette, arms laden with bags full of life’s essentials. “Something happen while I was out?”
“Rift alert. Owen went to find whatever it is that came through.”
“Just Owen?” Even now, they usually tried, at least during the day, to handle Rift alerts in pairs, just in case it was something dangerous.
“I’m monitoring him from here,” Tosh said. “He said I should stay off my feet for a few days.” Tosh had injured her ankle the day before.
“And Gwen?”
“Archives.” Tosh threw an apologetic look Ianto’s way. “Sorry. I tried to stop her.”
With a groan, Ianto headed downstairs, to be confronted with paperwork scattered all over the floor.
“Oh, Ianto, I was looking for the reports on that Mixxie thing from last week.”
“Myxxaloor, and I haven’t filed them yet. In future, if you need something, ask me!”
The End
“Where is everyone?” he asked as he headed for the kitchenette, arms laden with bags full of life’s essentials. “Something happen while I was out?”
“Rift alert. Owen went to find whatever it is that came through.”
“Just Owen?” Even now, they usually tried, at least during the day, to handle Rift alerts in pairs, just in case it was something dangerous.
“I’m monitoring him from here,” Tosh said. “He said I should stay off my feet for a few days.” Tosh had injured her ankle the day before.
“And Gwen?”
“Archives.” Tosh threw an apologetic look Ianto’s way. “Sorry. I tried to stop her.”
With a groan, Ianto headed downstairs, to be confronted with paperwork scattered all over the floor.
“Oh, Ianto, I was looking for the reports on that Mixxie thing from last week.”
“Myxxaloor, and I haven’t filed them yet. In future, if you need something, ask me!”
The End
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Date: 2025-12-14 08:53 pm (UTC)Thank you!