Double Drabble: Sanctuary
Title: Sanctuary
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 521: Untidy at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The archives are a mess, but Ianto finds sorting them out quite therapeutic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
After Ianto had wormed his way into a job with Torchwood Three, Jack had put him in charge of the archives, telling him it was a bit untidy down there but that it would give him something useful to do. Ianto had taken one look, and if it hadn’t been for Lisa, probably would have quit there and then. A bit untidy? The place looked more like a rubbish tip than a storage area for alien artefacts.
Jack was right about one thing though, it did give him something useful to do, along with a perfectly plausible reason for spending a lot of time in the lower levels of the Hub. Ianto could hardly have arranged things better if he’d planned it.
What he hadn’t expected was that he’d come to love working down there, creating order out of total chaos, and that the archives would come to be a kind of sanctuary for him. It was curiously calming to take a room piled with junk and go through it all piece-by-piece, cataloguing, identifying where possible, and labelling all the sundry items, then arranging them tidily on the shelves, each in its proper place.
Through everything, it kept him sane.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 521: Untidy at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The archives are a mess, but Ianto finds sorting them out quite therapeutic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
After Ianto had wormed his way into a job with Torchwood Three, Jack had put him in charge of the archives, telling him it was a bit untidy down there but that it would give him something useful to do. Ianto had taken one look, and if it hadn’t been for Lisa, probably would have quit there and then. A bit untidy? The place looked more like a rubbish tip than a storage area for alien artefacts.
Jack was right about one thing though, it did give him something useful to do, along with a perfectly plausible reason for spending a lot of time in the lower levels of the Hub. Ianto could hardly have arranged things better if he’d planned it.
What he hadn’t expected was that he’d come to love working down there, creating order out of total chaos, and that the archives would come to be a kind of sanctuary for him. It was curiously calming to take a room piled with junk and go through it all piece-by-piece, cataloguing, identifying where possible, and labelling all the sundry items, then arranging them tidily on the shelves, each in its proper place.
Through everything, it kept him sane.
The End