Double Drabble: Watchers
Title: Watchers
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Archive Monsters.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 528: Lurk at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto knows the archive monsters are watching him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
They lurk in the shadows, mostly in the lower levels where even Ianto seldom goes, but also in the archives. Ianto knows when they’re around, it’s like he can sense them somehow, no matter how silent and unobtrusive they are. Perhaps they want him to be aware of their presence.
He’s sure they could move unseen and unheard if they chose; perhaps they do, they might always be watching without any of the team being aware of their scrutiny. It doesn’t matter; if they meant harm to him, or to any of the team, they would surely have acted by now. They never have, not in the century or more that Jack’s been here.
Ianto gets the impression they’re far more intelligent than humans, more highly evolved, and technologically superior. Once in a while he’ll find an object on his desk, something the mysterious aliens feel has been wrongly classified. Sometimes there’ll be a new label beside it, the correct identification written in Galactic Standard. Other times, the item will be in pieces, a dangerous artefact made safe. He thanks them each time, sure they’re watching to see what he’ll do.
He hopes he’s making a good impression on them.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Archive Monsters.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 528: Lurk at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto knows the archive monsters are watching him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
They lurk in the shadows, mostly in the lower levels where even Ianto seldom goes, but also in the archives. Ianto knows when they’re around, it’s like he can sense them somehow, no matter how silent and unobtrusive they are. Perhaps they want him to be aware of their presence.
He’s sure they could move unseen and unheard if they chose; perhaps they do, they might always be watching without any of the team being aware of their scrutiny. It doesn’t matter; if they meant harm to him, or to any of the team, they would surely have acted by now. They never have, not in the century or more that Jack’s been here.
Ianto gets the impression they’re far more intelligent than humans, more highly evolved, and technologically superior. Once in a while he’ll find an object on his desk, something the mysterious aliens feel has been wrongly classified. Sometimes there’ll be a new label beside it, the correct identification written in Galactic Standard. Other times, the item will be in pieces, a dangerous artefact made safe. He thanks them each time, sure they’re watching to see what he’ll do.
He hopes he’s making a good impression on them.
The End