Double Drabble: Learning Curve
Title: Learning Curve
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, TARDIS, mentions Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 588: Negotiation at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is gradually finding his way out in the universe.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in my ‘Through Time and Space’ ‘Verse.
Being out in space, more or less by himself, Ianto quickly realised how unprepared he was for dealing with other races. Still, at least he’d already had some small familiarity with the wide variety of intelligent beings that existed on other worlds, so it hadn’t been quite such a shock when he and his TARDIS had arrived on that first space station. Thanks to her he hadn’t caused offence or made a fool of himself, but he’d still felt very much out of his depth.
He was learning though; his TARDIS was a fount of knowledge on each of the different races he’d so far encountered; their cultures, mannerisms, and the proper forms of address. She told him how to behave, and he followed her instructions to the letter.
Oddly, he found himself much more at home around the people who frequented the shadier marketplaces than amongst the ship captains and legitimate traders. Negotiating for goods or information was an art he quickly became adept at. It seemed so much easier than making polite conversation with some pompous businessperson.
But he did sometimes wonder if, when he finally found the man he was searching for, Jack would even recognise him.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, TARDIS, mentions Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 588: Negotiation at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto is gradually finding his way out in the universe.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in my ‘Through Time and Space’ ‘Verse.
Being out in space, more or less by himself, Ianto quickly realised how unprepared he was for dealing with other races. Still, at least he’d already had some small familiarity with the wide variety of intelligent beings that existed on other worlds, so it hadn’t been quite such a shock when he and his TARDIS had arrived on that first space station. Thanks to her he hadn’t caused offence or made a fool of himself, but he’d still felt very much out of his depth.
He was learning though; his TARDIS was a fount of knowledge on each of the different races he’d so far encountered; their cultures, mannerisms, and the proper forms of address. She told him how to behave, and he followed her instructions to the letter.
Oddly, he found himself much more at home around the people who frequented the shadier marketplaces than amongst the ship captains and legitimate traders. Negotiating for goods or information was an art he quickly became adept at. It seemed so much easier than making polite conversation with some pompous businessperson.
But he did sometimes wonder if, when he finally found the man he was searching for, Jack would even recognise him.
The End