Double Drabble: Souvenirs
Title: Souvenirs
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, OFC.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 717: Scale at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Down in the archives, Ianto keeps mementos from some of the aliens he’s met.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“You need an assistant,” Jack had said, suddenly and very unexpectedly, one day.
“I do?” Ianto had regarded his lover, one eyebrow cocked.
“Yes, and I should have done something about it months ago. You do more work than anyone else around here, and now you’re going out in the field you need someone to take care of cleaning and routine maintenance, maybe even be your apprentice in the archives.”
So here Ianto was, a month later, training his new assistant, poached from her previous job as a junior curator at a small science museum.
Emily Nelson was intelligent, full of curiosity, and gay; Jack’s idea because he didn’t want anyone working so closely with Ianto who might get ideas about their immediate superior.
“As you can see, the archives are quite extensive. There are separate sections for technology, weapons, artifacts, and organic items, all with multiple subsections. You’ll soon get used to the various classifications.”
“Impressive. What are these?” Emily pointed to a box of flat, elongated semi-circular objects that gleamed silver in the dim archive lighting.
Ianto smiled. “Dragon scales. Well, an alien very similar to a dragon, but without wings. Maybe she’ll return for a visit someday.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, OFC.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 717: Scale at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Down in the archives, Ianto keeps mementos from some of the aliens he’s met.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“You need an assistant,” Jack had said, suddenly and very unexpectedly, one day.
“I do?” Ianto had regarded his lover, one eyebrow cocked.
“Yes, and I should have done something about it months ago. You do more work than anyone else around here, and now you’re going out in the field you need someone to take care of cleaning and routine maintenance, maybe even be your apprentice in the archives.”
So here Ianto was, a month later, training his new assistant, poached from her previous job as a junior curator at a small science museum.
Emily Nelson was intelligent, full of curiosity, and gay; Jack’s idea because he didn’t want anyone working so closely with Ianto who might get ideas about their immediate superior.
“As you can see, the archives are quite extensive. There are separate sections for technology, weapons, artifacts, and organic items, all with multiple subsections. You’ll soon get used to the various classifications.”
“Impressive. What are these?” Emily pointed to a box of flat, elongated semi-circular objects that gleamed silver in the dim archive lighting.
Ianto smiled. “Dragon scales. Well, an alien very similar to a dragon, but without wings. Maybe she’ll return for a visit someday.”
The End