The Pain of Stains
Title: The Pain of Stains
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Stuart (OC)
Words: 235
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood.
AN: From the "outsider's view of Torchwood" prompt series from emyrldlady "Ianto's dry-cleaner"
AN 2: Thanks to blu04 for the once over.
As the door closed behind Mr Jones, Stuart looked down at the bag left in his hands and sighed.
Mr Jones was a great customer in many ways, well, in the sheer volume of business sort of way, but a nightmare in others.
He had fantastic taste in clothes, there was no doubt about that. Expensive suits with sleek lines and good cloth.
But the stains. Oh, Lord in heaven, the stains.
Some were sticky, some were lumpy, some smelt so bad even his chemicals didn’t mask it. And the blood. Always blood. Stuart sometimes wondered how Mr Jones was still standing. Or maybe isn’t wasn’t his blood...
At first it had been almost exciting. Having been a dry-cleaner all his life it was nice to have a new challenge. Once you’ve managed to work out a way to get chewing gum out of suede, you rather think there is nowhere left to go, but Mr Jones had changed that.
However, the novelty had worn thin and now Stuart’s heart dropped a little every time the bell over the door announced the young man’s presence.
Stuart sighed again and headed out to the back. May as well get it over with, he thought, and count himself lucky that Mr Jones hadn’t brought that old military coat in with him again.
And those idiots in the Plass still thought it was all a secret.
Bloody Torchwood.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Stuart (OC)
Words: 235
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood.
AN: From the "outsider's view of Torchwood" prompt series from emyrldlady "Ianto's dry-cleaner"
AN 2: Thanks to blu04 for the once over.
As the door closed behind Mr Jones, Stuart looked down at the bag left in his hands and sighed.
Mr Jones was a great customer in many ways, well, in the sheer volume of business sort of way, but a nightmare in others.
He had fantastic taste in clothes, there was no doubt about that. Expensive suits with sleek lines and good cloth.
But the stains. Oh, Lord in heaven, the stains.
Some were sticky, some were lumpy, some smelt so bad even his chemicals didn’t mask it. And the blood. Always blood. Stuart sometimes wondered how Mr Jones was still standing. Or maybe isn’t wasn’t his blood...
At first it had been almost exciting. Having been a dry-cleaner all his life it was nice to have a new challenge. Once you’ve managed to work out a way to get chewing gum out of suede, you rather think there is nowhere left to go, but Mr Jones had changed that.
However, the novelty had worn thin and now Stuart’s heart dropped a little every time the bell over the door announced the young man’s presence.
Stuart sighed again and headed out to the back. May as well get it over with, he thought, and count himself lucky that Mr Jones hadn’t brought that old military coat in with him again.
And those idiots in the Plass still thought it was all a secret.
Bloody Torchwood.