Double Drabble: Uncharted
Title: Uncharted
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 530: Maze at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Torchwood’s subterranean levels are like a maze.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Torchwood’s lower levels were a veritable maze. The cells took up pehaps an eighth of the available space and the archives only a little more than a quarter. Then there was the morgue, mainframe’s chamber, the generator and furnace rooms, a few other rooms used for equipment storage, and a medical suite, but even taken all together they accounted for no more than half of the underground complex.
There was no sense of order to the levels and the chambers within them; as far as Ianto could tell, they hadn’t been planned so much as their layout dictated by where the rock was soft enough to be excavated.
Blueprints only existed for the cells and the top few levels; everything else was undocumented until Ianto came along, looking for somewhere to hide Lisa. That was when he’d begun the mammoth task of mapping the Hub in its entirety. It was a job he still hadn’t finished; maybe he never would.
The further down he went, the fewer signs there were of human construction and the more cautious he became. There were no lights beyond a certain point, but he knew there was life, and the Archive Monsters valued their privacy.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 530: Maze at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Torchwood’s subterranean levels are like a maze.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Torchwood’s lower levels were a veritable maze. The cells took up pehaps an eighth of the available space and the archives only a little more than a quarter. Then there was the morgue, mainframe’s chamber, the generator and furnace rooms, a few other rooms used for equipment storage, and a medical suite, but even taken all together they accounted for no more than half of the underground complex.
There was no sense of order to the levels and the chambers within them; as far as Ianto could tell, they hadn’t been planned so much as their layout dictated by where the rock was soft enough to be excavated.
Blueprints only existed for the cells and the top few levels; everything else was undocumented until Ianto came along, looking for somewhere to hide Lisa. That was when he’d begun the mammoth task of mapping the Hub in its entirety. It was a job he still hadn’t finished; maybe he never would.
The further down he went, the fewer signs there were of human construction and the more cautious he became. There were no lights beyond a certain point, but he knew there was life, and the Archive Monsters valued their privacy.
The End