Double Drabble: Indecision
Title: Indecision
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 534: Compulsion at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Cleanup is part of Ianto’s job, but sometimes there’s a question of what exactly he needs to clean up.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto looked around at the mess and fought down the compulsion to start tidying up. This wasn’t his home so under normal circumstances any tidying should probably be left to the woman who lived here; the only problem was, he had no way of knowing whether the owner of the house was normally a tidy person or a slob.
It she was usually house-proud and the mess had been caused by the alien creature Torchwood had just rounded up, then her memory of events might be triggered if she saw the place looking like a whirlwind had just ripped through it. If, on the other hand, she was usually this messy then any attempt he made to put things straight might undo the Retcon’s effectiveness.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, coming up behind Ianto.
“I don’t know whether I should tidy up or not. How am I supposed to know whether or not this is the way she normally lives? I hate when aliens get into people’s houses. It makes cleanup so complicated.”
“Tidy the worst of it,” Jack said. “I’ll suggest to her that a stray cat got in and went berserk before she managed to chase it out again.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 534: Compulsion at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Cleanup is part of Ianto’s job, but sometimes there’s a question of what exactly he needs to clean up.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto looked around at the mess and fought down the compulsion to start tidying up. This wasn’t his home so under normal circumstances any tidying should probably be left to the woman who lived here; the only problem was, he had no way of knowing whether the owner of the house was normally a tidy person or a slob.
It she was usually house-proud and the mess had been caused by the alien creature Torchwood had just rounded up, then her memory of events might be triggered if she saw the place looking like a whirlwind had just ripped through it. If, on the other hand, she was usually this messy then any attempt he made to put things straight might undo the Retcon’s effectiveness.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, coming up behind Ianto.
“I don’t know whether I should tidy up or not. How am I supposed to know whether or not this is the way she normally lives? I hate when aliens get into people’s houses. It makes cleanup so complicated.”
“Tidy the worst of it,” Jack said. “I’ll suggest to her that a stray cat got in and went berserk before she managed to chase it out again.”
The End