Double Drabble: Ultimatum
Title: Ultimatum
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Tosh, Owen, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 542: Replace at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto has had his fill of the team making more work for him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto looked at the mess, hands on hips, and growled at the back of his throat. Okay, enough was enough; he’d put up with this far too long already. He stalked back upstairs, simmering silently, and went to join the rest of the team in the boardroom for breakfast and the morning meeting.
There wasn’t much to go over today; an update from Tosh on one of her current projects, and Owen’s latest findings on a new alien they had in the cells. When that was over, Jack looked around at his team.
“Anyone else got anything to discuss?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” Ianto glared at his colleagues. “Any time one of you wants something from the archives, you help yourselves and then dump it anywhere when you return it, if you even bother to. I’ve had enough; I spend half my time re-shelving things in their proper places when I shouldn’t have to. So, since you can’t be trusted to replace things where you got them from, the archives are now off-limits. If you want something, you ask, and when you’re finished with it, you return it to me. Understood?”
Everyone looked guilty. “Yes, Ianto.”
“Good.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Tosh, Owen, Team.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 542: Replace at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto has had his fill of the team making more work for him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto looked at the mess, hands on hips, and growled at the back of his throat. Okay, enough was enough; he’d put up with this far too long already. He stalked back upstairs, simmering silently, and went to join the rest of the team in the boardroom for breakfast and the morning meeting.
There wasn’t much to go over today; an update from Tosh on one of her current projects, and Owen’s latest findings on a new alien they had in the cells. When that was over, Jack looked around at his team.
“Anyone else got anything to discuss?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” Ianto glared at his colleagues. “Any time one of you wants something from the archives, you help yourselves and then dump it anywhere when you return it, if you even bother to. I’ve had enough; I spend half my time re-shelving things in their proper places when I shouldn’t have to. So, since you can’t be trusted to replace things where you got them from, the archives are now off-limits. If you want something, you ask, and when you’re finished with it, you return it to me. Understood?”
Everyone looked guilty. “Yes, Ianto.”
“Good.”
The End