Double Drabble: Unsuitable
Title: Unsuitable
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, OFC.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 551: Regret at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Some people simply aren’t suitable candidates to work for Torchwood.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in the future.
Ianto tapped away at the keys to his computer; he hated this part of the job as much as Jack did, but someone had to be the one to shatter an innocent person’s hopes and dreams, and he was more… tactful than Jack would have been.
‘Dear Miss Molesley, I regret to inform you that your application to join the Torchwood Institute was unsuccessful as you do not meet our stringent employment criteria,’ he typed. And he was regretful; she’d been quite charming, but she was also a walking disaster area. Before lunch on the first day of Torchwood’s latest recruitment drive, she’d managed to almost kill Jack and put two of her group of potential candidates in hospital.
In olden days, she would have been immediately Retconned, never to remember anything about Torchwood or her ill-fated attempt to gain employment there. But that had been years ago, before Torchwood and aliens had become public knowledge. Nowadays, everyone knew of the Torchwood Institute, and anyone could apply to join, hence the rejection letters.
As sweet as Miss Molesley was, she was eighty-two and had bad eyesight. With the best will in the world, she’d never make a good Torchwood operative.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, OFC.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 551: Regret at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Some people simply aren’t suitable candidates to work for Torchwood.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in the future.
Ianto tapped away at the keys to his computer; he hated this part of the job as much as Jack did, but someone had to be the one to shatter an innocent person’s hopes and dreams, and he was more… tactful than Jack would have been.
‘Dear Miss Molesley, I regret to inform you that your application to join the Torchwood Institute was unsuccessful as you do not meet our stringent employment criteria,’ he typed. And he was regretful; she’d been quite charming, but she was also a walking disaster area. Before lunch on the first day of Torchwood’s latest recruitment drive, she’d managed to almost kill Jack and put two of her group of potential candidates in hospital.
In olden days, she would have been immediately Retconned, never to remember anything about Torchwood or her ill-fated attempt to gain employment there. But that had been years ago, before Torchwood and aliens had become public knowledge. Nowadays, everyone knew of the Torchwood Institute, and anyone could apply to join, hence the rejection letters.
As sweet as Miss Molesley was, she was eighty-two and had bad eyesight. With the best will in the world, she’d never make a good Torchwood operative.
The End