Double Drabble: Long Way Down
Title: Long Way Down
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 761: Steep at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The Hub isn’t the easiest place to get around in.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto sighed, adjusting the stack of files he was carrying. It wouldn’t do to drop them now, not when he had them all sorted and ready for filing; they’d end up spread out all the way to the bottom of the long stairway, it would take forever to collect and sort them again.
Sometimes he doubted the sanity of the people who’d constructed the Hub’s lower levels. There were lifts, later additions designed for transporting anything too bulky to be carried by hand, but they were situated at the far end of the archives. The climate-controlled areas for the storage of paper files in several rows of metal filing cabinets were most easily accessible via the stairs at this end.
Not that Ianto minded stairs all that much, he was young and healthy, and they were good exercise, but did these have to be so steep and narrow? Each riser was a good eight inches tall, while the steps themselves, worn and uneven from decades of use, were barely big enough to accommodate his feet. For some unknown reason, there were fifty-seven steps to each of the four flights.
Taking a deep breath, he started down, hoping he wouldn’t slip.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 761: Steep at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The Hub isn’t the easiest place to get around in.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto sighed, adjusting the stack of files he was carrying. It wouldn’t do to drop them now, not when he had them all sorted and ready for filing; they’d end up spread out all the way to the bottom of the long stairway, it would take forever to collect and sort them again.
Sometimes he doubted the sanity of the people who’d constructed the Hub’s lower levels. There were lifts, later additions designed for transporting anything too bulky to be carried by hand, but they were situated at the far end of the archives. The climate-controlled areas for the storage of paper files in several rows of metal filing cabinets were most easily accessible via the stairs at this end.
Not that Ianto minded stairs all that much, he was young and healthy, and they were good exercise, but did these have to be so steep and narrow? Each riser was a good eight inches tall, while the steps themselves, worn and uneven from decades of use, were barely big enough to accommodate his feet. For some unknown reason, there were fifty-seven steps to each of the four flights.
Taking a deep breath, he started down, hoping he wouldn’t slip.
The End