Double Drabble: A Day At The Office
Title: A Day At The Office
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 817: Herd at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: It’s another a typically Torchwood day.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
One thing you could say about working for Torchwood: it was seldom boring. Oh, there were times when the Weevils were on their best behaviour, the Rift was quiet, and all the team had to do was catch up on their paperwork, but few days were like that. Ianto sometimes wished they were the rule rather than the exception; in his opinion, uneventful days were to be cherished, a chance to regroup and catch their breath before the next round of craziness hit them like a tidal wave.
Days like this made him nostalgic for the nine-to-five office job he’d never had, in a place like this, with desks in cubicles, and everything neat, tidy, and efficient. Logically, he knew he’d hate that kind of life, every day the same, nothing interesting ever happening beyond the occasional bit of juicy office gossip, but it made for a nice daydream.
Not that the people who worked in this office had been enjoying a nice, normal workday. Or maybe they had, up until the Rift decided to shake things up a bit.
He swung his broom, herding alien lobsters into containment boxes, ready for transport. He hoped Owen had brought enough Retcon.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 817: Herd at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: It’s another a typically Torchwood day.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
One thing you could say about working for Torchwood: it was seldom boring. Oh, there were times when the Weevils were on their best behaviour, the Rift was quiet, and all the team had to do was catch up on their paperwork, but few days were like that. Ianto sometimes wished they were the rule rather than the exception; in his opinion, uneventful days were to be cherished, a chance to regroup and catch their breath before the next round of craziness hit them like a tidal wave.
Days like this made him nostalgic for the nine-to-five office job he’d never had, in a place like this, with desks in cubicles, and everything neat, tidy, and efficient. Logically, he knew he’d hate that kind of life, every day the same, nothing interesting ever happening beyond the occasional bit of juicy office gossip, but it made for a nice daydream.
Not that the people who worked in this office had been enjoying a nice, normal workday. Or maybe they had, up until the Rift decided to shake things up a bit.
He swung his broom, herding alien lobsters into containment boxes, ready for transport. He hoped Owen had brought enough Retcon.
The End