Challenge 787 - Under no illusions
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m_findlowTitle: Under no illusions
Monica stared in disbelief at the scene in front of her before the nice young man in the suit with the gorgeous Welsh accent sidled up beside her and handed her a bottle of water.
'Thanks,' she said, snapping off the top and taking a long swig. She took a few more swallows before replacing the cap and then turning to face the man. 'This is all just so weird,' she said.
'It's everyday for us,' he replied.
'Huh,' she uttered, going back to watching it unfold. 'And he's really your boss?' she asked, seeing the man in the long grey coat flap past yet again, still unable to wrangle even one of the scurrying alien furballs and tripping over several more. It reminded her of the clown act at the circus, only theirs was put on and this man looked genuinely hopeless at catching them. Calling it slapstick was almost too kind.
'Yep,' came the reply as the man shoved his hands in his pockets rather than go help. Monica remembered hearing the boss say "I've got this, you just deal with the spectators." 'It's more that we just let him work under the illusion that he's in charge.'
Character: Ianto, OC
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 787 - Illusion at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100 Summary: People will make up their own minds about Torchwood. A double drabble.
Monica stared in disbelief at the scene in front of her before the nice young man in the suit with the gorgeous Welsh accent sidled up beside her and handed her a bottle of water.
'Thanks,' she said, snapping off the top and taking a long swig. She took a few more swallows before replacing the cap and then turning to face the man. 'This is all just so weird,' she said.
'It's everyday for us,' he replied.
'Huh,' she uttered, going back to watching it unfold. 'And he's really your boss?' she asked, seeing the man in the long grey coat flap past yet again, still unable to wrangle even one of the scurrying alien furballs and tripping over several more. It reminded her of the clown act at the circus, only theirs was put on and this man looked genuinely hopeless at catching them. Calling it slapstick was almost too kind.
'Yep,' came the reply as the man shoved his hands in his pockets rather than go help. Monica remembered hearing the boss say "I've got this, you just deal with the spectators." 'It's more that we just let him work under the illusion that he's in charge.'
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Date: 2023-11-19 11:18 am (UTC)