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m_findlowTitle: Peace at last
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 380 - Amnesty, using Challenge 182 - Silence is golden at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: There are a few places in the hub where peace can always be found.
Tosh knocked gently at the doorway before giving Ianto a sheepish look. ‘Is this a private party or can anyone join?’ she asked, indicating the spare chair in the corner of the makeshift office.
‘It finally got to you as well I’m guessing?’
Tosh rubbed a hand over her face. ‘Honestly, I was ready to knock their heads together. That or take my gun out and shoot one of them,’ she confessed.
‘See, that’s the problem with having a loaded firearm in your desk drawer,’ he said. ‘When two grown men who are old enough to know better can’t stop bickering like small children, the risk of homicide grows exponentially.’
Tosh walked over to the chair and sat down in it without saying anything further for a full minute. ‘It’s so quiet down here,’ she finally said.
‘Now you know why I escaped down here,’ he replied. ‘There are days when it’s so quiet you can literally hear the dust settling on the shelves. Though, to be fair, that screaming banshee we captured in Newport the other week makes for easier listening than Jack and Owen arguing with one another.’
Tosh sighed. ‘Silence is golden.’
‘Silence is golden,’ Ianto agreed.
Tosh knocked gently at the doorway before giving Ianto a sheepish look. ‘Is this a private party or can anyone join?’ she asked, indicating the spare chair in the corner of the makeshift office.
‘It finally got to you as well I’m guessing?’
Tosh rubbed a hand over her face. ‘Honestly, I was ready to knock their heads together. That or take my gun out and shoot one of them,’ she confessed.
‘See, that’s the problem with having a loaded firearm in your desk drawer,’ he said. ‘When two grown men who are old enough to know better can’t stop bickering like small children, the risk of homicide grows exponentially.’
Tosh walked over to the chair and sat down in it without saying anything further for a full minute. ‘It’s so quiet down here,’ she finally said.
‘Now you know why I escaped down here,’ he replied. ‘There are days when it’s so quiet you can literally hear the dust settling on the shelves. Though, to be fair, that screaming banshee we captured in Newport the other week makes for easier listening than Jack and Owen arguing with one another.’
Tosh sighed. ‘Silence is golden.’
‘Silence is golden,’ Ianto agreed.
