Challenge 802 - Categorical
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m_findlowTitle: Categorical
Character: Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 802 - Easy at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen and Ianto have differing opinions on the state of the archives. A double drabble.
‘I can’t find anything down here!’ Owen yelled loudly from the darkness.
Iant heaved a sigh and picked up his torch, following the sound of Owen’s voice. ‘That’s because you’re looking in entirely the wrong area,’ he replied. ‘I told you it was in crate seventeen, shelf three, row eight.’
‘This is it,’ Owen insisted.
‘No, this is row nine, and that’s shelf two.’ He sighed again. ‘At least you got the crate number right, not that it helps much. Unless of course you were looking for an alien clock radio.’
Owen grunted a frustrated sound. ‘I’m telling you Ianto, since you rearranged things down here I can't find a bloody thing.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘I find that hard to believe. Before I came along there was no system at all. If you found anything, I’d attribute that to sheer good luck.’
‘Couldn’t you at least have come up with a system that makes sense?’
He narrowed his eyes at Owen. ‘It does. In fact, it’s easy if you actually follow it.’
‘Fine. If it’s so easy, how about we file you and see how long it takes Jack to find you.’
‘That’s a bet I'm willing to make.’
‘I can’t find anything down here!’ Owen yelled loudly from the darkness.
Iant heaved a sigh and picked up his torch, following the sound of Owen’s voice. ‘That’s because you’re looking in entirely the wrong area,’ he replied. ‘I told you it was in crate seventeen, shelf three, row eight.’
‘This is it,’ Owen insisted.
‘No, this is row nine, and that’s shelf two.’ He sighed again. ‘At least you got the crate number right, not that it helps much. Unless of course you were looking for an alien clock radio.’
Owen grunted a frustrated sound. ‘I’m telling you Ianto, since you rearranged things down here I can't find a bloody thing.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘I find that hard to believe. Before I came along there was no system at all. If you found anything, I’d attribute that to sheer good luck.’
‘Couldn’t you at least have come up with a system that makes sense?’
He narrowed his eyes at Owen. ‘It does. In fact, it’s easy if you actually follow it.’
‘Fine. If it’s so easy, how about we file you and see how long it takes Jack to find you.’
‘That’s a bet I'm willing to make.’
