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Drabble_weekly Challenge 400 / 315 - Cuts like a knife
Title: Cuts like a knife
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
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Author notes: Written for Challenge 400 - Amnesty, using Challenge 315 - Shattered glass at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Every bit of debris is a painful reminder. A double drabble.
Ianto let out a vexed sound as he looked down and spotted the tiny shards of glass glinting in the emergency lighting. He walked away and returned with his brush and pan, lowering himself to his haunches to sweep up the shattered bits of glass. Honestly, was he ever going to stop finding more pieces of broken glass? There couldn’t have been this much glass in the hub to begin with and he’d already swept up more than was feasible.
The hub was still a mess, despite their best efforts to tidy things. The rift machine had really done a number on the place. That would teach them not to ever mess with it again. Or maybe it was just Jack being gone that made it feel like a proper punishment. He’d left them because they’d betrayed him. At least that was what Ianto’s guilty conscience told him late at night when he couldn’t sleep.
Ianto tipped the contents into the nearest bin, letting that guilt sit with him for a moment. He suspected he was going to keep finding bits of broken glass around the hub until he forgave himself for letting down the man that had trusted him.
Ianto let out a vexed sound as he looked down and spotted the tiny shards of glass glinting in the emergency lighting. He walked away and returned with his brush and pan, lowering himself to his haunches to sweep up the shattered bits of glass. Honestly, was he ever going to stop finding more pieces of broken glass? There couldn’t have been this much glass in the hub to begin with and he’d already swept up more than was feasible.
The hub was still a mess, despite their best efforts to tidy things. The rift machine had really done a number on the place. That would teach them not to ever mess with it again. Or maybe it was just Jack being gone that made it feel like a proper punishment. He’d left them because they’d betrayed him. At least that was what Ianto’s guilty conscience told him late at night when he couldn’t sleep.
Ianto tipped the contents into the nearest bin, letting that guilt sit with him for a moment. He suspected he was going to keep finding bits of broken glass around the hub until he forgave himself for letting down the man that had trusted him.
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