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Challenge 819 - Blank page
Title: Blank page
Character: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 819 - Plain at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100 Summary: Ianto finds it impossible to put pen to paper. A double drabble.
Ianto stared at the plain screen in front of him, just one little cursor flashing on and off to remind him it was there, waiting for him to type something.
Ianto liked reports. He liked writing them and putting in all the details that everyone else forgot. The others liked to just get down the salient points and then move on. For them, paperwork was a burden rather than a part of the job to be relished. How many people ever got the opportunity to see and experience the things that they did? It should have been a privilege to be able to write about it.
Then again, sometimes the things they saw and did might have been better if they could just be forgotten and swept under the rug as if they’d never happened.
A lot of people had died, and Ianto was for the most part to blame. Admittedly he didn’t know that retcon would have reacted the way it did; no one had. But he’d been the one to administer it to a whole office full of people, and now they were all dead. Someone else would be publicly blamed, but his report would tell the truth.
Ianto stared at the plain screen in front of him, just one little cursor flashing on and off to remind him it was there, waiting for him to type something.
Ianto liked reports. He liked writing them and putting in all the details that everyone else forgot. The others liked to just get down the salient points and then move on. For them, paperwork was a burden rather than a part of the job to be relished. How many people ever got the opportunity to see and experience the things that they did? It should have been a privilege to be able to write about it.
Then again, sometimes the things they saw and did might have been better if they could just be forgotten and swept under the rug as if they’d never happened.
A lot of people had died, and Ianto was for the most part to blame. Admittedly he didn’t know that retcon would have reacted the way it did; no one had. But he’d been the one to administer it to a whole office full of people, and now they were all dead. Someone else would be publicly blamed, but his report would tell the truth.
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