Challenge 821 - Under resourced
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m_findlowTitle: Under resourced
Character: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 821 - Lump at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto undoubtedly underestimated how much he might be needed. A double drabble.
Ianto set his hands on his hips and puffed out a breath, staring at the long aisles of dust-covered shelves. Some of them looked so old that he feared simply touching them would send them crumbing down on top of him.
He hadn’t had any qualms about telling Jack that their archives were a shambles and an embarrassment when compared to the pristine, perfectly catalogued storage facilities that Torchwood One had maintained. He hadn’t had to justify his necessity at Torchwood Three; it was just plainly obvious. Whilst defending against the threats facing the planet from coming through the rift was important work, preserving a century’s worth of artefacts was equally important. Who knew what technology was down here that might better their world.
What on earth had he lumped himself with, though? he wondered, letting his eyes drift to the nearest shelves, spilling their contents from moulding crates, or just disintegrating where they sat, their paper and string identification tags long gone. It would take several lifetimes to sort all of this out, assuming it was even safe work to be done where things had lost their identification documents.
Still, at least it would give him something to do.
Ianto set his hands on his hips and puffed out a breath, staring at the long aisles of dust-covered shelves. Some of them looked so old that he feared simply touching them would send them crumbing down on top of him.
He hadn’t had any qualms about telling Jack that their archives were a shambles and an embarrassment when compared to the pristine, perfectly catalogued storage facilities that Torchwood One had maintained. He hadn’t had to justify his necessity at Torchwood Three; it was just plainly obvious. Whilst defending against the threats facing the planet from coming through the rift was important work, preserving a century’s worth of artefacts was equally important. Who knew what technology was down here that might better their world.
What on earth had he lumped himself with, though? he wondered, letting his eyes drift to the nearest shelves, spilling their contents from moulding crates, or just disintegrating where they sat, their paper and string identification tags long gone. It would take several lifetimes to sort all of this out, assuming it was even safe work to be done where things had lost their identification documents.
Still, at least it would give him something to do.
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Date: 2024-07-14 11:16 am (UTC)