Challenge 826 - Comforting sounds
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m_findlowTitle: Comforting sounds
Character: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 826 - Noise at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Torchwood has its own comforting sounds. A double drabble.
Jack had long ago gotten used to the sounds of the hub as it slept overnight. He scarcely even noticed the sounds anymore, from the constant hum of the rift machine to the trickling of water into the pool around the water tower, or even the way the metal gangways overhead would randomly clunk or creak when the temperature shifted. It was all silent as far as his ears were concerned, sometimes eerily so. A man could get lost in the ghosts living in between the drawn out seconds of silence.
Tonight however he needn’t worry about the silence or the ghosts that haunted Torchwood’s hallways. Not far away he could hear Gwen still clicking away at her keyboard, sometimes flipping pages from the tower of folders stacked on her desk, still determined to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering her. At the other end was Ianto, having given up altogether and head resting in his arms on the desk. There was a regular rhythm of sounds that weren’t quite a snore, but neither were they not a snore.
The noises of his friends were comforting to have around, assuring him all was right with the world tonight.
Jack had long ago gotten used to the sounds of the hub as it slept overnight. He scarcely even noticed the sounds anymore, from the constant hum of the rift machine to the trickling of water into the pool around the water tower, or even the way the metal gangways overhead would randomly clunk or creak when the temperature shifted. It was all silent as far as his ears were concerned, sometimes eerily so. A man could get lost in the ghosts living in between the drawn out seconds of silence.
Tonight however he needn’t worry about the silence or the ghosts that haunted Torchwood’s hallways. Not far away he could hear Gwen still clicking away at her keyboard, sometimes flipping pages from the tower of folders stacked on her desk, still determined to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering her. At the other end was Ianto, having given up altogether and head resting in his arms on the desk. There was a regular rhythm of sounds that weren’t quite a snore, but neither were they not a snore.
The noises of his friends were comforting to have around, assuring him all was right with the world tonight.
