Challenge 831 - Bills, bills, bills
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m_findlowTitle: Bills, bills, bills
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 831 - Park at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto has to deal with a lot of unnecessary bills. A double drabble.
For a secret underground base, the Torchwood Hub seemed to get an awful lot of mail, Ianto thought, finding their post box nearly overflowing as he collected it all. He quickly sorted out the subscriptions for conspiracy magazines and reminders about council taxes – honestly, considering what they did for a living, surely the council could waive their tax bill – leaving a still fat pile to be opened and reviewed.
He sat behind the tourist office desk and began slicing them open one by one, getting more frustrated by the minute. At first he thought they must have been duplicates, but as he looked at them more closely, he noticed all the dates and times were different, as were the mounting dollars attached to each one.
He huffed and grabbed the pile, walking them down to Jack’s office and dropping them on the desk.
‘Fan mail?’ Jack asked.
‘If you like,’ Ianto replied. ‘All for you, of course. Three thousand and forty quid in all, and that’s just this month. Could you at least try to park somewhere legal once in a while? It’s getting terribly expensive.’
Jack shrugged off the eye-watering bill. ‘Who’s got time for legal?’
‘Not you, apparently.’
For a secret underground base, the Torchwood Hub seemed to get an awful lot of mail, Ianto thought, finding their post box nearly overflowing as he collected it all. He quickly sorted out the subscriptions for conspiracy magazines and reminders about council taxes – honestly, considering what they did for a living, surely the council could waive their tax bill – leaving a still fat pile to be opened and reviewed.
He sat behind the tourist office desk and began slicing them open one by one, getting more frustrated by the minute. At first he thought they must have been duplicates, but as he looked at them more closely, he noticed all the dates and times were different, as were the mounting dollars attached to each one.
He huffed and grabbed the pile, walking them down to Jack’s office and dropping them on the desk.
‘Fan mail?’ Jack asked.
‘If you like,’ Ianto replied. ‘All for you, of course. Three thousand and forty quid in all, and that’s just this month. Could you at least try to park somewhere legal once in a while? It’s getting terribly expensive.’
Jack shrugged off the eye-watering bill. ‘Who’s got time for legal?’
‘Not you, apparently.’
