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Challenge 860 - Bigger problems
Title: Bigger problems
Character: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 860 - Big at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto is desperate to convince Jack. A triple drabble.
‘I think it should go in the secure archives,’ Ianto said, not waiting for Jack to make his assessment, as was his right as their leader.
Jack gave him a strange look as he picked up the object off his desk. ‘You think it qualifies as dangerous?’
‘I think it qualifies as broken,’ Ianto replied, wishing Jack wouldn’t wave it around like that but still too respectful to reach forward and take it out of his hands. Who knew, he might accidentally set it off by doing that.
‘Exactly,’ Jack replied. ‘We could try fixing it. God knows we could do with a working device that shrinks things down for transport. We could have the whole of the archives fitted inside a cereal box.’
‘Making it very hard to find anything,’ Ianto said, ever considerate of the practical implications of some of Jack's blue sky thinking. ‘Of course, given it’s broken, it might have the opposite effect.’
What he didn’t say out loud was that last night he’d had a dream of this exact scenario, ending up being turned into a giant two hundred foot version of himself. Being that big wasn’t just a problem of size, but of existing. He hadn’t been able to wear clothes, having to sew himself something out of bed sheets simply for modesty. There was also nowhere large enough to house himself, no mattress he could sleep on, and no supermarket that could keep up with his newly enlarged appetite. Not to mention that he couldn't go anywhere without terrifying the locals, causing cracks in the road from the sheer weight of his footsteps. They saw him as a monster. It was a miserable existence and one with no remedy.
Jack set it down. ‘Point taken. No sense risking it.’
Thank god, Ianto thought.
‘I think it should go in the secure archives,’ Ianto said, not waiting for Jack to make his assessment, as was his right as their leader.
Jack gave him a strange look as he picked up the object off his desk. ‘You think it qualifies as dangerous?’
‘I think it qualifies as broken,’ Ianto replied, wishing Jack wouldn’t wave it around like that but still too respectful to reach forward and take it out of his hands. Who knew, he might accidentally set it off by doing that.
‘Exactly,’ Jack replied. ‘We could try fixing it. God knows we could do with a working device that shrinks things down for transport. We could have the whole of the archives fitted inside a cereal box.’
‘Making it very hard to find anything,’ Ianto said, ever considerate of the practical implications of some of Jack's blue sky thinking. ‘Of course, given it’s broken, it might have the opposite effect.’
What he didn’t say out loud was that last night he’d had a dream of this exact scenario, ending up being turned into a giant two hundred foot version of himself. Being that big wasn’t just a problem of size, but of existing. He hadn’t been able to wear clothes, having to sew himself something out of bed sheets simply for modesty. There was also nowhere large enough to house himself, no mattress he could sleep on, and no supermarket that could keep up with his newly enlarged appetite. Not to mention that he couldn't go anywhere without terrifying the locals, causing cracks in the road from the sheer weight of his footsteps. They saw him as a monster. It was a miserable existence and one with no remedy.
Jack set it down. ‘Point taken. No sense risking it.’
Thank god, Ianto thought.
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