Challenge 862 - Customer relations
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m_findlowTitle: Customer relations
Character: Rhys, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 862 - Small at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Rhys earns a good business from Torchwood. A double drabble.
‘Harwoods Haulage, Rhys Williams speaking,’ he said, wondering why no one else was answering the phone. Where the bloody hell were Ruth and Large Mandy? Another sodding tea break, no doubt.
‘Rhys? Ah, excellent. It's Ianto Jones from Torchwood.’
‘Is Gwen alright?’ Rhys asked, sitting up straighter in his chair.
‘Oh yes, absolutely fine. I'm calling to request a lorry. The big one. Eighteen wheeler. Same as last week.’
Rhys rolled his eyes. ‘Again? Don't you lot get anything small come through the rift these days?’ Not that Rhys was complaining precisely. All business was good business and this way he got to see more of Gwen.
Ianto gave what sounded like a long suffering sigh. ‘Doesn't seem like it, does it? At least this one is stupid and placid. And,’ he said, pausing, ‘judging by the smell, it's already used the bathroom. Should make cleaning the back a lot easier this time.’
Rhys sucked a breath through his teeth. ‘And here I was thinking I had a rough job.’
‘Yup. No job is too small for us. What Jack actually means is that no job is too small to delegate one of us to deal with on his behalf.’
‘Harwoods Haulage, Rhys Williams speaking,’ he said, wondering why no one else was answering the phone. Where the bloody hell were Ruth and Large Mandy? Another sodding tea break, no doubt.
‘Rhys? Ah, excellent. It's Ianto Jones from Torchwood.’
‘Is Gwen alright?’ Rhys asked, sitting up straighter in his chair.
‘Oh yes, absolutely fine. I'm calling to request a lorry. The big one. Eighteen wheeler. Same as last week.’
Rhys rolled his eyes. ‘Again? Don't you lot get anything small come through the rift these days?’ Not that Rhys was complaining precisely. All business was good business and this way he got to see more of Gwen.
Ianto gave what sounded like a long suffering sigh. ‘Doesn't seem like it, does it? At least this one is stupid and placid. And,’ he said, pausing, ‘judging by the smell, it's already used the bathroom. Should make cleaning the back a lot easier this time.’
Rhys sucked a breath through his teeth. ‘And here I was thinking I had a rough job.’
‘Yup. No job is too small for us. What Jack actually means is that no job is too small to delegate one of us to deal with on his behalf.’
