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m_findlowTitle: Ready or not
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 449 - Ready at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto isn't sure if he'd really ready to embrace life at Torchwood Three. A triple drabble.
Ianto exited the SUV on wobbly legs. Jack's driving was not something for the faint-hearted. ‘I'm ready,’ he replied, unsure Jack was even listening to him. He was halfway through the door of the fish and chip shop, as if Ianto were merely an afterthought. And afterthought carrying the company credit cards, at least.
Mandy had tried to convince him he was ready to be more than just the man who served the team coffee and filed their paperwork, but now he was beginning to doubt himself. If he could barely hold his nerve on a trip to collect dinner, how would he fare on a real assignment? Not that he wasn’t on one, as such, just by turning up at the pub most nights, slowly earning the proprietor’s trust.
He’d done a lot of things when he’d worked for Torchwood in London – some of which had been pretty harrowing – yet it didn’t feel the same as when he was out with Jack. When he was with Jack things felt dangerous. Jack didn't walk into a situation with a plan, with advanced technology or anything more than his webley tucked at his side. Anything might go wrong and there was no guarantee that any of them might walk back out of there alive.
It wasn’t that Jack didn’t make him feel safe, but Torchwood Three was a very different place. Ianto didn’t have the same confidence walking into the boardroom as he had wandering the halls of Torchwood Tower, and being the right hand man of their illustrious, well polished leader. Yvonne had always been reassuringly organised and in control, even when things seemed dire. For all the good it had done them it seemed.
Ianto paused at the door, sucked in a breath and swallowed. He would be ready.
Ianto exited the SUV on wobbly legs. Jack's driving was not something for the faint-hearted. ‘I'm ready,’ he replied, unsure Jack was even listening to him. He was halfway through the door of the fish and chip shop, as if Ianto were merely an afterthought. And afterthought carrying the company credit cards, at least.
Mandy had tried to convince him he was ready to be more than just the man who served the team coffee and filed their paperwork, but now he was beginning to doubt himself. If he could barely hold his nerve on a trip to collect dinner, how would he fare on a real assignment? Not that he wasn’t on one, as such, just by turning up at the pub most nights, slowly earning the proprietor’s trust.
He’d done a lot of things when he’d worked for Torchwood in London – some of which had been pretty harrowing – yet it didn’t feel the same as when he was out with Jack. When he was with Jack things felt dangerous. Jack didn't walk into a situation with a plan, with advanced technology or anything more than his webley tucked at his side. Anything might go wrong and there was no guarantee that any of them might walk back out of there alive.
It wasn’t that Jack didn’t make him feel safe, but Torchwood Three was a very different place. Ianto didn’t have the same confidence walking into the boardroom as he had wandering the halls of Torchwood Tower, and being the right hand man of their illustrious, well polished leader. Yvonne had always been reassuringly organised and in control, even when things seemed dire. For all the good it had done them it seemed.
Ianto paused at the door, sucked in a breath and swallowed. He would be ready.
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Date: 2025-05-17 10:45 am (UTC)