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m_findlowTitle: Any port in a storm
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Gwen, Rhys
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 459 - Going to pot at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto is determined to remain upbeat despite their situation. A triple drabble.
Ianto couldn't help but feel discouraged by the facial expressions of Jack, Gwen and Rhys as they took in the scene. The warehouse that had once been – and technically still was – Torchwood property had really gone to pot in the years of neglect since Canary Wharf had fallen. But, given their current situation, it was better than nothing.
‘Look, we’ve even got a sofa,’ he said brightly, pointing towards the ragged piece of abandoned furniture, probably moulding on the inside from years of cold and damp, but trying to keep a positive spin on things.
Jack wandered towards it, giving it an experimental poke with his finger, as if expecting it to crumble at the slightest touch. When it surprised all of them and remained firm, Jack turned back to the trio. ‘Good work, Ianto,’ though there was little enthusiasm in the praise. It simply didn’t compare to having the hub and all its technology at their disposal at a time when they desperately needed it the most, much less to have to hide out like criminals in whatever filthy crawlspace they could find.
‘Right, well, let’s get a fire going then, shall we?’ Ianto said, feeling slightly uncomfortable at having the task of being the one responsible for lifting their spirits. ‘Ought to be some metals drums still kicking about that we can use and plenty of old rubbish we can burn as fuel.’ Pretty much everything in the otherwise empty space would be fair game at this rate. But, with luck, the place was relatively leak free, would have some running water and electrical cabling that could be used to power up technology – if they could get their hands on a phone charger and a blank SIM card.
Not all was lost though. They still had each other.
Ianto couldn't help but feel discouraged by the facial expressions of Jack, Gwen and Rhys as they took in the scene. The warehouse that had once been – and technically still was – Torchwood property had really gone to pot in the years of neglect since Canary Wharf had fallen. But, given their current situation, it was better than nothing.
‘Look, we’ve even got a sofa,’ he said brightly, pointing towards the ragged piece of abandoned furniture, probably moulding on the inside from years of cold and damp, but trying to keep a positive spin on things.
Jack wandered towards it, giving it an experimental poke with his finger, as if expecting it to crumble at the slightest touch. When it surprised all of them and remained firm, Jack turned back to the trio. ‘Good work, Ianto,’ though there was little enthusiasm in the praise. It simply didn’t compare to having the hub and all its technology at their disposal at a time when they desperately needed it the most, much less to have to hide out like criminals in whatever filthy crawlspace they could find.
‘Right, well, let’s get a fire going then, shall we?’ Ianto said, feeling slightly uncomfortable at having the task of being the one responsible for lifting their spirits. ‘Ought to be some metals drums still kicking about that we can use and plenty of old rubbish we can burn as fuel.’ Pretty much everything in the otherwise empty space would be fair game at this rate. But, with luck, the place was relatively leak free, would have some running water and electrical cabling that could be used to power up technology – if they could get their hands on a phone charger and a blank SIM card.
Not all was lost though. They still had each other.
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Date: 2025-07-26 09:49 am (UTC)