Challenge 887 - Methodical
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m_findlowTitle: Methodical
Character: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 887 - Useful / Useless at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto prefers not to pass judgement on what might be of vital importance. A double drabble.
Still getting given all the crappy jobs, Ianto muttered, trawling through Henry Parker's records.
Gwen could have been doing this, he thought. There were more important things to be worried about right now, not least of which was how Owen was coping with being the recently undead. He didn't think Gwen was fully across the nuances of how Owen felt, and Owen was likewise too proud to accept empathy from Tosh. That left just him and Jack to deal with it. Brilliant.
One broken transmogrifyer, a complete set of Dogon Sixth Eyes… no surprise there, Ianto thought. Those things were bloody everywhere. You couldn't call yourself a real alien collector unless you owned at least ten.
‘What else?’ Ianto said, working his way through the CCTV still shots from inside the house, now focused on the reading room full of oddities on display atop tables and on shelves.
‘Oh… what are you?’ He clicked to zoom in, reading the sideways title on the spine of a book that appeared out of place. Huh. An Arcateen translation of James Herbert's "The Fog". Probably not useful, but he made a note of it in any event. He was nothing if not thorough.
Still getting given all the crappy jobs, Ianto muttered, trawling through Henry Parker's records.
Gwen could have been doing this, he thought. There were more important things to be worried about right now, not least of which was how Owen was coping with being the recently undead. He didn't think Gwen was fully across the nuances of how Owen felt, and Owen was likewise too proud to accept empathy from Tosh. That left just him and Jack to deal with it. Brilliant.
One broken transmogrifyer, a complete set of Dogon Sixth Eyes… no surprise there, Ianto thought. Those things were bloody everywhere. You couldn't call yourself a real alien collector unless you owned at least ten.
‘What else?’ Ianto said, working his way through the CCTV still shots from inside the house, now focused on the reading room full of oddities on display atop tables and on shelves.
‘Oh… what are you?’ He clicked to zoom in, reading the sideways title on the spine of a book that appeared out of place. Huh. An Arcateen translation of James Herbert's "The Fog". Probably not useful, but he made a note of it in any event. He was nothing if not thorough.
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Date: 2025-10-19 09:36 am (UTC)