Challenge 888 - No room at the inn
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m_findlowTitle: Bigger problems
Character: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 888 - Full at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto is beginning to realise that having the cells full is only the beginning of their problems. A double drabble.
Ianto manhandled the weevil into its cell with a grunt of relief. The sedative he'd given it earlier had been beginning to wear off, which was no fault of his. It was meant to last long enough to get a weevil – even a burly non-compliant one – from anywhere in the city safely back to the hub.
Except it was chaos out there right now. The whole city was slowly falling apart.
He slammed the door shut and puffed out a breath. That was the last active cell. Nine levels, six cells each. He did the math. There were hundreds of weevils beneath the city streets. They didn't have room to house them all. And that was assuming they didn't need room for anything more dangerous that was slipping through these new cracks in time. There were more cells below but they'd never been operable. Right now it was a full house with no end in sight.
He'd passed Jack on his way through. He hoped Jack might have some good news for him, about how they could stop time from splintering. If not, having a hub full of locked up weevils was going to be the least of their problems.
Ianto manhandled the weevil into its cell with a grunt of relief. The sedative he'd given it earlier had been beginning to wear off, which was no fault of his. It was meant to last long enough to get a weevil – even a burly non-compliant one – from anywhere in the city safely back to the hub.
Except it was chaos out there right now. The whole city was slowly falling apart.
He slammed the door shut and puffed out a breath. That was the last active cell. Nine levels, six cells each. He did the math. There were hundreds of weevils beneath the city streets. They didn't have room to house them all. And that was assuming they didn't need room for anything more dangerous that was slipping through these new cracks in time. There were more cells below but they'd never been operable. Right now it was a full house with no end in sight.
He'd passed Jack on his way through. He hoped Jack might have some good news for him, about how they could stop time from splintering. If not, having a hub full of locked up weevils was going to be the least of their problems.
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Date: 2025-10-26 10:57 am (UTC)