Challenge 900 - Handle with care
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m_findlowTitle: Handle with care
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 900 - Dust at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: The archives are a place where things have to be handled with care. A double drabble.
‘We've definitely got records down here somewhere,’ Jack promised, leading Ianto down into the virtually unexplored depths of the archives, swinging his torchlight left and right, illuminating the century old untouched relics of Torchwood's earliest days.
‘I am never going to get this place in order, am I?’ Ianto said with a resigned sigh. He’d barely scratched the surface of everything that was down here. He’d be dead long before it was all organised the way he wanted it.
‘Points for trying,’ Jack replied, far less concerned about Ianto’s filing system. Jack moved the torch up and down, inspecting long rows of rusting filing cabinets before settling on one and passing Ianto the torch whilst he hauled it open.
‘Here we are,’ Jack announced, pulling out a thick sheaf of papers held together with faded burgundy ribbon. ‘Everything from March 1872.’ He raised the block of papers to his face and blew hard, sending a huge plume of disintegrated paper fibres into the air.
Ianto coughed and waved the dust away from his face. ‘Well, not everything anymore. I think you just obliterated a quarter of it. Perhaps I should take it before we lose any more precious historical data.’
‘We've definitely got records down here somewhere,’ Jack promised, leading Ianto down into the virtually unexplored depths of the archives, swinging his torchlight left and right, illuminating the century old untouched relics of Torchwood's earliest days.
‘I am never going to get this place in order, am I?’ Ianto said with a resigned sigh. He’d barely scratched the surface of everything that was down here. He’d be dead long before it was all organised the way he wanted it.
‘Points for trying,’ Jack replied, far less concerned about Ianto’s filing system. Jack moved the torch up and down, inspecting long rows of rusting filing cabinets before settling on one and passing Ianto the torch whilst he hauled it open.
‘Here we are,’ Jack announced, pulling out a thick sheaf of papers held together with faded burgundy ribbon. ‘Everything from March 1872.’ He raised the block of papers to his face and blew hard, sending a huge plume of disintegrated paper fibres into the air.
Ianto coughed and waved the dust away from his face. ‘Well, not everything anymore. I think you just obliterated a quarter of it. Perhaps I should take it before we lose any more precious historical data.’
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Date: 2026-01-18 10:50 am (UTC)