Challenge 911 - Worse than a crisis
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m_findlowTitle: Worse than a crisis
Character: Jack, Ianto, Rhiannon
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 911 - Crisis at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto thought he was doing the right thing. A triple drabble.
‘What's our ETA?’ Ianto asked Jack as he was focused on dodging between cars.
‘Ten minutes,’ Jack replied, swerving again just inches between the SUV and a B-double lorry.
Ianto nodded and pulled out his phone, hitting the speed dial.
‘Is it my birthday?’ came his sister's churlish reply.
‘Very funny. Just wanted to call and tell you that we're dealing with a bit of a crisis.’
‘Crisis? What kind of crisis?’
‘Small crisis,’ he clarified. ‘Tiny crisis. You know what? Forget I ever used the word crisis. It's fine. Everything's going to be just fine.’
‘Except that you're calling me, which implies everything is not fine.’
‘Look, all I'm saying is maybe you don't want to work that shift at the co-op today. Maybe you want to stay home until this all blows over.’
‘Blows over?’ Ianto winced at the shrillness of his sister's voice. ‘Aliens invading Cardiff and it's all just supposed to blow over?’
Ianto's teeth clenched. Why did she have to be so stubborn and argumentative? ‘We're handling it.’
‘I thought your job was to prevent aliens from getting here in the first place?’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘It's not that simple. Besides, it was a small Sontaran fleet, and despite telling them no, and that they'd be in contravention of about seventeen intergalactic laws, Sontarans will do what they do. That's to say, land, invade and kill as many people as possible.’ Jack shot him a warning glare. ‘But, it's fine,’ he said, backtracking. ‘We've dealt with them before. They'll be out of here before anyone fires a shot.’
‘But you still think I shouldn't go to work.’
‘It's just a precaution. There's every chance that they've just taken a wrong turn somewhere.’
‘Fine, but you'll owe me thirty quid's lost pay.’
Ianto groaned. Siblings!
‘What's our ETA?’ Ianto asked Jack as he was focused on dodging between cars.
‘Ten minutes,’ Jack replied, swerving again just inches between the SUV and a B-double lorry.
Ianto nodded and pulled out his phone, hitting the speed dial.
‘Is it my birthday?’ came his sister's churlish reply.
‘Very funny. Just wanted to call and tell you that we're dealing with a bit of a crisis.’
‘Crisis? What kind of crisis?’
‘Small crisis,’ he clarified. ‘Tiny crisis. You know what? Forget I ever used the word crisis. It's fine. Everything's going to be just fine.’
‘Except that you're calling me, which implies everything is not fine.’
‘Look, all I'm saying is maybe you don't want to work that shift at the co-op today. Maybe you want to stay home until this all blows over.’
‘Blows over?’ Ianto winced at the shrillness of his sister's voice. ‘Aliens invading Cardiff and it's all just supposed to blow over?’
Ianto's teeth clenched. Why did she have to be so stubborn and argumentative? ‘We're handling it.’
‘I thought your job was to prevent aliens from getting here in the first place?’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘It's not that simple. Besides, it was a small Sontaran fleet, and despite telling them no, and that they'd be in contravention of about seventeen intergalactic laws, Sontarans will do what they do. That's to say, land, invade and kill as many people as possible.’ Jack shot him a warning glare. ‘But, it's fine,’ he said, backtracking. ‘We've dealt with them before. They'll be out of here before anyone fires a shot.’
‘But you still think I shouldn't go to work.’
‘It's just a precaution. There's every chance that they've just taken a wrong turn somewhere.’
‘Fine, but you'll owe me thirty quid's lost pay.’
Ianto groaned. Siblings!
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Date: 2026-04-05 09:48 am (UTC)