Anythingdrabble Challenge 122 - Cut off

[m_findlow]

Title: Cut off
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Ianto
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 122 - Cut at anythingdrabble. Spoliers for Big Finish Audioplay "Fall to Earth"
Summary: Ianto is having doubts about his ability to deal with the current crisis.

When he'd broken the lock on the cockpit door, Ianto assumed someone on the other side would know what to do. The cockpit was locked to prevent any chaos that occurred in the cabin from entering the flight deck. Wasn't that how the world worked these days? When he saw the two pilots in charge of the hideously expensive spaceship slumped over their chairs, his heart sank. At least they weren't going completely mental like everyone else had. They might have sent the ship crashing back to earth.  

At least, that's what he thought had happened. Everyone had gone mental, hadn't they? It wasn't just his imagination, though that was somewhat compromised by the fact that he'd been unconscious for a few moments and now his leg was in absolute agony, bleeding from some injury sustained during said chaos. He'd been fine with it all, of course, having all those celebrities and bigwigs collapsed in their seats or on the floor. What he wasn't so fine with was the fact that he was aboard a spaceship with no pilots. Especially when they'd seemed so capable just half an hour ago when he'd been allowed in to serve them some of his coffee.

'Okay, spaceship, not in such a good state,' he muttered, thinking how nice and smooth the journey into outer space had actually been. He expected it to be like the movies, with rocket boosters that shook all the teeth from your jaw. Instead it was like an ordinary plane flight, smooth as silk. Not anymore however. Now it really was shaking quite violently, like it might shake apart altogether.

'You know, I really don't think you're as cut out for this field agent business as you thought,'  he told himself, wishing he'd had the good sense to tell someone on the team what he'd been planning, or to delegate the task of getting information from Ephraim Salt. He'd excelled at the sneaking on board part, and the serving drinks part. Saving a possibly crashing spaceship though, not so much.

He frantically grabbed the edge of the console, overwhelmed by the array of flashing lights and buttons. Surely one of them had to be an intercom with people on the ground. They weren't really going to leave it all up to the pilots to get them back safely, were they?

He scanned the console, wondering why nobody ever bothered labelling things. When he finally found what he thought was a switch and a microphone, he pressed it madly, waiting for a response. Nothing. Not even static. Great.

Suddenly he had a brainwave. He'd seen celebrities phoning their friends and posting selfies earlier. If they had phone reception, so did he. Maybe he wasn't as cut off as he thought. He hit his speed dial, hoping for anyone at Torchwood.

"Hello, you've reached Jubilee Pizza. Sorry we can't come to the phone right now..." answered the fake voicemail service.

Now, he decided, was the acceptable time to panic. He screamed.

Comments

[bk_forever]

Poor panicking Ianto! But he'll pull himself together and get the spaceship back down to earth, because he's Ianto Jones, Torchwood agent, and he's amazing!

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

He might need a little help but he'll get there in the end. Ianto's limited fieldwork is never a dull affair!