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m_findlowTitle: Nice for the price
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Ianto
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 192 - Marble at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Ianto is briefly jealous of the opulence of Torchwood India.
'Lots more marble than Torchwood Cardiff,' Ianto muttered, unable to hide his astonishment at having stepped into another world entirely.
Gone were the dirty slums of bustling, overcrowded Delhi, with their barefooted housewives and children clogging up the streets. Gone was the smell he couldn't even begin to describe but which was clearly eau de poverty. This wasn't anything like India at all - at least the bits he'd experienced, which comprised a train station and a garment factory. No chance Jack was going to let them stop by the Taj Mahal for a bit of sightseeing before they went. It'd be straight back on a flight to London. Still, he wouldn't miss the heat and humidity. That was one aspect of Asia Minor he could do without, at least dressed in his suit, that is.
Suddenly though, he didn't feel the least bit out of place. If anything, he was underdressed for the occasion, as it were.
Everything about this place was rich and opulent, from the towering pillars and cornice work, to the brocade and velvet. Even the floors, which he'd been admiring for their pearlescent ivory and sage rippled marble, had not the slightest scuff marks on them. It was as if they were the first people to have ever stepped inside. Maybe they were. Maybe Torchwood India had undergone a makeover since Jack was last here. Then again, wouldn't it just be like Jack to have had this palatial oasis tucked away on the other side of the world?
Meanwhile back home, Ianto put up with the dank, dark recesses of the hub. He'd given up long ago trying to keep most of it clean. It was too big for a start, and mould and mildew and cobwebs made homes for themselves wherever he turned his back, and there was always water seeping in from somewhere. He couldn't even get the railings repainted. Conceding defeat was the only way to maintain his sanity.
But now, having seen this, he felt gypped. This was the kind of place he could only dream of being caretaker for. He wouldn't even let Jack inside without taking his shoes off first. If an abandoned outpost on the other side of the world could look like this, why did they have to put up with rusting, mildewy squalor?
The answer came in the form of a loud gunshot. The attractive young woman held the gun like a tourist on a big game hunt, but that didn't stop her from nearly taking off Jack's head with it, along with the rest of them.
'Captain Jack Harkness. You're back!'
'Duchess! Did you miss me?'
'Only just.' She hefted the ridiculously large firearm again and let another round of shot strip away the exceedingly expensive wainscoting, making Ianto want to cry in despair.
This was why they couldn't have nice things back in Cardiff. Because wherever Jack went, he left a trail of broken hearts behind him and those that survived wanted blood in repayment.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Ianto
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 192 - Marble at
anythingdrabbleSummary: Ianto is briefly jealous of the opulence of Torchwood India.
'Lots more marble than Torchwood Cardiff,' Ianto muttered, unable to hide his astonishment at having stepped into another world entirely.
Gone were the dirty slums of bustling, overcrowded Delhi, with their barefooted housewives and children clogging up the streets. Gone was the smell he couldn't even begin to describe but which was clearly eau de poverty. This wasn't anything like India at all - at least the bits he'd experienced, which comprised a train station and a garment factory. No chance Jack was going to let them stop by the Taj Mahal for a bit of sightseeing before they went. It'd be straight back on a flight to London. Still, he wouldn't miss the heat and humidity. That was one aspect of Asia Minor he could do without, at least dressed in his suit, that is.
Suddenly though, he didn't feel the least bit out of place. If anything, he was underdressed for the occasion, as it were.
Everything about this place was rich and opulent, from the towering pillars and cornice work, to the brocade and velvet. Even the floors, which he'd been admiring for their pearlescent ivory and sage rippled marble, had not the slightest scuff marks on them. It was as if they were the first people to have ever stepped inside. Maybe they were. Maybe Torchwood India had undergone a makeover since Jack was last here. Then again, wouldn't it just be like Jack to have had this palatial oasis tucked away on the other side of the world?
Meanwhile back home, Ianto put up with the dank, dark recesses of the hub. He'd given up long ago trying to keep most of it clean. It was too big for a start, and mould and mildew and cobwebs made homes for themselves wherever he turned his back, and there was always water seeping in from somewhere. He couldn't even get the railings repainted. Conceding defeat was the only way to maintain his sanity.
But now, having seen this, he felt gypped. This was the kind of place he could only dream of being caretaker for. He wouldn't even let Jack inside without taking his shoes off first. If an abandoned outpost on the other side of the world could look like this, why did they have to put up with rusting, mildewy squalor?
The answer came in the form of a loud gunshot. The attractive young woman held the gun like a tourist on a big game hunt, but that didn't stop her from nearly taking off Jack's head with it, along with the rest of them.
'Captain Jack Harkness. You're back!'
'Duchess! Did you miss me?'
'Only just.' She hefted the ridiculously large firearm again and let another round of shot strip away the exceedingly expensive wainscoting, making Ianto want to cry in despair.
This was why they couldn't have nice things back in Cardiff. Because wherever Jack went, he left a trail of broken hearts behind him and those that survived wanted blood in repayment.
