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bk_forever) wrote2018-01-10 06:34 pm
bk_forever) wrote2018-01-10 06:34 pm
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Double Drabble: Deep Down
Title: Deep Down
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 482: Bottom at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Don’t try to tell Ianto the Rift isn’t sentient. It’s probably laughing at him right now.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ianto had long suspected that the Rift had a sense of humour, along with a bit of a mean streak. How else could you explain the way it kept dumping objects in the most inconvenient places possible?
If there was a body of water in the vicinity, whatever they were looking for would be at the bottom of it. If there was a patch of mud, their latest gift would be right in the middle, and if there was only one tree in sight… Well, suffice to say it was fortunate Ianto was good at climbing.
As if all that wasn’t bad enough, nine times out of ten when they did succeed in retrieving what the Rift had brought them, it would turn out to be random useless junk.
Nevertheless, they still had to track down and retrieve everything that fell through the Rift, because on occasion something dangerous arrived that required immediate attention before it could blow a crater in the planet. There was also the slim chance they might actually get something good, which was why he was down here, at the bottom of this smelly abandoned well, rummaging in the muck.
Sometimes he really hated his job.
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 482: Bottom at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Don’t try to tell Ianto the Rift isn’t sentient. It’s probably laughing at him right now.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ianto had long suspected that the Rift had a sense of humour, along with a bit of a mean streak. How else could you explain the way it kept dumping objects in the most inconvenient places possible?
If there was a body of water in the vicinity, whatever they were looking for would be at the bottom of it. If there was a patch of mud, their latest gift would be right in the middle, and if there was only one tree in sight… Well, suffice to say it was fortunate Ianto was good at climbing.
As if all that wasn’t bad enough, nine times out of ten when they did succeed in retrieving what the Rift had brought them, it would turn out to be random useless junk.
Nevertheless, they still had to track down and retrieve everything that fell through the Rift, because on occasion something dangerous arrived that required immediate attention before it could blow a crater in the planet. There was also the slim chance they might actually get something good, which was why he was down here, at the bottom of this smelly abandoned well, rummaging in the muck.
Sometimes he really hated his job.
The End