The Torchwood Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

292. The Library Vandal

Title: The Library Vandal

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ianto

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 309 – The Library at tw100

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Torchwood business takes Ianto to the local library.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: The second of four drabbles for this week's prompt.

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I love Janto: ROFL! I can just picture that, Jack grumpy and sleepless on the sofa while Ianto and Coat are snuggled up in bed!

Very true, Jack should know by now that Ianto always knows where things are. Mostly because he does all the tidying up and puts things where they belong.

Thank you.

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Guest: I always THINK I've put things in sensible places where I'll be able to find them again, but I still manage to lose things all the time.

The Coat is vital to Torchwood *nods* It has an important role to play. I never figured out just why Gwen was deemed necessary since I never saw her do anything that one of the other team members couldn't have done better, faster, more efficiently and with less fuss.

Cliies without all the fur would just look odd, like a sheep after shearing. Still recognisably a sheep, but naked-looking.

I got hooked on SG-1 years ago and I'm so glad I did, I still love it. Not so keen on Stargate Atlantis though. I'm way behind with Supernatural, I need to get the rest of the DVDs and find time to watch, but between re-watching SG-1 and Babylon 5 I don't seem to have the time at the moment.

I think I have several degrees of fluff; some are definitely fluff-lite and somethimes there are fluff-free drabbles, but I think the majority are medium fluff with a few that are extra fluffy with a fluff filling and a side order of fluff. This one's on the not-really-fluffy side of things.

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Libraries always reminded Ianto of his childhood. They'd been his refuge on wet afternoons, losing himself in tales of wonder and imagination to escape the drabness of council estate life.

He wasn't about to have his happy memories wrecked by the Rift's contrariness.

Stun gun in one hand, Weevil spray in the other, he stalked towards the 'vandal' the librarian had reported.

Hissing at him, the Weevil swept books off a nearby shelf and bared its teeth.

One book came to rest at Ianto's feet and he glanced down.

Frankenstein. How appropriate.

Apparently, the Rift had a sense of humour.

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The End