Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 548: Cross at tw100.
Summary: Working for Torchwood Three is not quite what Ianto had been expecting.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto sighed and rubbed his eyes. He’d asked for this, had wanted in at Torchwood Three; for his own secret reasons, true, but he’d got what he’d wanted. He had no grounds for complaint.
In order to get in he’d offered to be anything Harkness wanted, right down to resident guard dog. He hadn’t been taken up on that role, the Pteranodon being deemed more suitable, but everything else…
General Support Officer was his official title, but basically it just meant he did all the jobs nobody else could be bothered with, from providing food and drink for the team and cleaning up after them, to taking care of the alien residents, carrying out equipment maintenance, manning the tourist office, and picking up the boss’s dry cleaning. On top of all that, he had Lisa to care for, and he’d been lumbered with the task of sorting and cataloguing over a century’s worth of Rift gifts that cluttered the subterranean areas designated as the archives, and as if that wasn’t enough to deal with, now Harkness was hitting on him!
Ianto sighed again; it was his own fault for flirting. Everyone had their own cross to bear; this was his.