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Ficlet: Feeding Time At Torchwood

Title: Feeding Time At Torchwood

Author: badly_knitted

Characters: Ianto, Jack, Nosy, Myfanwy, Team and other residents mentioned.

Rating: G

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Ianto has a lot of mouths to feed, but it’s all in a day’s work for Torchwood’s General Support Officer.

Word Count: 535

Written For: My own prompt ‘Torchwood, Ianto, feeding the Hub residents,’ at [community profile] fic_promptly.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.






As Torchwood’s General Support Officer, caring for the inmates was part of Ianto’s job. The number of mouths to be fed varied, depending on how many transients were in the cells at any given time, but they’d amassed quite a menagerie of permanent residents who needed to be fed regularly. It meant that Ianto’s days started early.



His alarm clock always went off at six, regardless of what day it was. Getting a lie in at the weekend was a luxury he couldn’t afford. He’d quickly shower, shave, dress, and put the coffee on to brew before beginning his rounds.



Myfanwy was always first to be fed because she’d start squawking the moment he appeared and wouldn’t quieten down again until she’d been given her morning meal. Such a demanding old girl, but Ianto loved her nonetheless.



Janet was next, along with any other Weevils or temporary residents in the cells. Any necessary cleaning out was done at the same time because then it meant he wouldn’t need to go back down to the vaults until it was time for the evening feed.



Back up in the main Hub, Ianto poured out some choice gravel and assorted stones for Bob, then gave Velvet and the alien butterfly some runny honey up in the greenhouse where they lived, making sure to close the door behind him to keep Nosy out. Then it was back down to the kitchen, where Jack and Nosy would be waiting, staring hopefully at the coffee machine.



Ianto always took a break then, sitting down for a few minutes to enjoy the first coffee of the day with his lover and their Fluff, but as soon as his mug was empty, he’d be back to work. He’d serve Nosy its breakfast of vegetables and fruit, change the Fluff’s water and re-fill Daisy’s hay rack. Once that was done, he’d put his coat on and take the invisible lift up to the Plas to fetch breakfast for the team from their favourite bakery.



Returning a short while later laden with muffins, doughnuts, and assorted pastries, he’d take the food to the boardroom and get another pot of coffee going so it would be ready by the time the rest of the team arrived at eight. He’d learned early on to keep a selection of pastries aside for his own breakfast if he still had things to do before he could eat, because no matter how much food he bought, the hungry horde would make short work of everything on the boardroom table. The only thing left would be crumbs, which Nosy could be counted on to deal with.



It was always a relief to retreat to the archives after clearing away the breakfast dishes. Filing was soothing, and unless he had other, more pressing tasks on his to-do list, or was needed out in the field, he’d take his time and unwind, because all too soon it would be lunch time and the team would be demanding to be fed again.



When it came right down to it, Ianto mused, of all the weird creatures whose care he was responsible for, it was the humans who were the most work to look after.



The End






Comments

Sounds like Ianto has it all figured out, down to squirreling away some food for himself!
He's good at organising tasks and he's learned from experience that no one else is going to save food for him, except maybe Jack, and even then if Jack gets peckish before Ianto gets there, he'll eat what he saved for Ianto!

Thank you!

Lol, it crossed my mind while I was reading this that Ianto should try an experiment - increase the number of baked goods he leaves on the board-room table by one each day to see if there is such a thing as too many pastries.
LOL! Jack is a bottomless pit, and I'm sure Nosy would indulge in any leftovers. Ianto would probably not be able to carry enough pastries to defeat their combined efforts!

Thank you.
They certainly are.

great ficlet
Thank you! The aliens are the easy part of poor Ianto's job!
Aww bless. Do they all know how lucky they are to have Ianto? I'm sure Jack does
They don't tend to be very appreciative of his efforts, sadly. Poor Ianto.

Thank you!
Reading this makes me hungry... very interesting and great story ::) <3
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it =)
Even though it is a complicated task, Ianto has found the way to make it good and easy!
Or if not easy, at least efficient. The others really should help him though.

Thank you!
As already said: Without Ianto Torchwood did not work very well !! He really isn't recognized at fair value.
He their mother.
I'm glad I reviewed the various guests discovered throughout your stories !!
I think he has endless patience for so little recognition. True, he loves what he does.
a big hug to Ianto.
Ianto is very good at what he does because he cares about the needs of others, he looks after them all but the humans really should show more gratitude and help out. He deserves your hug.

Thank you!