Characters: Ianto, Nosy.
Written For: Challenge 477: Strong at tw100.
Summary: Ianto needs help, but everyone’s out except for a certain alien…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
In retrospect, deciding to tackle this section of the archives while the rest of the team were out of the Hub might not have been one of Ianto’s better ideas. The shelves here, while solidly built and very heavy, were nowhere near as strong as they’d seemed, which was why he was now pinned to the floor by a section that had pulled free from the wall and toppled over.
He’d managed to keep the falling unit from causing him any major injuries, but now he couldn’t shift it enough to get out from underneath and his arms were shaking with the effort of keeping its weight from squashing him.
A slithering sound caught his attention and a fluffy head appeared. Nosy.
“Help!” Ianto wasn’t sure what the Fluff could do, but there wasn’t anyone else.
Nosy, studied the situation briefly, then slithered its front end onto a fallen crate, gripped part of the shelf in its mouth, and pushed upwards as hard as it could.
The heavy unit started to move, lifting just enough for Ianto to pull himself out. Getting up, he helped Nosy lower it again.
“Thanks. I think we both need a coffee after that.”