Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 253: Moving Mountains at tw100.

I'm quite pleased with the way this one turned out, it's a change of pace for me - serious instead of fluffy or funny.

Ianto stared in horrified fascination. The Torchwood Three archives were a disaster area. In fact, ‘archives’ was something of a misnomer.

Paper files were stuffed untidily in dozens of metal filing cabinets, packed so tightly they might burst, while alien artefacts and rift debris had been crammed on shelves until they were full, then piled on the floor wherever there was room.

A lesser man would have despaired, but Ianto Jones was made of sterner stuff.

How do you move a mountain? One rock at a time.

He took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and set to work.

The End