Ianto set the last box on the final shelf and stepped back, dusting his hands off and smiling in satisfaction. It had taken him nearly two years of working every minute he could spare, but the mammoth task he’d begun when he first joined Torchwood Three was finally finished.
Every alien artefact and time-displaced object was labelled and in the correct place on the shelves, every paper report was cross-referenced, scanned into the computer system and properly filed. The archives were finally in order.
Grabbing a carefully hoarded bottle of champagne, he headed to find Jack; celebrations were in order.