It was a momentous day for Ianto. Months of lessons at Torchwood One’s private facility, long hours of practicing, sleepless nights spent cramming for the written exam… Everything had been leading to this moment.
His friends in Research were quick to tell him he’d drawn the toughest examiner of the lot, which did nothing to calm his nerves, but he was determined not to let anything affect his performance; he’d been waiting a long time for this.
At the end of the test, there was silence. Then…
“Congratulations, Mr. Jones, you’ve passed.”
Ianto couldn’t wait to tear up his L-plates!