Author's Notes:
My second drabble for Challenge 390: Ten at tw100.

Set pre-series.

Summary: Ianto is being observed.

Standing silently in the shadowy archives, Jack watched his newest recruit at his workbench, sorting through a box of miscellaneous objects that had probably come through the Rift years ago.

Each item was picked up, studied, and photographed, before being given a neatly written label with its catalogue number, description, and any other pertinent information. The same information was then typed into the computer database.

It was hypnotic watching the way Ianto’s graceful hands carried out each task with precision, ten slender but strong digits working in harmony; Jack longed to know how the touch of those hands would feel.

The End