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[the_5thdoc]

Well. Isn't this simply wonderful.

The story is typical, really. Typical enough to be boring. The Doctor's been in this situation hundreds, probably thousands of times. Some force is intent on causing havoc in the galaxy, he's equally intent on stopping them, and when push comes to shove he winds up tied up in a storage cupboard. Depending on the

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[te_gwas]

"Hell... o."

The unmistakably Welsh vowel is drawn out for a few moments too long as Ianto rounds the corner and finds the elusive Time Lord for whom he's been searching. He coughs politely to mask a snigger but, noting the blindfold, allows himself a smirk. He can't quite keep all of the amusement out of his voice when he speaks again.

"Am I interrupting something?"

[the_5thdoc]

His voice may be tinged with a hint of annoyance, but he's rather relieved to have been found by a friend. Really, there's much less explaining to do this way.

"You're only interrupting a Xyraxian plot to overthrow the monarchy of Palonius V by keeping me safely out of the way for the duration. Fortunately I did manage to plant a transmitter on one of them, so I'm sure they've long since been swarmed by the royal guards."

The Doctor tests his bonds again, as though one more try will really make a difference to ropes that only seem to grow tighter whenever he moves.

"However, I seem to have... ah... neglected the part of my plan that involves me escaping."

[te_gwas]

"Well, congratulations on saving the day."

Xyraxian, Xyraxian. That rings a bell or two. Ianto flicks through his mental files and doesn't find anything particularly relevant. Why, then, does he feel as if he's heard of the Xyraxians before?

He tries again from a different angle. Aha - skills learned (Jack Harkness): knot tying. He tucks that potentially useful bit of information away for the future.

The Doctor may have noticed by now that Ianto has made no move to free him, or at least remove his blindfold. Interesting, that. Ianto slips his hands into his pockets and scuffs the toe of one shoe on the floor to fill the silence. He knows very well how important sound can be when one's other senses have been dulled.

"And, ah, how long have you been waiting?"

[the_5thdoc]

The Doctor sighs. Well, getting untied should have been simple. He mentally flips through a list of companions who would have jumped to free him, no questions asked... though he supposes there are very few indeed who wouldn't have made some kind of snide remark.

"Three hours, fifty-eight minutes, and forty-three seconds now."

He sighs again, the only real way to express how terribly put upon he is. He tries, for the forty-seventh time, to work his fingers into the loosest coil of rope he can reach. It hasn't done him much good previously, but one can never give up hope on such things.

"These really are very good knots..."

[justbabyfat]

Are you going to eat the celery or can I?