Master
Ianto filed a copy of his latest report in the appropriate archive, pausing when he was done to enjoy the silence of the archives for a moment. He'd sent the intern home early, and with the other archivist on leave, he had the entirety of the cavernous room to himself. He closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall a moment, only to tense when he felt the texture change. A door, directly behind him, that shouldn't exist.
He turned to glare at it a moment before reaching for the knob, slowly turning it, and pushing the door open without stepping through. Not the hallway he usually came out on this time, but a darkened room. He studied it a long moment before stepping through, closing it behind him, sighing when it faded into the wall. He hated when that happened.
He headed for the door, raising a mental eyebrow at the street access instead of a hallway before stepping out. He hadn't gone far when he saw a familiar face, and froze for a moment. "Sir?" It couldn't be his employer, not with the snide and irritated commentary back with each of his reports. But he had no doubts it was the Master. The face was all too familiar.