Idol - Primeval Fanfic
Title: Idol
Author: Clea2011
Rating: 12
Characters: Connor, Burton
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures, I'm just writing for fun and non-profit.
Spoilers: S5
Word count: 468
Warnings: None, it's perfectly safe to read.
Summary: Philip Burton was one of Connor's idols...
A/N: This sort of stuck in my head and wouldn't go away, I'm sorry! Thanks to
fififolle for beta-reading.
Idol
Philip Burton was one of Connor's idols.
It wasn't that he looked up to him in the same way as he had done Nick Cutter, because Cutter had been his mentor, and his friend. Cutter had introduced him to a whole different life, somewhere that Connor felt valued and appreciated. It was somewhere that he fitted in. No, Philip Burton wasn't like that.
Burton made him feel small and insignificant at first, feeding him little complements that almost always had a little twist in them. He was a brilliant, rich, famous figure, and the fact that he even lowered himself to speak to someone like Connor was enough to start the young scientist's heart racing with barely concealed nerves. He was a geek again around Burton, nervous and unsure of himself. It was as if all his years at the ARC had fallen away and he was an insecure teenager again. But that wasn't it either, not what made Burton so special.
Burton had provided him with an assistant, and that made Connor feel important, just for a little while. She was sort of odd, but then so was Connor and he didn't hold it against her. She was very bossy too, and he soon stopped thinking of her as his assistant because she had Burton's ear and seemed to think it was her place to tell Connor what to do. That was nothing unusual. Everyone always seemed to think it was their place to tell him what to do. It wasn't the assistant, then, although the thought was nice.
Burton had shared the secret New Dawn project with him. He had flattered and deceived him in equal measure, although Connor hadn't realised he was being deceived until it was too late. It had felt good, the flattery, but the deception had outweighed it twentyfold. In the end, it had been Burton's downfall.
Burton had sacrificed himself, and that was heroic and admirable. It had been a wasted gesture, but that wasn't really the point. It made Connor feel miserable, but also made him feel that perhaps his trust and admiration hadn't been completely misplaced. Even that wasn't the thing that really got Connor where Burton was concerned.
It was a silly thing, a simple thing, and he couldn't tell any of his friends because they'd never have stopped teasing him about it if they knew. But from the very first moment that Connor had read one of Burton's articles, and looked at the picture that accompanied it, he was hooked. And when he realised that he was going to be working with the man, he was a bit star struck. Okay, he was a bit older, but Philip Burton was the dead spit of Dr Bashir. And there was nothing Connor loved more than Star Trek...
Author: Clea2011
Rating: 12
Characters: Connor, Burton
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures, I'm just writing for fun and non-profit.
Spoilers: S5
Word count: 468
Warnings: None, it's perfectly safe to read.
Summary: Philip Burton was one of Connor's idols...
A/N: This sort of stuck in my head and wouldn't go away, I'm sorry! Thanks to
fififolle for beta-reading.
Idol
Philip Burton was one of Connor's idols.
It wasn't that he looked up to him in the same way as he had done Nick Cutter, because Cutter had been his mentor, and his friend. Cutter had introduced him to a whole different life, somewhere that Connor felt valued and appreciated. It was somewhere that he fitted in. No, Philip Burton wasn't like that.
Burton made him feel small and insignificant at first, feeding him little complements that almost always had a little twist in them. He was a brilliant, rich, famous figure, and the fact that he even lowered himself to speak to someone like Connor was enough to start the young scientist's heart racing with barely concealed nerves. He was a geek again around Burton, nervous and unsure of himself. It was as if all his years at the ARC had fallen away and he was an insecure teenager again. But that wasn't it either, not what made Burton so special.
Burton had provided him with an assistant, and that made Connor feel important, just for a little while. She was sort of odd, but then so was Connor and he didn't hold it against her. She was very bossy too, and he soon stopped thinking of her as his assistant because she had Burton's ear and seemed to think it was her place to tell Connor what to do. That was nothing unusual. Everyone always seemed to think it was their place to tell him what to do. It wasn't the assistant, then, although the thought was nice.
Burton had shared the secret New Dawn project with him. He had flattered and deceived him in equal measure, although Connor hadn't realised he was being deceived until it was too late. It had felt good, the flattery, but the deception had outweighed it twentyfold. In the end, it had been Burton's downfall.
Burton had sacrificed himself, and that was heroic and admirable. It had been a wasted gesture, but that wasn't really the point. It made Connor feel miserable, but also made him feel that perhaps his trust and admiration hadn't been completely misplaced. Even that wasn't the thing that really got Connor where Burton was concerned.
It was a silly thing, a simple thing, and he couldn't tell any of his friends because they'd never have stopped teasing him about it if they knew. But from the very first moment that Connor had read one of Burton's articles, and looked at the picture that accompanied it, he was hooked. And when he realised that he was going to be working with the man, he was a bit star struck. Okay, he was a bit older, but Philip Burton was the dead spit of Dr Bashir. And there was nothing Connor loved more than Star Trek...