couple of mini-ficlets
I wrote these as part of the drabble-tree over on Primeval_canon, and decided to re-post them on my lj. Neither is actually 100 words, so strictly speaking I suppose they're mini-ficlets rather than drabbles. One is fluff, the other... isn't. Really, it isn't.
Title: Memories
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Ryan/Connor
Rating: 15
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 120
Summary: The morning after the night before.
Ryan had been lying awake watching his sleeping partner for at least an hour before there was any sign of movement. Connor rolled over, stopped when he encountered a solid body next to him, and woke with an adorably confused expression.
"Morning," Ryan said cheerfully.
Connor blinked blearily at him.
"Either I had far too much to drink last night, or this is a dream."
"Yes and no, in that order."
"Oh."
Ryan smiled. "You should get drunk more often. You get a lot more confident."
"So we...?"
Ryan nodded, and then paused. "You do remember what happened last night, don't you?"
Connor flushed red. "Well, you see, that's the other thing that tends to happen when I get drunk."
Title: Death of Innocence
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Cutter, Abby, Connor, soldier/cleaner
Rating: 18
Warnings: violence
Spoilers: 2.7 I suppose
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 125
Summary: There are some things that you can’t come back from.
The siege ends with a single gunshot.
Cutter races down the corridor and flings the door open, terrified of what he might see. Abby and Connor had been held hostage by one of the soldier/cleaner clones for five hours. The clone had cut off their video surveillance after two hours, but even in just that time there had been more violence than Cutter could ever imagine anyone wanting to inflict on his youngest assistants.
The clone lies dead in a rapidly spreading pool of blood. Abby is crouched near him, battered, bruised, her eyes wide.
But it's the look in Connor's eyes that really scares him. Connor, the one who is holding the gun.
Cutter wonders which man has really just died in this room.
Title: Memories
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Ryan/Connor
Rating: 15
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 120
Summary: The morning after the night before.
Ryan had been lying awake watching his sleeping partner for at least an hour before there was any sign of movement. Connor rolled over, stopped when he encountered a solid body next to him, and woke with an adorably confused expression.
"Morning," Ryan said cheerfully.
Connor blinked blearily at him.
"Either I had far too much to drink last night, or this is a dream."
"Yes and no, in that order."
"Oh."
Ryan smiled. "You should get drunk more often. You get a lot more confident."
"So we...?"
Ryan nodded, and then paused. "You do remember what happened last night, don't you?"
Connor flushed red. "Well, you see, that's the other thing that tends to happen when I get drunk."
Title: Death of Innocence
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Cutter, Abby, Connor, soldier/cleaner
Rating: 18
Warnings: violence
Spoilers: 2.7 I suppose
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 125
Summary: There are some things that you can’t come back from.
The siege ends with a single gunshot.
Cutter races down the corridor and flings the door open, terrified of what he might see. Abby and Connor had been held hostage by one of the soldier/cleaner clones for five hours. The clone had cut off their video surveillance after two hours, but even in just that time there had been more violence than Cutter could ever imagine anyone wanting to inflict on his youngest assistants.
The clone lies dead in a rapidly spreading pool of blood. Abby is crouched near him, battered, bruised, her eyes wide.
But it's the look in Connor's eyes that really scares him. Connor, the one who is holding the gun.
Cutter wonders which man has really just died in this room.