Fic: If you don't ask...
FANDOM: Primeval
PAIRING: Connor / Stephen
WORD COUNT: 504
NOTES: For the Primeval_Denial Valentines Gift Box exchange for Goldarrow, using the prompt “What exactly do you think would happen if I asked him out?”
If you don’t ask…
Connor let out another long sigh, leaning his chin on his hand, elbow on the table and his gaze focussed on the group of people at the opposite side of the room. When Abby set a mug of tea on the table in front of him, the thud broke him out of his thoughts with a jump.
“Thanks.”
“So, do I even need to ask what’s got you sighing like a lovestruck teenager?” Abby asked with a smile.
Connor’s eyes widened in alarm. “What? No, I wasn’t…” he sighed again. “Is it that obvious?”
“To me? Yes,” Abby informed him. “To him, I don’t think so. Look, if you like him that much, don’t you think that actually going to talk to him would be better than staring at him from across the room?”
Connor shook his head. “I can’t. He thinks I’m an idiot.”
“No, he doesn’t.”
She and Connor both looked over to where Stephen, Cutter and one of the technicians were arguing about something. Well, Cutter and the technician were the ones arguing whilst Stephen watched in amusement, occasionally chipping in with a comment that seemed to be prolonging the argument rather than helping if Cutter’s waving hand gestures were anything to go by.
“There’s no way that someone that hot would even look twice at me.”
This time, Abby laughed out loud. “Ok, this is pathetic. Either man up and do something about it or stop moping.”
“I’m glad you find this so amusing,” Connor grumbled. “And I’m not moping.”
“Are too.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes longer, drinking their tea.
“Abby? What do you think would happen if I asked him out?”
“You’ll never know unless you actually ask,” Abby told him. “And here’s your chance,” she added, as the argument across the room broke up, Cutter and the technician heading toward one of the labs as Stephen got himself a mug of coffee and glanced toward their table.
“Stephen, come and join us,” she called out.
“Abby! What the hell are you doing?”
“Helping you,” she said quietly. “Don’t mess it up!”
“Actually, take my seat,” she told Stephen as he reached them. “I need to get going.”
~ ~ ~ ~
As he listened to the story that Stephen was telling him, he realised that Abby was right. If he didn’t ask, he’d never know. And if he didn’t do it now, he’d lose his nerve again.
“Stephen? I was wondering… Um, if you wanted to, maybe you’d like to go for a drink with me? Or dinner, or something?”
Stephen stared at him for a long moment, long enough that Connor was about to start apologising and make a run for the door, when Stephen smiled.
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Connor.”
“Okay,” Connor echoed, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Brilliant.”
End.
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PAIRING: Connor / Stephen
WORD COUNT: 504
NOTES: For the Primeval_Denial Valentines Gift Box exchange for Goldarrow, using the prompt “What exactly do you think would happen if I asked him out?”
If you don’t ask…
Connor let out another long sigh, leaning his chin on his hand, elbow on the table and his gaze focussed on the group of people at the opposite side of the room. When Abby set a mug of tea on the table in front of him, the thud broke him out of his thoughts with a jump.
“Thanks.”
“So, do I even need to ask what’s got you sighing like a lovestruck teenager?” Abby asked with a smile.
Connor’s eyes widened in alarm. “What? No, I wasn’t…” he sighed again. “Is it that obvious?”
“To me? Yes,” Abby informed him. “To him, I don’t think so. Look, if you like him that much, don’t you think that actually going to talk to him would be better than staring at him from across the room?”
Connor shook his head. “I can’t. He thinks I’m an idiot.”
“No, he doesn’t.”
She and Connor both looked over to where Stephen, Cutter and one of the technicians were arguing about something. Well, Cutter and the technician were the ones arguing whilst Stephen watched in amusement, occasionally chipping in with a comment that seemed to be prolonging the argument rather than helping if Cutter’s waving hand gestures were anything to go by.
“There’s no way that someone that hot would even look twice at me.”
This time, Abby laughed out loud. “Ok, this is pathetic. Either man up and do something about it or stop moping.”
“I’m glad you find this so amusing,” Connor grumbled. “And I’m not moping.”
“Are too.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes longer, drinking their tea.
“Abby? What do you think would happen if I asked him out?”
“You’ll never know unless you actually ask,” Abby told him. “And here’s your chance,” she added, as the argument across the room broke up, Cutter and the technician heading toward one of the labs as Stephen got himself a mug of coffee and glanced toward their table.
“Stephen, come and join us,” she called out.
“Abby! What the hell are you doing?”
“Helping you,” she said quietly. “Don’t mess it up!”
“Actually, take my seat,” she told Stephen as he reached them. “I need to get going.”
~ ~ ~ ~
As he listened to the story that Stephen was telling him, he realised that Abby was right. If he didn’t ask, he’d never know. And if he didn’t do it now, he’d lose his nerve again.
“Stephen? I was wondering… Um, if you wanted to, maybe you’d like to go for a drink with me? Or dinner, or something?”
Stephen stared at him for a long moment, long enough that Connor was about to start apologising and make a run for the door, when Stephen smiled.
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Connor.”
“Okay,” Connor echoed, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Brilliant.”
End.
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