Fic: Locked out
FANDOM: Primeval
PAIRING: None
WORD COUNT: 515
NOTES: For the Primeval_Denial Valentines Gift Box exchange for Neitie, using the prompt “Locked in”
Locked out
Ryan turned to glare at Stephen, who in turn glared at Connor.
“What are you looking at me for?” Connor protested. “I wasn’t the one driving.”
Stephen hmm’ed thoughtfully, looking back to Ryan. “Good point.”
“Hang on a minute, you were last out of the car because you were faffing about with your bloody jacket!” Ryan snapped at Connor.
“Yes, and I was in the back. You left the keys on the front seat.” Connor told him, looking pointedly at the bunch of keys on the driver’s seat of the Hilux. The locked Hilux.
Unfortunately, they’d realised that the keys were locked inside the vehicle shortly after the others had left, taking with them any chance of a lift home.
“Can’t we break in?” Connor asked. “One of you must know how.”
Stephen shook his head. “Why on Earth would I know how? Do I really look as though I spent my youth boosting cars?”
“I could, if I had the right tools.” They both turned to Ryan in disbelief and he shrugged. “You can’t exactly call the AA when someone loses the keys to a truck in a warzone.”
“But we can do that here. Call the AA, I mean.” Connor shivered and huddled further into his jacket, pulling his hood up over his head.
Despite his reluctance, Stephen had to agree. It was freezing out here, and getting dark, and he had about as much inclination to be stuck here all night as Connor.
~ ~ ~ ~
They were sitting on the wet grass next to the Hilux, the water slowly seeping through layers of jeans and coats, when the familiar yellow and black van pulled up half an hour later. It was a credit to the woman who got out and approached them that she didn’t just turn around and drive away as fast as she could when she saw them. As it was, the looks she gave them varied from ‘what the hell?’ as she saw the muddy clothes and bruise forming on Stephen’s temple from being knocked aside by one of the creatures, to wary when she caught sight of the weaponry strapped to Ryan and the tranquiliser gun slung over Stephen’s shoulder.
Connor waved and smiled at her. “Thanks for coming out here. We’re not completely weird, honest. We were on a training exercise.”
She didn’t look convinced, but she did look a little more at ease. Which turned to a badly disguised laugh when he confessed to the reason they’d called for her help.
After getting some tools from the back of the van, it took less than a minute for her to pop the lock on the driver’s side door and retrieve the keys.
“I’ll take those,” Stephen told her, with a sidelong glance at Ryan. “I don’t think he can be trusted with them again.”
~ ~ ~ ~
The drive back the ARC didn’t take long and, as he shut off the engine, Stephen turned in the driver’s seat to face the other two.
“We don’t tell Lester about this, agreed?”
Ryan and Connor nodded. “Agreed.”
End
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PAIRING: None
WORD COUNT: 515
NOTES: For the Primeval_Denial Valentines Gift Box exchange for Neitie, using the prompt “Locked in”
Locked out
Ryan turned to glare at Stephen, who in turn glared at Connor.
“What are you looking at me for?” Connor protested. “I wasn’t the one driving.”
Stephen hmm’ed thoughtfully, looking back to Ryan. “Good point.”
“Hang on a minute, you were last out of the car because you were faffing about with your bloody jacket!” Ryan snapped at Connor.
“Yes, and I was in the back. You left the keys on the front seat.” Connor told him, looking pointedly at the bunch of keys on the driver’s seat of the Hilux. The locked Hilux.
Unfortunately, they’d realised that the keys were locked inside the vehicle shortly after the others had left, taking with them any chance of a lift home.
“Can’t we break in?” Connor asked. “One of you must know how.”
Stephen shook his head. “Why on Earth would I know how? Do I really look as though I spent my youth boosting cars?”
“I could, if I had the right tools.” They both turned to Ryan in disbelief and he shrugged. “You can’t exactly call the AA when someone loses the keys to a truck in a warzone.”
“But we can do that here. Call the AA, I mean.” Connor shivered and huddled further into his jacket, pulling his hood up over his head.
Despite his reluctance, Stephen had to agree. It was freezing out here, and getting dark, and he had about as much inclination to be stuck here all night as Connor.
~ ~ ~ ~
They were sitting on the wet grass next to the Hilux, the water slowly seeping through layers of jeans and coats, when the familiar yellow and black van pulled up half an hour later. It was a credit to the woman who got out and approached them that she didn’t just turn around and drive away as fast as she could when she saw them. As it was, the looks she gave them varied from ‘what the hell?’ as she saw the muddy clothes and bruise forming on Stephen’s temple from being knocked aside by one of the creatures, to wary when she caught sight of the weaponry strapped to Ryan and the tranquiliser gun slung over Stephen’s shoulder.
Connor waved and smiled at her. “Thanks for coming out here. We’re not completely weird, honest. We were on a training exercise.”
She didn’t look convinced, but she did look a little more at ease. Which turned to a badly disguised laugh when he confessed to the reason they’d called for her help.
After getting some tools from the back of the van, it took less than a minute for her to pop the lock on the driver’s side door and retrieve the keys.
“I’ll take those,” Stephen told her, with a sidelong glance at Ryan. “I don’t think he can be trusted with them again.”
~ ~ ~ ~
The drive back the ARC didn’t take long and, as he shut off the engine, Stephen turned in the driver’s seat to face the other two.
“We don’t tell Lester about this, agreed?”
Ryan and Connor nodded. “Agreed.”
End
.