Something in the Cairngorms (1/1)
Title: Something in the Cairngorms
Rating: K
Author: jlrpuck
Characters: Elias McCoy and a bunch of guys you’ve never heard of
Disclaimer: The characters contained in this story are the products of my imagination; as such, I retain all right to and ownership of them.
Summary: An Elias-ian adventure in the days before Ruby.
Notes: It’s funny ( Read more... )
Rating: K
Author: jlrpuck
Characters: Elias McCoy and a bunch of guys you’ve never heard of
Disclaimer: The characters contained in this story are the products of my imagination; as such, I retain all right to and ownership of them.
Summary: An Elias-ian adventure in the days before Ruby.
Notes: It’s funny ( Read more... )
Definitely pictured Derek Riddell in scruffy-peacoated-ex-cop mode.
That got him to sit bolt upright, his eyes immediately scanning the dark for any threats.
McCoy the meerkat!
"Well, normally yes. But they're not quite where they should be, you see. And since we're on leave and they're due back soon, well…they'd like to avoid any trouble."
Yeah, yeah, who’s naked and trussed to a tree? XD
"Into the Cairngorms."
And now Peter’s crack to Annie about how things are going up in the Cairngorms takes a turn for the weird.
But parts of the Cairngorms also held a darker edge: a large swath of them were marked off-limits by the government, and were surrounded by whispers of fantastical tales that defied description.
This is making me highly nostalgic for Shadowrun.
The Cairngorms were dicey enough on a clear day in mid-summer; in a restricted area in the teeth of winter, they were nothing short of a bloody nightmare.
How many bottles of whiskey are they going to get for this one?
"Have ye any idea how long I've been working to get this lass to agree to a pint? Now I'll most likely end the night in jail rather than in her bed."
Elias! You little boy whore.
"No, we're not. There's an unclassified map, if you look hard enough."
In someone’s crank file?
Robert laughed. "No, McCoy. You've got t'stop worrying so. It's a copy of the original, and there's a copy of that copy. It'll be missed if we lose it, but it's not irreplaceable. Now give it a good look and tell me our running route."
The Marauders. Seriously.
He really did need to find time to go home-but he suspected the return from this particular trip wouldn't be the best time for that.
The thought of the lads sitting crammed together on Elias’ mum’s sofa with their hands patiently folded as she sets doilies down on her parlor table is too priceless.
"Coffee heathen."
"Tea snob."
And yet they would probably both be horrified by a dirty chai.
"And why-" Elias straightened, stretching his neck. "No, never mind. When we find these two, and get them out, then I'll worry about trying to understand what could possibly have possessed them to do this."
Did they think they were going to find the Koh-i-noor?
He made a mental note to do a bit of research-how had the town managed to avoid that fate?
Local Torchwood branch?
"Maybe that's why it isn't public. You can see almost anything within a fair few kilometres from here, I bet."
Does the London government actually worry about violent revolt in Scotland? Or vice versa?
"Surely a sign that a storm's coming, then."
If I didn’t know better…
"A spot of bother came up with work tonight, I don't suppose we could re-schedule?"
This Claire not know what he does for a living?
He quickly squashed the grin that escaped at that. It was hardly his fault that he'd dated several of the village women who'd slipped him their numbers. They'd offered, after all.
Dog!
"A werewolf."
Elias tried to keep from snorting at Mikes’ statement, but lost the battle.
Just wait ‘til he finds out all this crap he hears about ain’t nothing compared to what’s going on around him all the time!
"No idea. But something was behind us. I was about to warn you when you changed course."
Four strapping servicemen would be a better meal than all the tiny woodland creatures in the vicinity, that’s for sure.
"Nothing I've ever seen. Big, though. Glad it decided to stay away-I don't think the gun would have been much use."
The understatement of the century, that.
Spitty hesitated only a moment before accepting Elias's offer, handing over the keys.
They’ll certainly get back faster!
"You know, McCoy, for a devious bastard you're still far too honest sometimes. I've got a plan, and it'll work."
Well? Spill!
He set off to his building with a sudden spring in his own step, whistling one of the old pub tunes his gran had sung to him as a boy.
Aw, now I want to meet his gran!
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