Primeval fic: Endings and Beginnings (1a/6)
Title: Endings and Beginnings (1/6)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~6020 in this part (~21500 in total).
Characters: Claudia Brown, Nick Cutter, Mr Harrison (OC), James Lester, Abby Maitland, David 'Ditzy'Owen (OC), Rex, Connor Temple.
Pairings: James Lester/Abby Maitland, James Lester/David 'Ditzy' Owen, Claudia Brown/Nick Cutter (implied), Tom Ryan/Connor Temple (implied)
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money and will replace. Ditzy belongs to the wonderful Fredbasset.
Warning (for all parts): Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Het, Slash.
A/N: Thanks to the wonderful Fred for the beta.
A/N2: Split into two as LJ says the post is too large. Part 1b
Lester rubbed his temples and sighed as he waited for his team to arrive for yet another, no-doubt thrilling, debriefing with the annoying professor and his bunch of misfits. Just what he needed after yet another night without enough sleep. The bloody persistent headache that had woken him in the early hours, before keeping him awake for most of the night, still hadn't taken the hint and vanished.
His thoughts turned back to the meeting and a smile flicked across his face as Lester realised it would mean he'd get to see Abby. As far as Lester could tell, she was the only one of the team who'd lined up the day common sense had been handed out. Obviously Cutter and the others had been too busy if their antics were anything to go by, especially Connor.
The smile grew as he allowed himself to think of Abby. He admired her, the way she'd stand up to him if she thought he was wrong. Her spunk and loyalty. The way she could grab his attention ... Lester stopped those thoughts. They were not ones he should be having over a young slip of a girl. What would Abby think if she found out? That he was a dirty old pervert and she'd be right. Lester gave himself a mental shake. No happiness that way, old man.
*****
Abby rolled her eyes at the petty argument Nick was trying to have with Lester. Her lips twitched at the way Lester effortlessly shot down Nick's latest harebrained suggestion. She loved the way Lester could enter a room and command the attention of everyone there. It made her ... she blushed slightly and kicked Connor when he smirked at her. What had ever possessed her to tell Connor the truth? Although, would she have found out about Lester if she hadn't?
*****
Once the team had left his office, Lester sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. He should have known better after all this time. He might have known that Cutter would make the meeting dissolve into arguments. Lester wasn't sure if the man did it deliberately or if he just couldn't accept that he wasn't always right.
Lester knew he should have just taken his headache tablets before the meeting. He sighed. Had he realised just how annoying the mad professor was going to be he might have done, even if it had meant taking them too soon after the previous dose. Even an overdose would have been better than listening to Cutter's grating voice in counterpart to his still-pounding head. With a sigh Lester began to root through his desk. Where the hell did I put them?
A gentle knock had Lester peering blearily up at the Special Forces Medic, Lieutenant Owen, or Ditzy as Lester remembered he seemed to prefer.
“You look like you could use these, sir.” Ditzy spoke quietly as he held out his hands to Lester.
Lester blinked at the glass and tablets Ditzy was offering him, before he smiled as he quickly downed the tablets. His eyes closed as he waited for his headache to recede. Bloody hell, Ditzy was a real lifesaver. Not to mention that he had a fine body that Lester wouldn't mind getting to know personally. It was just such a pity the soldier was tragically straight.
*****
Ditzy's cock twitched at the sight of Lester with his head thrown back as he downed those tablets. The way his throat worked had Ditzy trying to shift into a more comfortable position as he imaged Lester swallowing around him. It was a pity that Lester was married with kids. He wouldn't look twice at another man and, considering how ruthless Lester could be, Ditzy would find himself off the project and in some dark and inhospitable hell-hole if he even suggested that he fancied Lester. Ditzy left quickly before he could embarrass himself, a good, long, cold shower would sort him out.
*****
Lester pressed the heels of his hands hard against his eyes. Just how bloody long does it take for these bloody useless painkillers to kick in? The lights in his office seemed to be trying to pierce his skull and scoop out his brains. At least, that was what it felt like, and if it ended the pain, Lester would even welcome it. Fuck! They're not working. Maybe if I try to work? Try to take my mind off of it?
Reaching out for one of the pens on his desk Lester looked up as his fingers close around air. He glared at the pen and then at his hand - several inches from where the pen was. What the fuck? His second attempt ended up knocking the pen to the floor, where Lester just glared at it, he certainly wasn't going to bend down to get it and set off his nausea.
Lester glanced at the time as he twitched the first document off the pile. He sighed and rubbed his tired eyes as the words swirled and danced in front of him. Great, not enough sleep and my eyes start playing tricks. Another sign I'm getting old.
A sharp rap on the door had Lester wincing as he looked up at Claudia, blinking several times before he could focus on her. “Yes?”
“Sir James? Are you feeling all right? Your face is flushed and you're sweating ...” Her voice trailed off.
Lester frowned as he glanced at the clock. How the hell did I lose 10 minutes? Maybe my lack of sleep is catching up with me?
Claudia managed to sound both calm and concerned as she continued, “Do you want me to call Lieutenant Owen, James?”
Lester waved her concern off. “I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache.” At that moment the ADD screamed and Lester gripped his head in both hands as he moaned in pain, the sound stabbing deep into his brain.
“James?” Claudia didn't sound convinced and Lester felt her hand on his shoulder. “I'm calling Lieutenant Owen.”
“No! I'll be fine.” Managing to produce one of his much-practised smiles, Lester continued, “I'll take some painkillers and meet you at the ADD.” When she didn't move, he sighed, “Please continue with you job, Miss Brown, and let me do mine.”
Lester sighed again once Claudia had reluctantly nodded and left him. He must have dozed off, although not for the several hours of sleep that he knew he'd need to get rid of this fucking headache. He rubbed his eyes, work comes first, dear boy, he thought as he fished out some anti-nausea medication and swallowed it dry. Hopefully, I can just send the annoying professor and his Scooby Gang out and be done with it. Rising to his feet, Lester felt nausea rising in his gut as the room tilted and swayed around him. He swallowed and held onto his desk in a vice-like grip. Must have got up too fast. Take it easy, old boy.
Once his nausea settled and his office stilled, Lester made his way down to the atrium, although he trailed one hand along the banister as his balance still felt off. His steps slower than normal, Lester's heart sank as he neared the ADD. The address flashing up was familiar. Too familiar. He closed his eyes and sighed. So much for a few hours sleep on my couch. “Claudia, please call my car.”
“Sir James?”
“Bryan Henderson is a bastard to deal with, but he is an old... acquaintance of mine.” Lester noticed that Cutter raised an eyebrow but the man had the decency to stay quiet, for once. “It will be easier if I just deal with him and his... questions.”
*****
Lester sighed as his car pulled up at the anomaly site and ended his few minutes of respite from the outside world. He could already see Henderson blustering about and trying to throw his considerable weight around. Lester was going to enjoy this.
“Well, well, well. If it isn't my old friend Bryan Henderson. I do hope you aren't bothering the ladies?” Lester's words oozed with condescension.
*****
Abby watched in admiration as Lester soon had the annoying businessman stammering and turning a rather unattractive shade of red. The man was obviously not happy to see Lester and soon stormed off as fast as he could waddle. Abby raised an impressed eyebrow, “That was effective, even for Lester.”
Ditzy shot Connor an interested look when the younger man muttered. “Henderson's the reason that Lester's now divorced.”
“Got money has he?” Ditzy couldn't help asking.
Connor nodded. “Rolling in it, why?”
Abby snorted. “He'd have to be, Con.”
*****
After Henderson, the rest of the operation had been easier than Lester had expected. Well, if one ignored Temple managing to fall into the ornamental pond. At times, that boy was a menace to himself and to others. He really had no idea what Ryan saw in the young geek and he'd concluded that it must be the soldier's protective instincts kicking in.
Lester sighed as his head pounded, at least the chaos of the anomaly had distracted him from his headache. Now, in the calm after the storm, he could only hope that watching the clean-up operation would give him the time he needed to gather his tattered control. He really didn't want to yell at someone just because he was in pain. Shivering as his skin began to crawl, Lester wrapped his coat tighter around him. He swallowed convulsing as his nausea returned as he watched his car seem to rhythmically grow and shrink in size.
“It's all tidied up, sir. Sir?” Claudia sounded concerned, “Sir James? James? Are you feeling OK?”
Lester managed to nod and instantly regretted it. He spun and held onto something as he began to vomit. His head pounded even harder with his movements.
He could hear Claudia's voice but the thudding in his head drowned out the meaning of her words. Lester heard another known voice: male, calm and controlled. Cold hands held Lester's head, the coolness soothing his pounding head. Then he jerked his head free as something stabbed into his eyes, the pounding in his head mounting to an excruciating pitch as nausea rose in his gorge.
*****
Claudia became alarmed when Lester paled and swallowed convulsively before he almost collided with a wall as he spun and began to vomit. She supported him and became even more concerned when he didn't respond to his name, instead moaning as he held his head.
“Lieutenant Owen! Ditzy!” Claudia called out, worry making her voice shrill.
Ditzy hurried over and quickly took charge of the situation. His hands were gentle as he examined Lester, even though the man was not cooperating with him, pulling away when Ditzy tried to use his penlight to examine Lester's eyes. The rest of the team gathered nearby out of a mixture of curiosity and concern.
“Looks like a severe migraine, Miss Brown. A good night's sleep should sort him out.” Ditzy rummaged through his kit before pulling out some tablets. “And some painkillers.”
Claudia nodded as a thoughtful look crossing her face. “I'm not happy with the thought of Sir James being by himself, Ditzy.”
Abby quickly spoke. “My place isn't far. He can stay there for the night.” She trod on Connor's foot when he grinned at her.
“If you're sure, Miss Maitland.”
“Yes, I am, Ditzy, and please call me Abby.”
Ditzy nodded before considering Lester again. “Right, just get you on your feet, sir. Nice and easy. No sudden movements.”
Abby stepped forward to help, adding. “My car's just over there.”
*****
“Up the stairs and to the left.” And in my bed.
“Right. One foot in front the other, sir. That's good.” Ditzy's voice was calm and encouraging as they manoeuvred Lester into the bedroom and onto the bed.
“He can't sleep like that.” Abby pointed out. Hopefully.
Abby smirked as she noticed Ditzy swallow hard before agreeing with her. Interesting, very interesting. Abby found herself swallowing as well as she helped strip an unresisting and seemingly unaware Lester to his boxers. Her fingertips lingered on the revealed skin until a cleared throat broke her attention.
“Will you be OK with him, Abby? I can give you my number if you want, in case you need it. Not that I think anything will happen.”
Abby returned her gaze from the man now sleeping in her bed. “Um. Yes. Thanks.” She blushed slightly at Ditzy's knowing smile.
“I'll see myself out, Miss.”
*****
Rex chirped as he flew around the room.
“Rex! Please come here.” Abby whispered as she patted her lap.
Rex landed with an inquisitive chirp then he seemed to notice the man lying motionless in his Abby's bed.
“Shh, Rex. Don't wake him.”
With a hop, Rex took up a position on the headboard, folding his wings back with a chirp as he joined Abby in watching the sleeping man.
Abby's hand rested on Lester's back, stroking lightly as her thoughts ran around the fact that this could be her chance to see if he was interested. Especially now she knew he was unattached.
As a soft moan caught her attention, Abby continued to stroke his back, “Easy, James. Just take it easy.”
*****
The incessant thudding in his head woke Lester, although he was groggy enough that it took him several moments to realise he was in a strange bed and wearing very little. It took some time longer for him to realise that he was sharing it with an equally undressed Abby. Blinking in confusion, Lester moved too fast and the room began to spin around him. He moaned as his head felt like it was going to explode as his headache shifted up several notches.
Gentle hands stroked down his back, fingers pressing hard into his spasming muscles as a voice he know was Abby's spoke calmingly to him. “Easy, James. Just easy. Shh.” He felt a kiss on his bowed head and buried it against her as he sought to escape the pain.
*****
Abby smiled softly as she held Lester in her arms, maybe he was interested in her?
She stroked her hands down his back and felt his muscles start to relax as he drifted asleep.
A short time later, Abby felt Lester begin to stir and tightened her hold on him. “Easy James. No sudden moves. Don't hurt yourself this time, OK?”
Lester softly cursed as he remembered that painful awakening, although this one was barely less intense.
Abby smiled as she stoked her fingers through his hair. “Ditzy wants you to rest and relax. It'll help your headache.”
Lester moaned softly, his voice raspy, “Abby ...” He licked his dry lips before he continued, “Abby. What am I doing here?”
Abby tightened her hug, relieved that Ditzy had already told herv that Lester might not remember. “You had a severe migraine and Ditzy said you needed to crash somewhere. My bed was the nearest.” She smiled to herself at the thought.
Lester found he was too tired to even raise an eyebrow. “Where is everyone else now?”
“Err ... they've gone home.”
As the information sank in, Lester tried to pull out of Abby's arms. “We're alone?”
Firmly entrapping him in her arms, Abby smiled. “If I'd known you'd be this shy ...” Her hand stroked down his back until it rested on his boxer-clad arse. “You need to relax,” she told him as her hand slipped around to cup him. “Let me relax you, James.”
Lester groaned and pulled her down for a kiss. The medication Ditzy had given him served to dull that part of his mind that would have screamed not to. That she was too young. That he was too old. That this was an abuse of his position.
Their tongues duelled as her hand gently squeezed him. Lester groaned into the kiss as her hand squirmed inside his boxers and held him, squeezing him.
Abby grinned at the effect she was having on the normally oh-so-controlled civil servant, even allowing for the migraine and Ditzy's drugs. She pushed Lester back against the pillows as she slowly kissed her way down his body, her hand still busy in his boxers. When her lips touched the material, Abby twisted her fingers and pulled the boxers off when Lester helplessly raised his hips. Grinning at him, Abby teased Lester's cock as her other hand fondled his balls. “Just let me take care of you, James.” She slowly licked him, before she took him into her mouth and gently sucked. Abby took her time as she drove all thoughts of pain from Lester's mind.
Lester thrust helplessly into Abby's mouth and groaned at her touch. “Oh God, Abby ...”
Abby smiled around her mouthful as she swallowed the bitter liquid and then licked him clean, her tongue very thorough. She grinned at his muttered curse as she felt him respond. Leaving him half-erect, Abby kissed him and shared his come with him. “So, James? Feeling better?”
Lester couldn't help smiling at her. “I don't think Ditzy would've recommended that treatment.”
Abby smirked as she kissed him again. “Well, no, but would you want Ditzy sucking you off?” A thoughtful look crossed her face as she remembered Ditzy's hands lingering on Lester's skin. “Hmm ... though that would look rather hot.”
Lester quirked an eyebrow. “You're just blown me and now you want to set me up with a bloke?”
Abby smiled as she stroked his cock to full hardness. “No, not really. I want you to fuck me.” She kissed him. “We can think about you doing it with a bloke later.”
Lester groaned and closed his eyes. “God, what did I do to deserve this?” He yelped when Abby's hand squeezed him hard, before groaning deeply when she settled onto his cock. His hands found her arse and pulled her tightly against him. Thrusting up to meet her, his lips found and gently sucked a nipple.