Fic: Into Battle / The Spoils of War
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: James Lester/Alexis Edwards (OFC)
Written for: primeval100
Prompt: The Age of Chivalry
Word Count: 111 / 107
Rating: PG
Alex is late, but her headlong dash to the ops room results in her running into James. The collision scatters paperwork and he grounds out a rare curse.
“Sorry!” She helps him pick everything up, noting how flustered he looks. It doesn’t take a genius to work out the cause. “Wanted by the minister?”
“Our expenses are greater than our results, apparently. You’d think they’d be grateful that we’re stopping their voters from getting eaten.”
She straightens his tie, then smoothes down his ruffled hair. “It’ll be fine,” she assures him. “Go slay the dragon, George.”
James rolls his eyes, but then gives her a rueful smile. “As my Lady commands.”
It’s past lunch by the time James gets back to the ARC. He’s pissed off, hungry and in dire need of something obscenely alcoholic. Slamming into his office, he finds Alex in his chair and an array of tubs spread out over his desk.
“Ah, my Knight returns,” she says, humour lacing her tone. “Went the day well?”
“I’m still alive. Is that Thai?”
“Of course, my liege.”
“Will you quit that?”
“You started it.” She tilts her head. “Does that mean you don’t want your favour?”
He gives her a steady look. “I didn’t say that.”
She rewards his efforts with a soft kiss. “My hero.”
Characters: James Lester/Alexis Edwards (OFC)
Written for: primeval100
Prompt: The Age of Chivalry
Word Count: 111 / 107
Rating: PG
Alex is late, but her headlong dash to the ops room results in her running into James. The collision scatters paperwork and he grounds out a rare curse.
“Sorry!” She helps him pick everything up, noting how flustered he looks. It doesn’t take a genius to work out the cause. “Wanted by the minister?”
“Our expenses are greater than our results, apparently. You’d think they’d be grateful that we’re stopping their voters from getting eaten.”
She straightens his tie, then smoothes down his ruffled hair. “It’ll be fine,” she assures him. “Go slay the dragon, George.”
James rolls his eyes, but then gives her a rueful smile. “As my Lady commands.”
It’s past lunch by the time James gets back to the ARC. He’s pissed off, hungry and in dire need of something obscenely alcoholic. Slamming into his office, he finds Alex in his chair and an array of tubs spread out over his desk.
“Ah, my Knight returns,” she says, humour lacing her tone. “Went the day well?”
“I’m still alive. Is that Thai?”
“Of course, my liege.”
“Will you quit that?”
“You started it.” She tilts her head. “Does that mean you don’t want your favour?”
He gives her a steady look. “I didn’t say that.”
She rewards his efforts with a soft kiss. “My hero.”