Primeval drabbles: "Babysitting duty" & "Mock the sitter" (Lacey, Cutter)
Title: Babysitting duty.
Author: Keenir.
Reference & Author's note: I was minding my own business, trying to write nothing that wasn't part of the ficathons, when I see the images here...and Tanya starts talking to me again.
(do that one more time, young lady, and I'll return to my original threat of having you narrate the ficathon entry)
Summary: It is Tanya's job to keep an eye on the captive Helen Cutter.
Author's note: I think Tanya keeps drawing the short straw. That's probably the only way to explain it.
(though revenge may play a part)
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Seated on the concrete berm, Helen watched the young SF officer sitting on the next berm over, her rifle aimed directly and casually at Helen. "Perhaps it would be best if I -"
"No," Lt. Lacey said flatly.
Helen frowned. "But I haven't even said -"
"Good."
"How can it be -"
"Easily."
"And what if I were to say -"
"Tough."
"To put it bluntly -"
Lacey rolled her eyes.
"- I have to go."
"Then you have two options."
Deliberately quoting Methos, "Oh I'm all for choices," Helen said.
"You can turn around, or you can hold it."
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the end
and we can imagine the look on Helen's face, can't we?
Title: Mock the sitter.
Author: Keenir.
Reference & Author's note: I was minding my own business, trying to write nothing that wasn't part of the ficathons, when I see the images here...and Tanya starts talking to me again.
(do that one more time, young lady, and I'll return to my original threat of having you narrate the ficathon entry)
translation: in American English, "sitter" is an abbreviation of "babysitter."
Summary: an empty beach and a comfy rock; the only downside is having been instructed to keep an eye on Helen Cutter, who's (one suspects) getting back for that offense to her bladder.
Author's note: I think Tanya keeps drawing the short straw. That's probably the only way to explain it.
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Helen Cutter lay back, stretching on the sandy beach.
Tanya wondered if an anomaly would show up and tear the prisoner to pieces - one couldn't exactly say 'I tried to stop it, sir' in such an instance.
Helen buried and unburied her feet.
Lacey hoped Kermit or one of the other guys got back soon.
Helen arched her back.
"You can do that all you like," Lt. Lacey shrugged.
"I wasn't aware I needed permission."
"Makes no nevermind to me, ma'am. I don't bend that way."
"Bad back?"
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the end
author's note: it's a good thing the only rock at hand is too big to throw.
Author: Keenir.
Reference & Author's note: I was minding my own business, trying to write nothing that wasn't part of the ficathons, when I see the images here...and Tanya starts talking to me again.
(do that one more time, young lady, and I'll return to my original threat of having you narrate the ficathon entry)
Summary: It is Tanya's job to keep an eye on the captive Helen Cutter.
Author's note: I think Tanya keeps drawing the short straw. That's probably the only way to explain it.
(though revenge may play a part)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seated on the concrete berm, Helen watched the young SF officer sitting on the next berm over, her rifle aimed directly and casually at Helen. "Perhaps it would be best if I -"
"No," Lt. Lacey said flatly.
Helen frowned. "But I haven't even said -"
"Good."
"How can it be -"
"Easily."
"And what if I were to say -"
"Tough."
"To put it bluntly -"
Lacey rolled her eyes.
"- I have to go."
"Then you have two options."
Deliberately quoting Methos, "Oh I'm all for choices," Helen said.
"You can turn around, or you can hold it."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the end
and we can imagine the look on Helen's face, can't we?
Title: Mock the sitter.
Author: Keenir.
Reference & Author's note: I was minding my own business, trying to write nothing that wasn't part of the ficathons, when I see the images here...and Tanya starts talking to me again.
(do that one more time, young lady, and I'll return to my original threat of having you narrate the ficathon entry)
translation: in American English, "sitter" is an abbreviation of "babysitter."
Summary: an empty beach and a comfy rock; the only downside is having been instructed to keep an eye on Helen Cutter, who's (one suspects) getting back for that offense to her bladder.
Author's note: I think Tanya keeps drawing the short straw. That's probably the only way to explain it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Helen Cutter lay back, stretching on the sandy beach.
Tanya wondered if an anomaly would show up and tear the prisoner to pieces - one couldn't exactly say 'I tried to stop it, sir' in such an instance.
Helen buried and unburied her feet.
Lacey hoped Kermit or one of the other guys got back soon.
Helen arched her back.
"You can do that all you like," Lt. Lacey shrugged.
"I wasn't aware I needed permission."
"Makes no nevermind to me, ma'am. I don't bend that way."
"Bad back?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the end
author's note: it's a good thing the only rock at hand is too big to throw.