Birthday fic: "Enter and Exit" (Bond & Primeval)
Title: Enter and Exit.
Author: Keenir.
Fandoms: Primeval; James Bond: Quantum of Solace
happy birthday, fififolle!
Characters/Pairing: James Lester, Lt. Tanya Lacey, Lt. Mary Tremayne, Helen Cutter, O’Keefe, mention of M
Rating: K+
POV: 1st Person for two parts.
Warnings: Language.
Spoilers: Quantum of Solace; Primeval 1.06, 2.01, 2.07
Disclaimer: The backgrounds of this crossover are not mine. Even Lacey, the OFC, is on loan. Only Lt Tremayne is mine, and I’d gladly loan her to those who wish to use her in a fic.
2nd Disclaimer: All errors with British ranks and titles and idioms are my own mistakes.
Summary: What Lacey was doing in Bolivia, and the fallout from that incident.
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LACEY’S POV:
“Lieutenant Tanya Lacey,” Mr. Lester says.
“Yes sir?” I ask, wondering why he’s summoned me to his office. We only just finished dealing with the siege and the assaults on the ARC, after all; his office still looks a shambles.
“I’ve just received a call from an old friend in MI6. M has asked me if I know anyone able to handle a potentially tricky individual.”
And you thought of me? I think I’m flattered.
“You’re to head over there as soon as we complete this discussion,” Mr. Lester says. “The ARC will survive your absence a few days.”
I nod. “Understood, sir.” Mrs. Thatcher started this place because we as a nation needed something to handle the occurances that MI5 and MI6 weren’t designed to deal with: the anomalies. We still work closely with our intelligence cousins in ‘6 and ‘5. Look at me, after all.
“Is there any name you’d care to use while on this assignment?” Mr. Lester asks me.
“Fields,” I say. It’d be pushing my luck to ask to use ‘W.C.Fields,’ so this’ll do.
Mr. Lester nods. “Done. Dismissed.”
I salute - out of habit - and head over to MI6 for instructions.
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Coda to Quantum Of Solace:
TREMAYNE’S POV:
Everyone’s gathered at the graveside. Her family held the service earlier today, and we, her coworkers, have gathered here now. I half expect Connor to make some half-assed comment about how this isn’t a far-away land, but he’s quiet too.
Lester’s the first to come forward. “She knew her job, and she was damn good at it,” and steps back into the gathering.
Helen Cutter steps up to say something. “She wasn’t bad company,” Helen says of Lacey.
“A good friend,” I say. “A true friend. That was Tanya.”
There’s silence all around, and, in time, the little crowd breaks up, everyone going their own way - to home, back to work, or just to the store. And that’s when I hear O’Keefe’s graveside words: “Endless sleep in eternal lie, even death may die,” and just when I’m about to correct his Lovecraftian quote, he then looks over at Helen Cutter. And I recall hearing that Tom Ryan was, recently, guarding M.
Sainted Joseph! Or, as Tanya would’ve put it, Oh fuck.
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The End?
Author: Keenir.
Fandoms: Primeval; James Bond: Quantum of Solace
happy birthday, fififolle!
Characters/Pairing: James Lester, Lt. Tanya Lacey, Lt. Mary Tremayne, Helen Cutter, O’Keefe, mention of M
Rating: K+
POV: 1st Person for two parts.
Warnings: Language.
Spoilers: Quantum of Solace; Primeval 1.06, 2.01, 2.07
Disclaimer: The backgrounds of this crossover are not mine. Even Lacey, the OFC, is on loan. Only Lt Tremayne is mine, and I’d gladly loan her to those who wish to use her in a fic.
2nd Disclaimer: All errors with British ranks and titles and idioms are my own mistakes.
Summary: What Lacey was doing in Bolivia, and the fallout from that incident.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
LACEY’S POV:
“Lieutenant Tanya Lacey,” Mr. Lester says.
“Yes sir?” I ask, wondering why he’s summoned me to his office. We only just finished dealing with the siege and the assaults on the ARC, after all; his office still looks a shambles.
“I’ve just received a call from an old friend in MI6. M has asked me if I know anyone able to handle a potentially tricky individual.”
And you thought of me? I think I’m flattered.
“You’re to head over there as soon as we complete this discussion,” Mr. Lester says. “The ARC will survive your absence a few days.”
I nod. “Understood, sir.” Mrs. Thatcher started this place because we as a nation needed something to handle the occurances that MI5 and MI6 weren’t designed to deal with: the anomalies. We still work closely with our intelligence cousins in ‘6 and ‘5. Look at me, after all.
“Is there any name you’d care to use while on this assignment?” Mr. Lester asks me.
“Fields,” I say. It’d be pushing my luck to ask to use ‘W.C.Fields,’ so this’ll do.
Mr. Lester nods. “Done. Dismissed.”
I salute - out of habit - and head over to MI6 for instructions.
.~~~~~~~~~~~.
Coda to Quantum Of Solace:
TREMAYNE’S POV:
Everyone’s gathered at the graveside. Her family held the service earlier today, and we, her coworkers, have gathered here now. I half expect Connor to make some half-assed comment about how this isn’t a far-away land, but he’s quiet too.
Lester’s the first to come forward. “She knew her job, and she was damn good at it,” and steps back into the gathering.
Helen Cutter steps up to say something. “She wasn’t bad company,” Helen says of Lacey.
“A good friend,” I say. “A true friend. That was Tanya.”
There’s silence all around, and, in time, the little crowd breaks up, everyone going their own way - to home, back to work, or just to the store. And that’s when I hear O’Keefe’s graveside words: “Endless sleep in eternal lie, even death may die,” and just when I’m about to correct his Lovecraftian quote, he then looks over at Helen Cutter. And I recall hearing that Tom Ryan was, recently, guarding M.
Sainted Joseph! Or, as Tanya would’ve put it, Oh fuck.
.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
The End?