Primeval crossover: Potential Recruitment
Title: Potential Recruitment
Author: SCWLC
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own neither of the works of film media represented here, nor am I making any money off this.
Summary: Emily and Becker contemplate Connor's request for a new team member
AN: I rented the DVD set for S2 of the non-Primeval show in question this weekend. And then I had an idea.
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Having been eagerly dragged out to the northern end of the country by Connor, who was insistent he'd seen the best recruit for the program while on a visit to his mum, Emily and Becker stared nonplussed as Connor scampered out into the field.
"That's . . . unexpected," Emily said diplomatically.
Becker just sighed. "I don't even know why I'm surprised."
"Has he suggested similar things often?" She inquired, startled.
They blinked as the two subjects of their conversation began to discuss the anomaly locker that had been bodged together out of a tv set, the largest novelty magnet ever seen, a treadmill upon which an irate bull was running, apparently trying to get at and kill the inventor (which was powering the whole mechanism), several pieces of a tractor and a spinning whirligig on top which seemed to have no practical use save as a ride for the squealing lamb clinging to it.
Emily shook her head at the scene. "I am impressed," she admitted, "But I must wonder if this is, perhaps, the result of our various temporal incursions."
"I'd lay odds on Helen Cutter myself," Becker said. "I'm just glad Abby's not here. God only knows what she'd be doing with all this."
A teacup was thrust at Emily, who started, stared at the server, and then said, "Thank you," rather tentatively as she took it. "It's quite good," she said when the same was done to Becker, who just cooly stared at it.
Connor came jogging over. "So?" he asked. "What do you think? I know it'll take some doing to convince Lester to take him on, but I think he'd be great."
"It'll take more than convincing, Connor," Becker said. "Really? This isn't going to fly."
"He's told me he built a flying machine out spare bits from a washer and dryer set and the farmer's old pants stitched together."
"How did . . . er . . . he do that?" Emily asked. "At this point I'm not precisely doubting you, but I must admit the communication lacks the finesse of normal speech."
"You just have to know how to follow him," Connor told her. He waved his friend over. "Give Emily the story on your flying machine."
Watching the subsequent gestural and bleated display that followed, Emily had to admit, it had an eloquence all its own.
Becker just sighed. "Right. So, I'm having nothing to do with this. You'll convince Lester on your own, but we'll bring Seamus-"
"Shaun," Connor corrected.
"Right." Becker said. "You'll bring him out to the ARC and talk to Lester yourself." He started to mutter about antipsychotics and paracetamol as he led the way back to the car, trailed by a delighted Connor, bemused Emily and apparently eager. "Shaun the Sheep. Now I've seen everything," Becker moaned.
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AN2: Yes. It's a Shaun the Sheep crossover. I just couldn't help myself.
Go to the sequel, The New Recruit
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Author: SCWLC
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own neither of the works of film media represented here, nor am I making any money off this.
Summary: Emily and Becker contemplate Connor's request for a new team member
AN: I rented the DVD set for S2 of the non-Primeval show in question this weekend. And then I had an idea.
*****************************
Having been eagerly dragged out to the northern end of the country by Connor, who was insistent he'd seen the best recruit for the program while on a visit to his mum, Emily and Becker stared nonplussed as Connor scampered out into the field.
"That's . . . unexpected," Emily said diplomatically.
Becker just sighed. "I don't even know why I'm surprised."
"Has he suggested similar things often?" She inquired, startled.
They blinked as the two subjects of their conversation began to discuss the anomaly locker that had been bodged together out of a tv set, the largest novelty magnet ever seen, a treadmill upon which an irate bull was running, apparently trying to get at and kill the inventor (which was powering the whole mechanism), several pieces of a tractor and a spinning whirligig on top which seemed to have no practical use save as a ride for the squealing lamb clinging to it.
Emily shook her head at the scene. "I am impressed," she admitted, "But I must wonder if this is, perhaps, the result of our various temporal incursions."
"I'd lay odds on Helen Cutter myself," Becker said. "I'm just glad Abby's not here. God only knows what she'd be doing with all this."
A teacup was thrust at Emily, who started, stared at the server, and then said, "Thank you," rather tentatively as she took it. "It's quite good," she said when the same was done to Becker, who just cooly stared at it.
Connor came jogging over. "So?" he asked. "What do you think? I know it'll take some doing to convince Lester to take him on, but I think he'd be great."
"It'll take more than convincing, Connor," Becker said. "Really? This isn't going to fly."
"He's told me he built a flying machine out spare bits from a washer and dryer set and the farmer's old pants stitched together."
"How did . . . er . . . he do that?" Emily asked. "At this point I'm not precisely doubting you, but I must admit the communication lacks the finesse of normal speech."
"You just have to know how to follow him," Connor told her. He waved his friend over. "Give Emily the story on your flying machine."
Watching the subsequent gestural and bleated display that followed, Emily had to admit, it had an eloquence all its own.
Becker just sighed. "Right. So, I'm having nothing to do with this. You'll convince Lester on your own, but we'll bring Seamus-"
"Shaun," Connor corrected.
"Right." Becker said. "You'll bring him out to the ARC and talk to Lester yourself." He started to mutter about antipsychotics and paracetamol as he led the way back to the car, trailed by a delighted Connor, bemused Emily and apparently eager. "Shaun the Sheep. Now I've seen everything," Becker moaned.
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AN2: Yes. It's a Shaun the Sheep crossover. I just couldn't help myself.
Go to the sequel, The New Recruit
Return to Other Fandoms Archive
Return to Primeval Archive