Primeval crossover fic: The New Recruit
Title: The New Recruit
Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I own neither Primeval nor Shaun the Sheep, and I'm not sure someone could make money off of this particular piece of . . . work.
Rating: G
Summary: Connor and Shaun. At the ARC.
AN: So, this is a follow-up for Potential Recruitment. Because I can't help myself.
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"Temple, is this a prehistoric sheep?"
"No."
"Then why is it in the ARC?"
"Because he's a sheep that can work on the anomaly lockers in the field with his little ovine hooves?"
"I . . . Anderson! Tell me those plants of yours are hallucinogens!"
"He's real, Lester."
"There are days I could hate you Connor."
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Abby dropped her head to the lunchroom table with a thud. "I can't take much more of this. We need to find somewhere to put him."
"Are we talking about your new . . . roommate?" Becker asked her.
"There are days I can't tell the difference between the sheep and my fiance, Becker," she told him. "And he's been teaching the mammoth how to play poker."
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"Connor!"
"Yeah?"
Emily stormed up to him. "You will talk to that . . . that goat of yours and tell him to stop teaching Matt to dance at once."
Connor frowned. "What's the problem?"
She snarled and dragged him down the hall until they were peering through a window on a door. Inside, Shaun was taking Matt through the finer points of disco while a vinyl album played in the corner. "That is the problem," she told him.
"Well, I'll admit, the disco's a little dated," Connor told her.
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Matt was just staring. "I don't think I would have ever thought of this as a solution," he said.
"That is a very big sheep," Jess declared from the hub where she'd been watching.
"That one's going in the scrapbook," said one of the SFs who'd been there from the start, snapping a picture of the predator buried headfirst and hipdeep in the wool on the side of the sheep who was still placidly eating his way through the baked goods section of the Tesco's.
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Becker sighed and looked at the anxious sheep eyes staring at him. Not only had Shaun come to his rescue from the invading hordes of coelophyses, but it had been in his birthday present, which the sheep had clearly spent a lot of time on. "I could really get to like you," he told him. "Thank you, it's a wonderful gift."
Shaun put his colander back on and hopped into the passenger seat, then bleated encouragingly.
"You're right. We should test it more."
They rolled off together in his new sheep-made tank, the sound of Jess' delighted laughter and Lester's moans about the circus the ARC had become echoing in their ears.
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Um . . . I had mental pictures to share?
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Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I own neither Primeval nor Shaun the Sheep, and I'm not sure someone could make money off of this particular piece of . . . work.
Rating: G
Summary: Connor and Shaun. At the ARC.
AN: So, this is a follow-up for Potential Recruitment. Because I can't help myself.
***********************************
"Temple, is this a prehistoric sheep?"
"No."
"Then why is it in the ARC?"
"Because he's a sheep that can work on the anomaly lockers in the field with his little ovine hooves?"
"I . . . Anderson! Tell me those plants of yours are hallucinogens!"
"He's real, Lester."
"There are days I could hate you Connor."
*************************************
Abby dropped her head to the lunchroom table with a thud. "I can't take much more of this. We need to find somewhere to put him."
"Are we talking about your new . . . roommate?" Becker asked her.
"There are days I can't tell the difference between the sheep and my fiance, Becker," she told him. "And he's been teaching the mammoth how to play poker."
***********************************
"Connor!"
"Yeah?"
Emily stormed up to him. "You will talk to that . . . that goat of yours and tell him to stop teaching Matt to dance at once."
Connor frowned. "What's the problem?"
She snarled and dragged him down the hall until they were peering through a window on a door. Inside, Shaun was taking Matt through the finer points of disco while a vinyl album played in the corner. "That is the problem," she told him.
"Well, I'll admit, the disco's a little dated," Connor told her.
**********************************
Matt was just staring. "I don't think I would have ever thought of this as a solution," he said.
"That is a very big sheep," Jess declared from the hub where she'd been watching.
"That one's going in the scrapbook," said one of the SFs who'd been there from the start, snapping a picture of the predator buried headfirst and hipdeep in the wool on the side of the sheep who was still placidly eating his way through the baked goods section of the Tesco's.
*********************************
Becker sighed and looked at the anxious sheep eyes staring at him. Not only had Shaun come to his rescue from the invading hordes of coelophyses, but it had been in his birthday present, which the sheep had clearly spent a lot of time on. "I could really get to like you," he told him. "Thank you, it's a wonderful gift."
Shaun put his colander back on and hopped into the passenger seat, then bleated encouragingly.
"You're right. We should test it more."
They rolled off together in his new sheep-made tank, the sound of Jess' delighted laughter and Lester's moans about the circus the ARC had become echoing in their ears.
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Um . . . I had mental pictures to share?
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