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Title: Seeker
Rating: PG-13
Warning/s: fluffy, maybe even fairy floss fluffy.
Pairing/s: Connor/Ryan, Implied Nick/Stephen
Summary: Connor is surprisingly stealthy while he sleeps.
The OC's aren't mine, owned by fredbasset, story also betaed by fredbassett.
The overnight arrangements for the longer-lasting anomalies were simple but effective. Being the only girls usually on the overnight teams, Claudia and Abby shared a tent.
Stephen and Nick shared another, their reason being that Stephen was Nick's close friend and research assistant, though Ryan had heard them enough times to laugh at himself at their 'reasons'.
And the soldiers drew lots as to who shared with Connor for the night.
The reason for this, it turned out, was that at night a sleeping Connor turned into a full-blown, heat-seeking stealth missile.
It was probably the only time Connor had any stealth ability whatsoever, considering his usual tendency to crash past, into and, on a number of occasions,through obstacles.
But at night, even the most highly trained special forces officer in the anomaly task force would awake to find themselves weighed down by long, lanky blanket.
It wasn't as though he just draped across them either; any soldier who had Connor for the night, was usually woken a full ten to fifteen minutes before their watch, just so they could disentangle themselves from the limpet-like human doona.
It wasn't uncommon for his legs wrap around theirs, or for his nose to bury itself into the junction between neck and collarbone.
Nor was it unusual for him to automatically readjust his grip when they tried to move him. He was surprisingly strong for a computer geek.
It was, however, getting more and more regular for Ryan's 'lot' to be drawn from the pile, a fact not lost on his men.
It was at the latest draw, that Lyle cocked his head at his CO, a small quirk touching his lips.
"You again, huh?"
"Shut up."
The slight edge to Ryan's words turned Lyle's quirk into a full-blown smirk.
"Sure thing, sir, sure thing."
Thinking back on it, Ryan wondered how many more of his men had picked up on the increase in the times his number had been pulled out. Shrugging his shoulders, he pressed a kiss to the top of Connor's head.
"Goodnight, love."
Connor burrowed further into the captain's chest.
"Nngh..g'night, Tom."
Rating: PG-13
Warning/s: fluffy, maybe even fairy floss fluffy.
Pairing/s: Connor/Ryan, Implied Nick/Stephen
Summary: Connor is surprisingly stealthy while he sleeps.
The OC's aren't mine, owned by fredbasset, story also betaed by fredbassett.
The overnight arrangements for the longer-lasting anomalies were simple but effective. Being the only girls usually on the overnight teams, Claudia and Abby shared a tent.
Stephen and Nick shared another, their reason being that Stephen was Nick's close friend and research assistant, though Ryan had heard them enough times to laugh at himself at their 'reasons'.
And the soldiers drew lots as to who shared with Connor for the night.
The reason for this, it turned out, was that at night a sleeping Connor turned into a full-blown, heat-seeking stealth missile.
It was probably the only time Connor had any stealth ability whatsoever, considering his usual tendency to crash past, into and, on a number of occasions,through obstacles.
But at night, even the most highly trained special forces officer in the anomaly task force would awake to find themselves weighed down by long, lanky blanket.
It wasn't as though he just draped across them either; any soldier who had Connor for the night, was usually woken a full ten to fifteen minutes before their watch, just so they could disentangle themselves from the limpet-like human doona.
It wasn't uncommon for his legs wrap around theirs, or for his nose to bury itself into the junction between neck and collarbone.
Nor was it unusual for him to automatically readjust his grip when they tried to move him. He was surprisingly strong for a computer geek.
It was, however, getting more and more regular for Ryan's 'lot' to be drawn from the pile, a fact not lost on his men.
It was at the latest draw, that Lyle cocked his head at his CO, a small quirk touching his lips.
"You again, huh?"
"Shut up."
The slight edge to Ryan's words turned Lyle's quirk into a full-blown smirk.
"Sure thing, sir, sure thing."
Thinking back on it, Ryan wondered how many more of his men had picked up on the increase in the times his number had been pulled out. Shrugging his shoulders, he pressed a kiss to the top of Connor's head.
"Goodnight, love."
Connor burrowed further into the captain's chest.
"Nngh..g'night, Tom."