Title: Moving On
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairing: Becker/Ditzy, past!Ditzy/Ryan, past!Connor/Nick
Rating: PG-13 (sorry)
Word Count: 930
A/N: This was intended as a birthday present for the wonderful fififolle, but I'm not exactly on good terms with my Primeval muse atm so this is ridiculously late. I still hope you like it.

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Sam’s outraged screams fade away in the 85th minute. She’s not giving up like the players seem to have but her throat has gone so sore after all the cursing following the denied equalizer in the 38th minute.

She longs to drown her disappointment in excessive alcohol but the guys are on ops she’s not allowed to know about. Everything would be ( Read more... )

Ditzy informs Blade he’ll be left in Lorraine’s more than capable hands and hurriedly storms off to where he’s needed even more. Blade doesn’t protest, he knows the others must be in a pretty bad shape, especially Ryan (that Future Predator really had it in for him), but he still squirms uncomfortably when Lorraine starts cleaning the angry wound ( Read more... )

It was the down side of wearing his heart on his sleeves. Every time his heart got broken he couldn’t just shut down like Abby or Ryan, or fuck his way through half the ARC staff with a smile on his face like Stephen.

When Connor was hurt everybody knew.

Some tiptoed around him, trying not to upset him more, others tried to cheer him up with ( Read more... )

“You’re not going to like this,” Helen said pressing buttons, making quick calculations on the A-Map while her senses were alert to every little noise around them.

“You have no idea how much I hate it when you say that,” Lyle said not looking at her, eyes searching the woods for hiding predators.

“I have a good, a bad and a very bad news,” ( Read more... )

October

Jenny is exhausted. The rare occasions she dares falling asleep, never more than a few hours at a time, she dreams of awkward kisses and touches, she dreams of too much alcohol and uncertain glances in the morning. She wakes with tears, if only she had been brave enough to face him, to tell him…

Now he’s hanging on tubes and machines ( Read more... )

It’s one of those nights again and Caroline finds herself desperately clutching at tense arms drenched in sweat. She should have left after sex but she didn’t and now she’s trying to push through the thick fog of another nightmare.

“Shh. It’s alright. I’m here, David.”

Ditzy wakes with a last cry, instinctively pulling away from her, his ( Read more... )

ARC-style

They go through with it because they have no choice. Actually, they’d have about a million choices but Ryan decided it’s going to be this (in his no bullshit voice and with pained eyes) and neither of them feel they have the right to disagree in the slightest. Ditzy because his conscience has finally kicked in and Connor is just plain ( Read more... )

 
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They meet in Stephen’s old apartment, the one he left but never sold when he moved in with Ryan. Rarely aired rooms are repainted with stolen moments and illicit kisses. Moans that never should’ve been born tangle in always clean sheets - at least the bed is dressed in innocence.

Later they lie awake, twitchy to leave - he’ll notice- but can’t ( Read more... )