Title: Two Princes...
Author: Clea2011
Word Count: 100
Characters: Becker/Jess, Matt/Emily (or possibly not if Emily has any sense after this)
Rating: 12
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures, I'm just writing for fun and non-profit.
A/N: For the
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Connor gazed sadly at the rapidly setting sun. It was cold enough out in the snow without losing the little warmth and light the day had provided.

He’d hoped to find shelter, or better yet an anomaly, before nightfall but that hope was fading with the light.

Connor walked on, faster, heading for the shelter of the trees. It was beautiful out there. ( Read more... )

It had been incredibly tiresome, waiting for Cutter to reappear from the anomaly. Everyone was bored.

“I know!” said Connor. “Let’s play Grandmother’s footsteps!” He looked around, his gaze falling on Abby.

Abby glared back at him. “Don’t you dare even suggest it.”

“Oh no,” Connor backtracked furiously. “I wouldn’t. And Claudia’s older than you are ( Read more... )

“It’s delicious,” said Abby, who dug Connor in the ribs until he vigorously nodded agreement.

“Better than I could do,” agreed Jess, who lived on takeaways, chocolate and wine.

“Very good,” Matt put in. He’d survived hand to mouth for two decades and could eat anything.

Becker just nodded, distracted by the too-short dress Jess was wearing.

Emily ( Read more... )

Jess absolutely couldn’t remember the previous evening. She couldn’t remember trying to match Becker and Matt shot for shot (and Matt was Irish! What was she thinking?) She couldn’t remember climbing onto the table to sing Happy Birthday to Lester. She definitely couldn’t remember the horrified look on Lester’s face. And she definitely couldn’ ( Read more... )

It was almost as if he were on another planet, so different was this place.

“How far back have we gone?” Matt asked.

His father shrugged. “Five hundred years. We’ll have to move on, as soon as another anomaly opens. This is too early.”

It might be too early, but it was beautiful out there on the hillside at night. The air was clean and fresh, and ( Read more... )

“It was horrible, like a giant woodlouse, a monster swimming in the pool!”

“It was as big as my hand!”

“It was as big as a dinner plate!”

“Bigger! More like a giant turtle!”

“You guys had better be from pest control.”

“We are,” Matt assured the swimming pool staff and followed Abby to the pool.

Becker and his men already had it surrounded, guns ( Read more... )

“You must read,” Matt’s father had said. “When we go back, you will need that skill.”

It was difficult at first. So many meaningless shapes on the musty, ancient pages. Soon it became so many meaningless words, forgotten.

“What’s a centaur?”

“A creature from long ago. Find a picture. Learn all you can about the past.”

They had 72 books in their ( Read more... )

“You have to, you’re celebrities now! I’ve alerted the networks, and promised them footage.”

Becker, Matt and Connor stared at Jess in horror. She knew they hated publicity.

“But it’ll be cold!” Connor wailed.

“It’s a waste of water,” grumbled Matt. “In my time we would never…”

“It’s for a good cause,” Jess put in quickly, before Matt started off on ( Read more... )

Matt waited whilst the bartender poured the old man another pint. He'd had three already, all paid for by Matt. Now the old codger was settling down in the armchair by the fire, lighting up his pipe.

Apparently the no-smoking ban didn't extend to tiny pubs in the middle of nowhere.

"Let me see, young fella. You wuz asking about the dragon..."

Matt ( Read more... )