Primeval drabble: The Club
Title: The Club
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval.
A/N: Written for primeval100; the prompt was April Leonard. I have no idea if this is remotely true to her character since I haven’t actually seen any of her character. But I did read about her a little bit. So, apologies if this isn’t remotely good.
Summary: “Am I dead?” April wonders.
-o-
April waits for the pain but it just never comes.
Instead, someone says: “April Leonard.”
He sounds Scottish and vaguely amused. When April opens her eyes, she sees a man with unruly, sandy hair.
She frowns. “Yeah?”
The man grins. There’s another man, taller with dark eyebrows and blue eyes. Behind them, a man in a black uniform looks critical, adjusting his gun.
There are more people, but this is all April can take in.
“Am I dead?” she wonders.
The Scottish man’s chagrined. The taller one offers a fleeting smile. “Yeah,” he says, almost apologizing. “Welcome to the club.”
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval.
A/N: Written for primeval100; the prompt was April Leonard. I have no idea if this is remotely true to her character since I haven’t actually seen any of her character. But I did read about her a little bit. So, apologies if this isn’t remotely good.
Summary: “Am I dead?” April wonders.
-o-
April waits for the pain but it just never comes.
Instead, someone says: “April Leonard.”
He sounds Scottish and vaguely amused. When April opens her eyes, she sees a man with unruly, sandy hair.
She frowns. “Yeah?”
The man grins. There’s another man, taller with dark eyebrows and blue eyes. Behind them, a man in a black uniform looks critical, adjusting his gun.
There are more people, but this is all April can take in.
“Am I dead?” she wonders.
The Scottish man’s chagrined. The taller one offers a fleeting smile. “Yeah,” he says, almost apologizing. “Welcome to the club.”