Primeval drabble: The Blame Game (Kept verse)
Title: The Blame Game
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval.
A/N: Continued in the Kept drabble verse. With unending thanks to Lena.
Summary: Helen is trying to help; Stephen is not so sure.
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“You actually blame me,” Helen realized.
Stephen sat stiffly, unable to taste the decadent food. “Hard not to.”
Her humor faded. “I never intended for that. I’ve been trying to help.”
The irony made Stephen nauseous. “Help? Really?”
She didn’t flinch. “You’ve no idea.”
“So tell me,” he snapped.
Her face was taut. “Nick fancies himself a hero, but he’s part of the problem. Remember the future predators?”
Stephen stiffened, remembering how one had torn his skin, ripped him open--
“Who do you think made them?”
Stephen didn’t trust himself to answer.
She smirked. “The ever-faithful staff of the ARC.”
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval.
A/N: Continued in the Kept drabble verse. With unending thanks to Lena.
Summary: Helen is trying to help; Stephen is not so sure.
-o-
“You actually blame me,” Helen realized.
Stephen sat stiffly, unable to taste the decadent food. “Hard not to.”
Her humor faded. “I never intended for that. I’ve been trying to help.”
The irony made Stephen nauseous. “Help? Really?”
She didn’t flinch. “You’ve no idea.”
“So tell me,” he snapped.
Her face was taut. “Nick fancies himself a hero, but he’s part of the problem. Remember the future predators?”
Stephen stiffened, remembering how one had torn his skin, ripped him open--
“Who do you think made them?”
Stephen didn’t trust himself to answer.
She smirked. “The ever-faithful staff of the ARC.”