Primeval fic: The Hand Of Fate (2/12)
Title: The Hand Of Fate (2/12)
Fandom: Primeval
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 1664 words in this part out of 24,580 overall.
Characters: James Lester, David 'Ditzy' Owen (OC), Jon Lyle (OC) with Ryan, Jenny and Lorraine and the SFOC boys (Blade, Finn and Kermit) making an appearance, plus Jacks (OC) and other OCs.
Pairings: Lester/Ditzy, Ditzy/Lyle, Blade/Lorraine (implied), Becker/Danny (mentioned)
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace. Ditzy and the SFOCs belong to Fredbassett, thanks for letting me borrow them. Jacks belongs to me.
A/N: For my trope bingo prompt: free space = au: alternative gender norms aka alpha/beta/omega . Many thanks go to Fififolle for the beta and advice. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Warnings: A/B/O, angst, attempted non-con, dub-con, hurt/comfort, knotting, mpreg, pre-slash, slash, soul bonding.
Part 1 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 3.
Ditzy coughed and spluttered as he woke, feeling half-drowned as he lay exhausted while water lapped around him. It took time for his sluggish brain to remember where he was and... fuck, Lester! Ditzy struggled to his knees and sighed in relief when he spotted Lester lying on his side several feet away, apparently still unconscious.
He crawled over to Lester and gently examined him, checking Lester's head for any injury before moving down to check for any broken bones. Lester lay still until Ditzy's hands probed his ribs, when he gasped and winced. At least bruised, possibly cracked, ribs and he remembered the fucking tree. It must have been Lester who had grunted when they had slammed into it.
“Sir James?” Ditzy shook Lester's shoulder as he tried to rouse him. They still needed to find shelter and strip out of their sodden clothing before they became hypothermic. “Please, James, wake up.”
Lester murmured something before his hand snapped out and grabbed Ditzy's wrist. He blinked up at Ditzy, recognition growing in his eyes before he relaxed his hold. “Ditzy?”
Lester sounded somewhat out of it and Ditzy checked Lester's eyes just to make sure he hadn't missed anything. “Anything hurt, sir?”
“Just my ribs. Hurt like blazes. I think I've cracked them.” Lester hissed as he tried to sit up, until Ditzy helped him up and supported him as he gasped and held his ribs.
“We still need to find shelter, sir. Do you think you can walk?” Lester nodded and let Ditzy pull him to his feet, although he couldn't conceal his wince. “Tell me if you need a break.” As he supported Lester, the only good thing Ditzy could see was that at least the storm had passed, even if they were stuck God only knew where on the wrong side of an anomaly.
All they could do was find shelter, rest and then hike back upstream, hopefully to find the anomaly re-opened, a rescue party would be good too.
***
The cottage was ramshackle, looking as if a strong sneeze would send it crashing to the ground, but it still had most of its walls and roof, which was something at least. It was half-overgrown and Ditzy hoped that meant it was deserted.
Ditzy took the bare minimal time he thought advisable to check out the surroundings and the cottage itself before bundling Lester inside with a “Sir, you need to get out of those wet clothes before you develop hypothermia.” Ditzy started towards the door when Lester's voice stopped him.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“We need wood for the fire, sir.” Ditzy couldn't help worry if Lester had hit his head after all.
“No, Ditzy, you're just as wet as I am.”
Ditzy turned to face him, an argument on his lips, when he swallowed as the sight of a half-naked Lester. The man hid a lean and wiry body under his suits and Ditzy licked his lips before shaking his head. Fuck, he was supposed to be looking after Lester, not ogling him, although maybe he should check his ribs....
“Ditzy?”
“Yes, sir.” Ditzy snapped out of his daydream, quickly stripped and laid his clothing out to dry, before heading outside to search for firewood. He was relieved to discover a badly overgrown woodpile and paused for a moment as he considered the merits of a quick wank before starting a fire. In the end, common sense dictated that the fire was more important.
He quickly stacked the wood, found suitable kindling and soon had a little fire started in the main room of the cottage. He carefully fed larger and larger pieces to it until it filled the room with warmth. Ditzy was warming his hands when he heard footsteps and half-turned to see Lester walk back into the room, a blanket around him like a toga and holding another one out for Ditzy.
“Get some sleep, sir,” Ditzy said as he wrapped himself in his blanket. “I'll take first watch.”
***
Ditzy smiled as Lester quietly snored and took the time to check their supplies. He doubted Lester had anything useful on him, after all, the man hadn't expected to be traipsing about through an anomaly, so that left his own kit.
He quickly checked his medical kit and sighed in relief when he found it still dry, the waterproofing living up to its name for once. Next he checked his pockets. Compass, penknife, several more lighters, water purification tablets, MREs, ammunition and other useful supplies. Not as much as he'd hoped and they'd need to pick up more if they were going to be spending any time here.
Ditzy paused and turned to look back at the pile of supplies, checking and double-checking before patting his drying uniform again. Oh fuck! They weren't there, they weren't fucking there. He desperately searched his pockets again, knowing he'd put them in there that morning and his fingers pushed through a rip in the material, a bloody hole.
“Ditzy?”
Lester's sleepy voice had Ditzy tamping down his rising panic and the medic plastered a smile to his face. “Sir? How are you feeling?”
“Get some rest, Ditzy. You're no good to me tired.”
Ditzy nodded, knowing it was only a matter of days before Lester's words would become true. Try as he might to sleep, Ditzy's mind wouldn't rest as he tried to plan what to do. They needed supplies and... well, if Ditzy was going to get them, he needed to do so tomorrow. Before it was too late.
***
Lester hadn't been impressed when Ditzy informed him of his plan but he'd reluctantly agreed when Ditzy pointed out he was injured. Ditzy had kept his mouth shut about his own impending problem, knowing that Lester would have demanded to go in his place, injured or not.
Ditzy knew he had to be careful, had to blend in and hope he could be in and out of the nearest village before the effect of his suppressants faded. He had no idea what time he was in, but knew that for most of human history it wouldn't make any difference - people would see him as an omega, weak and easily dominated, and just there for the taking, especially during heat. He shook his head and concentrated, thinking of what could go wrong was a waste of time, time he might not have.
It didn't take long for Ditzy to find a well-kept if dirt road and he took the time to examine the people and carts travelling along it as he tried to figure out what time period they'd ended up in. The clothes were a cosmopolitan lot, ranging from robes to some that wouldn't have looked that out of place back home. He could only hope his own clothing wouldn't draw any attention as he joined the stream of travellers, hoping that the full carts meant they were heading towards a settlement and not away from it.
Ditzy listened carefully to the various languages being spoken and picked up a recognisable word here and there, a little French and, he thought, Polish and then smiled when he heard honest to goodness English, heavily accented and atrociously pronounced, but understandable. He just hoped no one would ask him too many questions at the gate as he knew nothing of the time or place he was in. Well, if worse came to worst, he could always sneak in if he couldn't just walk in. Even if that meant waiting for nightfall and all the dangers that might entail.
He smiled when the settlement - a city, really - came in sight and the chances of him finding what they needed and evading any guards increased. He walked a little faster and joined the tail end of a larger group of merchants, hoping to be waved through with them without anyone asking him any questions. He caught a young boy watching him before the kid grinned and latched onto his arm, chatting away and not expecting any answers. It was certainly a relief when he passed through the city gates without comment.
Although gaining entry had proven easy, especially with the help of the boy who skipped off with a cheeky grin, Ditzy knew the next part wouldn't be. He had no money, no way - or time - to make any and he had nothing to barter with, which left Ditzy with no choice but to steal what they needed. Still, he had no wish to take something from a family struggling to just survive and so made his way to what looked like a mixture of low-rent tenements, warehouses and shops.
Ditzy didn't have the time for a proper reconnoitre and so picked a warehouse at random and found a window. He winced at the far too loud crack of the window shutter giving and he took a quick glance around to see if anyone noticed before he eased it open and slipped inside. He frowned at the stacks of boxes and casks lined up neatly inside the warehouse, looking far too pricey for the place and just screaming illegal. Curiosity drew him on and he crept carefully forward until he could peer into the rest of the warehouse.
He spotted a group of men discussing something... no, make that two groups, one looking scruffy and rough and the other dressed in expensive clothing. A couple of criminals accusing each other of backstabbing, for sure. He heard a yell and then something whizzed by his head and only years of surviving in war zones allowed him to react quickly enough to avoid it as instinct took over and he hit the floor before diving back out of the window.
He could hear them give chase as he ran as fast as he could.
Part 1 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 3.
Fandom: Primeval
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 1664 words in this part out of 24,580 overall.
Characters: James Lester, David 'Ditzy' Owen (OC), Jon Lyle (OC) with Ryan, Jenny and Lorraine and the SFOC boys (Blade, Finn and Kermit) making an appearance, plus Jacks (OC) and other OCs.
Pairings: Lester/Ditzy, Ditzy/Lyle, Blade/Lorraine (implied), Becker/Danny (mentioned)
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace. Ditzy and the SFOCs belong to Fredbassett, thanks for letting me borrow them. Jacks belongs to me.
A/N: For my trope bingo prompt: free space = au: alternative gender norms aka alpha/beta/omega . Many thanks go to Fififolle for the beta and advice. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Warnings: A/B/O, angst, attempted non-con, dub-con, hurt/comfort, knotting, mpreg, pre-slash, slash, soul bonding.
Part 1 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 3.
Ditzy coughed and spluttered as he woke, feeling half-drowned as he lay exhausted while water lapped around him. It took time for his sluggish brain to remember where he was and... fuck, Lester! Ditzy struggled to his knees and sighed in relief when he spotted Lester lying on his side several feet away, apparently still unconscious.
He crawled over to Lester and gently examined him, checking Lester's head for any injury before moving down to check for any broken bones. Lester lay still until Ditzy's hands probed his ribs, when he gasped and winced. At least bruised, possibly cracked, ribs and he remembered the fucking tree. It must have been Lester who had grunted when they had slammed into it.
“Sir James?” Ditzy shook Lester's shoulder as he tried to rouse him. They still needed to find shelter and strip out of their sodden clothing before they became hypothermic. “Please, James, wake up.”
Lester murmured something before his hand snapped out and grabbed Ditzy's wrist. He blinked up at Ditzy, recognition growing in his eyes before he relaxed his hold. “Ditzy?”
Lester sounded somewhat out of it and Ditzy checked Lester's eyes just to make sure he hadn't missed anything. “Anything hurt, sir?”
“Just my ribs. Hurt like blazes. I think I've cracked them.” Lester hissed as he tried to sit up, until Ditzy helped him up and supported him as he gasped and held his ribs.
“We still need to find shelter, sir. Do you think you can walk?” Lester nodded and let Ditzy pull him to his feet, although he couldn't conceal his wince. “Tell me if you need a break.” As he supported Lester, the only good thing Ditzy could see was that at least the storm had passed, even if they were stuck God only knew where on the wrong side of an anomaly.
All they could do was find shelter, rest and then hike back upstream, hopefully to find the anomaly re-opened, a rescue party would be good too.
***
The cottage was ramshackle, looking as if a strong sneeze would send it crashing to the ground, but it still had most of its walls and roof, which was something at least. It was half-overgrown and Ditzy hoped that meant it was deserted.
Ditzy took the bare minimal time he thought advisable to check out the surroundings and the cottage itself before bundling Lester inside with a “Sir, you need to get out of those wet clothes before you develop hypothermia.” Ditzy started towards the door when Lester's voice stopped him.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“We need wood for the fire, sir.” Ditzy couldn't help worry if Lester had hit his head after all.
“No, Ditzy, you're just as wet as I am.”
Ditzy turned to face him, an argument on his lips, when he swallowed as the sight of a half-naked Lester. The man hid a lean and wiry body under his suits and Ditzy licked his lips before shaking his head. Fuck, he was supposed to be looking after Lester, not ogling him, although maybe he should check his ribs....
“Ditzy?”
“Yes, sir.” Ditzy snapped out of his daydream, quickly stripped and laid his clothing out to dry, before heading outside to search for firewood. He was relieved to discover a badly overgrown woodpile and paused for a moment as he considered the merits of a quick wank before starting a fire. In the end, common sense dictated that the fire was more important.
He quickly stacked the wood, found suitable kindling and soon had a little fire started in the main room of the cottage. He carefully fed larger and larger pieces to it until it filled the room with warmth. Ditzy was warming his hands when he heard footsteps and half-turned to see Lester walk back into the room, a blanket around him like a toga and holding another one out for Ditzy.
“Get some sleep, sir,” Ditzy said as he wrapped himself in his blanket. “I'll take first watch.”
***
Ditzy smiled as Lester quietly snored and took the time to check their supplies. He doubted Lester had anything useful on him, after all, the man hadn't expected to be traipsing about through an anomaly, so that left his own kit.
He quickly checked his medical kit and sighed in relief when he found it still dry, the waterproofing living up to its name for once. Next he checked his pockets. Compass, penknife, several more lighters, water purification tablets, MREs, ammunition and other useful supplies. Not as much as he'd hoped and they'd need to pick up more if they were going to be spending any time here.
Ditzy paused and turned to look back at the pile of supplies, checking and double-checking before patting his drying uniform again. Oh fuck! They weren't there, they weren't fucking there. He desperately searched his pockets again, knowing he'd put them in there that morning and his fingers pushed through a rip in the material, a bloody hole.
“Ditzy?”
Lester's sleepy voice had Ditzy tamping down his rising panic and the medic plastered a smile to his face. “Sir? How are you feeling?”
“Get some rest, Ditzy. You're no good to me tired.”
Ditzy nodded, knowing it was only a matter of days before Lester's words would become true. Try as he might to sleep, Ditzy's mind wouldn't rest as he tried to plan what to do. They needed supplies and... well, if Ditzy was going to get them, he needed to do so tomorrow. Before it was too late.
***
Lester hadn't been impressed when Ditzy informed him of his plan but he'd reluctantly agreed when Ditzy pointed out he was injured. Ditzy had kept his mouth shut about his own impending problem, knowing that Lester would have demanded to go in his place, injured or not.
Ditzy knew he had to be careful, had to blend in and hope he could be in and out of the nearest village before the effect of his suppressants faded. He had no idea what time he was in, but knew that for most of human history it wouldn't make any difference - people would see him as an omega, weak and easily dominated, and just there for the taking, especially during heat. He shook his head and concentrated, thinking of what could go wrong was a waste of time, time he might not have.
It didn't take long for Ditzy to find a well-kept if dirt road and he took the time to examine the people and carts travelling along it as he tried to figure out what time period they'd ended up in. The clothes were a cosmopolitan lot, ranging from robes to some that wouldn't have looked that out of place back home. He could only hope his own clothing wouldn't draw any attention as he joined the stream of travellers, hoping that the full carts meant they were heading towards a settlement and not away from it.
Ditzy listened carefully to the various languages being spoken and picked up a recognisable word here and there, a little French and, he thought, Polish and then smiled when he heard honest to goodness English, heavily accented and atrociously pronounced, but understandable. He just hoped no one would ask him too many questions at the gate as he knew nothing of the time or place he was in. Well, if worse came to worst, he could always sneak in if he couldn't just walk in. Even if that meant waiting for nightfall and all the dangers that might entail.
He smiled when the settlement - a city, really - came in sight and the chances of him finding what they needed and evading any guards increased. He walked a little faster and joined the tail end of a larger group of merchants, hoping to be waved through with them without anyone asking him any questions. He caught a young boy watching him before the kid grinned and latched onto his arm, chatting away and not expecting any answers. It was certainly a relief when he passed through the city gates without comment.
Although gaining entry had proven easy, especially with the help of the boy who skipped off with a cheeky grin, Ditzy knew the next part wouldn't be. He had no money, no way - or time - to make any and he had nothing to barter with, which left Ditzy with no choice but to steal what they needed. Still, he had no wish to take something from a family struggling to just survive and so made his way to what looked like a mixture of low-rent tenements, warehouses and shops.
Ditzy didn't have the time for a proper reconnoitre and so picked a warehouse at random and found a window. He winced at the far too loud crack of the window shutter giving and he took a quick glance around to see if anyone noticed before he eased it open and slipped inside. He frowned at the stacks of boxes and casks lined up neatly inside the warehouse, looking far too pricey for the place and just screaming illegal. Curiosity drew him on and he crept carefully forward until he could peer into the rest of the warehouse.
He spotted a group of men discussing something... no, make that two groups, one looking scruffy and rough and the other dressed in expensive clothing. A couple of criminals accusing each other of backstabbing, for sure. He heard a yell and then something whizzed by his head and only years of surviving in war zones allowed him to react quickly enough to avoid it as instinct took over and he hit the floor before diving back out of the window.
He could hear them give chase as he ran as fast as he could.
Part 1 - The Hand Of Fate - Part 3.