Primeval Art Fic: First Meetings (3/5)
Title: First Meetings (3/5)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 2540 for this part
Characters: James Lester, Danny Quinn with Monty, Abby Maitland, Hilary Becker and OCs & OMs.
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the Primeval Art Fic Prompt: Thanks go to Fififolle for the beta, all remaining mistakes are mine - especially as I've added to it since Fi looked at it. Also thanks go to Fred for her wonderful art.
Warning: Offscreen animal death and mutilation.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Lester paled, his gaze turning towards the carcases lying beneath the midday sun and then he was almost running towards the sound.
“Lester!” Danny cried out before following his suddenly-mad guv. What the hell was he doing? He paused when he noticed a bush shaking and Lester slowing as he approached it. The man wasn't showing any fear and Danny wished his cock didn't find that so bloody arousing.
Danny knew he didn't have time to day dream and hurried after Lester, the bat raised ready to meet any threat, and what he wouldn't give for a weapon other than this bloody bat. “Guv! Wait up!” The bat fell to his side when he grew close enough to see what Lester had found. The raw emotion on Lester's face took his breath away as he watched the man cuddling what he had found. “Is he OK?”
Lester glared at him, and if looks could kill Danny knew he'd be stone-cold on the ground, before Lester turned his attention back to the shivering calf. “He's just witnessed his entire family slaughtered for their ivory, what do you think, Quinn?”
Danny glanced back towards the dead animals, wondering if he should chase the scavengers away and then knew why Lester had raced here. Lester hadn't wanted the calf to see the mutilated remains of his family again. “I meant is he hurt?”
Lester humphed before trying to step back to check the calf, but the little mammoth's trunk twined tighter around his arm. He tried to gently pull free but the calf only cried pitifully and Lester moved closer. “Good boy, good mammoth.”
Danny couldn't help smiling at the scene. “I think he likes you, guv.” When Lester shot him another glare, Danny quickly added, “I'll check him out, just... keep him calm.”
Lester nodded, petting and stroking the calf, murmuring to him in a voice too low to Danny to hear what he said.
“Hey, boy.” Danny paused before offering his hand to the calf, smiling as he unwound his trunk slightly to sniff at the proffered hand. “See, I'm with Lester here. I'm not going to hurt you.” He laughed when the trunk tip tickled his hand. “Yeah, see, I'm OK.”
“That remains to be seen, Quinn,” Lester remarked drily, but any bite was lost as he tickled and murmured to the calf.
Danny smiled at the image as he carefully moved around the calf, his hand trailing along his skin to reassure him that it was Danny touching him. Feeling the warmth and wondering at the greed that drove people to kill the calf's family. He heard the calf squeal and closed his eyes when he caught sight of the blood on his flank. “He's been shot!”
“How bad is it?” Lester asked, his worried gaze fixed on the calf.
Danny examined the area carefully, mindful that even as a baby the calf outweighed him. “Looks like a through-and-through. How are you at first aid?”
“I thought you were a policeman?”
“I was, but this is a little outside my area,” Danny admitted.
Lester sighed and handed over his handkerchief. “Use this to clean it and then we'll have to look for something to cover it.”
“This is silk,” Danny murmured as he held the handkerchief, nodding quickly to Lester when the man gave him a look and cleaning the calf's wound carefully. Bloody hell, a bloody silk handkerchief, Lester was so far out of his league... not that it stopped Danny wondering what else Lester might be wearing that was silk. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and forced himself to think about Lester's comment. “Like what?” He wished he'd brought the bag from his bike, he thought he had a first aid kit in it somewhere.
“I don't know, that's why I employ experts,” Lester said somewhat peevishly.
“What are you going to do with him?” Danny asked. “Take him back with you to the ARC?”
Lester smiled. “Monty would like that.”
Lester shook his head, dismissing the idea and making Danny wonder who Monty was? Had the record he'd found mention kids? He couldn't remember, not after he'd read the divorce notification.
Lester shook his head before continuing, “But it would be better for him to stay here. Maybe we can find him a new family?” He sighed. “It is a pity Ms Maitland isn't here, she used to look after the elephants at Wellington Zoo.”
“Well, isn't that sweet.”
Danny spun around, his cricket bat raised, as another voice interrupted their conversation. He swore under his breath at the number of guns pointing at them, all held by men who wouldn't have looked out of place in the Tarzan adventure comics he'd read as a kid.
“Drop it,” the same man spoke, jerking his rifle at Danny's bat. “And that gun too.”
Danny glanced at the rifle, it looked as old-fashioned as the men's clothes, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be deadly. He knew he - they - had no choice except to surrender and hope to escape later. He also know that if he tried anything he risked Lester or the calf being hurt... He glanced towards Lester, the man looked resigned, dropping his pistol when the calf bleated in fear. Lester's expression became furious as he glared at the men, and Danny noticed the ivory trinkets dangling from their clothing. It looked as if they'd found the bloody poachers after all.
Lester took a step forward, moving protectively in front of the calf. “Are you responsible for that?” The cold fury in his voice clear to everyone.
“The elephants?” The same poacher asked and when Lester gave a terse nod, added, “Of course, all they're good for is ivory and who'd miss the dumb beasts?”
Danny could feel the tension rising and stepped forward to attempt to diffuse it, even if Lester was a government hatchet-man, it was clear he was too angry to defuse the situation. Danny raised his hands placating as he said, “Hey, lets just talk about this.”
Lester's angry exclamation of “You...” closely followed by a grunt, a thud and the calf trumpeting in fear had Danny swinging around, his heart stuttering in fear as saw Lester lying on the ground. His fear growing as the bleating calf swept his trunk over Lester's motionless body, nudging him to get up, and Lester remained still.
Danny raised his fists and took a step towards the man who stood threateningly over his guv.
“Try it, man.” The man grinned as he pointed his rifle at Danny. “What we're going to do with them, Harry?”
“Leave them for the scavengers,” the first poacher, Danny assumed his name was Harry, replied.
Danny swore under his breath, forcing himself to calm down and think. He knew they wouldn't have much of a chance out here, not with the vulnerable calf and especially not when Lester was injured. “Hey, take us with you.”
“Why should we?” Harry asked.
Danny grabbed the first idea that occurred to him and pointed at Lester. “He's rich.”
“Ransom?” Harry snorted. “And we're in the past, who's going to pay it?”
Bloody hell, Danny thought, he would run into a poacher with brains. “You must be able to get home...”
“He's got a point, Harry.”
“Maybe.” Harry spat before nodding and pointing at Danny. “Fine, but you're carrying him.”
Danny nodded and took a moment to quickly check Lester over, breathing a sigh of relief when he found a steady pulse, before hauling Lester over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. He turned when he felt something brush against him and realised it was the calf's trunk now wrapped firmly Lester's wrist. “What about the calf?”
“What about it?”
“You can't leave it here,” Danny almost plead with the poachers, he had no wish to leave the calf alone and unprotected, vulnerable to anything drawn to the smell of blood and fresh meat.
“Not any use to us. Now, move.” Harry indicated the direction with his gun.
The calf refused to let go of Lester's wrist, even when one of the poachers hit it with a rifle butt.
“Hey,” Danny cried out, frantically trying to think of something that would save the calf. “Lester wants him, he'd buy him from you.”
“That Lester?” Harry pointed to Lester, adding when Danny nodded. “Maybe he not have enough money. Maybe we kill it now.”
“He's right, Harry. It'll be worth money to someone, a circus maybe.” The poacher who'd clubbed Lester and hit the calf spoke up. “Might as well get something for it.”
***
Danny was worried and not just about Lester; the calf had been dragged away, bellowing in fear. He took another poke around the room they'd been locked in, checking to see if he'd missed anything but he knew, even if he found a way out, he could do nothing until Lester woke.
He sighed as he sat down beside Lester, he might not have a chance with the man but... well, he still had the possibility of working at the ARC and he had never been one to give up without a fight. However Danny's worry grew as the minutes ticked by and Lester remained unresponsive. Just how hard had that poacher hit Lester? Danny tugged Lester onto his lap, his fingers carding carefully through Lester's hair as he checked for lumps and bumps. He gave a sympathetic wince when his fingers encountered a goose-egg sized lump and he wondered if a Lester with a sore head would be more or less snarky. Danny only realised he was still caressing Lester's scalp when the man muttered and moved, maybe he was about to find out? “Back with me, guv?” Danny kept his voice down, partly because Lester had to have a headache and partly because he didn't want the poachers to know he was wake yet.
“Quinn?” Lester blinked his eyes open before closing them with a groan.
“Just lie still and rest, OK, guv?” Danny murmured, his fingers still carding through Lester's hair. He knew Lester would need time to recover before Danny could put his plan into action... although, he thought he recalled that people with head injuries should be kept talking. “What were your plans for this evening?”
“Before you left us stranded in the past?” Lester asked, his fingers carefully probing his head before he winced when he found the goose-egg.
“Rest, don't poke,” Danny advised before remembering he wanted Lester to talk to him. “So, what were you're plans?”
“I had planned on a pleasant weekend with my family.”
“I thought you were divorced?” Danny said without thinking, glancing over when he felt Lester tense.
“Really, Quinn. I do hope you haven't been stalking me.”
Danny swallowed, had Lester noticed his attraction? Considering his fingers were still carding through Lester's hair and the fact he'd brushed vegetation off Lester's arse earlier... of course the man had. Danny knew he couldn't do anything about that now except brazen it out. “I just looked up a few records.” He shrugged, trying his most charming smile. “I just wanted to know who I'd be working for.”
“Except, once again, I am forced to point out that you don't actually work for me.”
“And I can say once more, yet.”
Lester frowned, looking around the room almost frantically. “Where's the calf?” Lester suddenly tried to sit up, paling alarmingly at the movement.
Danny swore softly and tugged the man back against him. It felt nice to have Lester leaning against him, even if he'd never have more. “Calm down, they brought the calf here. I...”
“You what?” When Danny didn't answer, Lester tried to pull free once more. “Quinn? What have you done?”
“I didn't have a choice. They were going to leave him there, except he wouldn't let go of your wrist. I thought they were going to kill him.”
“Quinn?” Lester sounded calmer now. “What did you do?”
“I said you were rich, that if they took us, you'd pay them money. That you'd pay them for the calf too.” Danny sighed. “They might be selling him to the highest bidder.” He took a look at the stiff set to Lester's shoulder. “I'm sorry.”
Lester took a deep breath before letting it out, the tension in his shoulders relaxing. “Don't be, Quinn. They might have left him to die out there or killed him themselves. He's got a chance now.”
“Look, just rest for a bit and I'll get us out of here, OK?” Danny promised. He smiled when Lester nodded and closed his eyes, the warmth against his side was... he shook his head and turned his attention back to his plan. He hoped he could deliver on his promise and tried to find and fix the flaws in his plan, knowing just how badly it could all go wrong. Especially when it wasn't the greatest plan he'd ever had but beggars couldn't be choosers and it was this or nothing.
“I know why you were checking out the ARC. And me.” Lester's voice startled Danny, he had thought the man had been dozing.
“Oh?” Danny replied, half his mind still on his plan.
“Mmm,” Lester murmured. “Partly to see if you'd be working in another homophobic environment.”
Danny swore under his breath, so Lester had noticed Danny checking him out... hang on. “Does that mean I've got a job, guv?”
“We'll see.”
Danny frowned before asking, “You said partly?”
“And to find your brother,” Lester added, opening an eye to meet Danny's gaze. “His disappearance does sound anomaly related.”
“That's not the only reason, guv.” Danny didn't want Lester to think he was just using the ARC to find his brother. Working for the ARC sounded his ideal job, action, saving the world, everything... but he had to know if he'd be accepted. “Not homophobic, then guv?”
“The ARC doesn't care about someone's sexual orientation, Quinn.”
Danny smiled, that wasn't exactly what he had meant. “What about you?”
“I don't care either.”
Danny smiled, knowing Lester couldn't see it now he'd closed both eyes. “No, I meant what about you?”
“I think you need to be a little clearer, Quinn.”
Danny's smile grew, could he let this chance pass him by or take a risk? He leaned in closer to Lester, letting his breath caress the man's face and waited for Lester to open his eyes. When he did, Danny looked into them before closing the gap, nuzzling Lester's lips before asking for entrance. He was somewhat surprised when he got it. He only pulled back when he ran out of oxygen, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Oh, for fuck sake, Quinn,” Lester snapped. “What is your bloody plan?”
Danny paused before telling him, even he had to admit it wasn't the best - or safest - plan he'd ever had. “We get the guard to come in and then we jump him.”
“And get shot?” Lester enquired mildly.
“That is the one drawback, guv.”
Lester snorted. “Fine, try it and, Quinn?”
“Yes, guv?”
“If someone is going to get shot, try to make it the guard.” Lester smirked at him. “Or you.”
“Nice to know you care, guv.”
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 2540 for this part
Characters: James Lester, Danny Quinn with Monty, Abby Maitland, Hilary Becker and OCs & OMs.
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the Primeval Art Fic Prompt: Thanks go to Fififolle for the beta, all remaining mistakes are mine - especially as I've added to it since Fi looked at it. Also thanks go to Fred for her wonderful art.
Warning: Offscreen animal death and mutilation.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Lester paled, his gaze turning towards the carcases lying beneath the midday sun and then he was almost running towards the sound.
“Lester!” Danny cried out before following his suddenly-mad guv. What the hell was he doing? He paused when he noticed a bush shaking and Lester slowing as he approached it. The man wasn't showing any fear and Danny wished his cock didn't find that so bloody arousing.
Danny knew he didn't have time to day dream and hurried after Lester, the bat raised ready to meet any threat, and what he wouldn't give for a weapon other than this bloody bat. “Guv! Wait up!” The bat fell to his side when he grew close enough to see what Lester had found. The raw emotion on Lester's face took his breath away as he watched the man cuddling what he had found. “Is he OK?”
Lester glared at him, and if looks could kill Danny knew he'd be stone-cold on the ground, before Lester turned his attention back to the shivering calf. “He's just witnessed his entire family slaughtered for their ivory, what do you think, Quinn?”
Danny glanced back towards the dead animals, wondering if he should chase the scavengers away and then knew why Lester had raced here. Lester hadn't wanted the calf to see the mutilated remains of his family again. “I meant is he hurt?”
Lester humphed before trying to step back to check the calf, but the little mammoth's trunk twined tighter around his arm. He tried to gently pull free but the calf only cried pitifully and Lester moved closer. “Good boy, good mammoth.”
Danny couldn't help smiling at the scene. “I think he likes you, guv.” When Lester shot him another glare, Danny quickly added, “I'll check him out, just... keep him calm.”
Lester nodded, petting and stroking the calf, murmuring to him in a voice too low to Danny to hear what he said.
“Hey, boy.” Danny paused before offering his hand to the calf, smiling as he unwound his trunk slightly to sniff at the proffered hand. “See, I'm with Lester here. I'm not going to hurt you.” He laughed when the trunk tip tickled his hand. “Yeah, see, I'm OK.”
“That remains to be seen, Quinn,” Lester remarked drily, but any bite was lost as he tickled and murmured to the calf.
Danny smiled at the image as he carefully moved around the calf, his hand trailing along his skin to reassure him that it was Danny touching him. Feeling the warmth and wondering at the greed that drove people to kill the calf's family. He heard the calf squeal and closed his eyes when he caught sight of the blood on his flank. “He's been shot!”
“How bad is it?” Lester asked, his worried gaze fixed on the calf.
Danny examined the area carefully, mindful that even as a baby the calf outweighed him. “Looks like a through-and-through. How are you at first aid?”
“I thought you were a policeman?”
“I was, but this is a little outside my area,” Danny admitted.
Lester sighed and handed over his handkerchief. “Use this to clean it and then we'll have to look for something to cover it.”
“This is silk,” Danny murmured as he held the handkerchief, nodding quickly to Lester when the man gave him a look and cleaning the calf's wound carefully. Bloody hell, a bloody silk handkerchief, Lester was so far out of his league... not that it stopped Danny wondering what else Lester might be wearing that was silk. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and forced himself to think about Lester's comment. “Like what?” He wished he'd brought the bag from his bike, he thought he had a first aid kit in it somewhere.
“I don't know, that's why I employ experts,” Lester said somewhat peevishly.
“What are you going to do with him?” Danny asked. “Take him back with you to the ARC?”
Lester smiled. “Monty would like that.”
Lester shook his head, dismissing the idea and making Danny wonder who Monty was? Had the record he'd found mention kids? He couldn't remember, not after he'd read the divorce notification.
Lester shook his head before continuing, “But it would be better for him to stay here. Maybe we can find him a new family?” He sighed. “It is a pity Ms Maitland isn't here, she used to look after the elephants at Wellington Zoo.”
“Well, isn't that sweet.”
Danny spun around, his cricket bat raised, as another voice interrupted their conversation. He swore under his breath at the number of guns pointing at them, all held by men who wouldn't have looked out of place in the Tarzan adventure comics he'd read as a kid.
“Drop it,” the same man spoke, jerking his rifle at Danny's bat. “And that gun too.”
Danny glanced at the rifle, it looked as old-fashioned as the men's clothes, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be deadly. He knew he - they - had no choice except to surrender and hope to escape later. He also know that if he tried anything he risked Lester or the calf being hurt... He glanced towards Lester, the man looked resigned, dropping his pistol when the calf bleated in fear. Lester's expression became furious as he glared at the men, and Danny noticed the ivory trinkets dangling from their clothing. It looked as if they'd found the bloody poachers after all.
Lester took a step forward, moving protectively in front of the calf. “Are you responsible for that?” The cold fury in his voice clear to everyone.
“The elephants?” The same poacher asked and when Lester gave a terse nod, added, “Of course, all they're good for is ivory and who'd miss the dumb beasts?”
Danny could feel the tension rising and stepped forward to attempt to diffuse it, even if Lester was a government hatchet-man, it was clear he was too angry to defuse the situation. Danny raised his hands placating as he said, “Hey, lets just talk about this.”
Lester's angry exclamation of “You...” closely followed by a grunt, a thud and the calf trumpeting in fear had Danny swinging around, his heart stuttering in fear as saw Lester lying on the ground. His fear growing as the bleating calf swept his trunk over Lester's motionless body, nudging him to get up, and Lester remained still.
Danny raised his fists and took a step towards the man who stood threateningly over his guv.
“Try it, man.” The man grinned as he pointed his rifle at Danny. “What we're going to do with them, Harry?”
“Leave them for the scavengers,” the first poacher, Danny assumed his name was Harry, replied.
Danny swore under his breath, forcing himself to calm down and think. He knew they wouldn't have much of a chance out here, not with the vulnerable calf and especially not when Lester was injured. “Hey, take us with you.”
“Why should we?” Harry asked.
Danny grabbed the first idea that occurred to him and pointed at Lester. “He's rich.”
“Ransom?” Harry snorted. “And we're in the past, who's going to pay it?”
Bloody hell, Danny thought, he would run into a poacher with brains. “You must be able to get home...”
“He's got a point, Harry.”
“Maybe.” Harry spat before nodding and pointing at Danny. “Fine, but you're carrying him.”
Danny nodded and took a moment to quickly check Lester over, breathing a sigh of relief when he found a steady pulse, before hauling Lester over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. He turned when he felt something brush against him and realised it was the calf's trunk now wrapped firmly Lester's wrist. “What about the calf?”
“What about it?”
“You can't leave it here,” Danny almost plead with the poachers, he had no wish to leave the calf alone and unprotected, vulnerable to anything drawn to the smell of blood and fresh meat.
“Not any use to us. Now, move.” Harry indicated the direction with his gun.
The calf refused to let go of Lester's wrist, even when one of the poachers hit it with a rifle butt.
“Hey,” Danny cried out, frantically trying to think of something that would save the calf. “Lester wants him, he'd buy him from you.”
“That Lester?” Harry pointed to Lester, adding when Danny nodded. “Maybe he not have enough money. Maybe we kill it now.”
“He's right, Harry. It'll be worth money to someone, a circus maybe.” The poacher who'd clubbed Lester and hit the calf spoke up. “Might as well get something for it.”
***
Danny was worried and not just about Lester; the calf had been dragged away, bellowing in fear. He took another poke around the room they'd been locked in, checking to see if he'd missed anything but he knew, even if he found a way out, he could do nothing until Lester woke.
He sighed as he sat down beside Lester, he might not have a chance with the man but... well, he still had the possibility of working at the ARC and he had never been one to give up without a fight. However Danny's worry grew as the minutes ticked by and Lester remained unresponsive. Just how hard had that poacher hit Lester? Danny tugged Lester onto his lap, his fingers carding carefully through Lester's hair as he checked for lumps and bumps. He gave a sympathetic wince when his fingers encountered a goose-egg sized lump and he wondered if a Lester with a sore head would be more or less snarky. Danny only realised he was still caressing Lester's scalp when the man muttered and moved, maybe he was about to find out? “Back with me, guv?” Danny kept his voice down, partly because Lester had to have a headache and partly because he didn't want the poachers to know he was wake yet.
“Quinn?” Lester blinked his eyes open before closing them with a groan.
“Just lie still and rest, OK, guv?” Danny murmured, his fingers still carding through Lester's hair. He knew Lester would need time to recover before Danny could put his plan into action... although, he thought he recalled that people with head injuries should be kept talking. “What were your plans for this evening?”
“Before you left us stranded in the past?” Lester asked, his fingers carefully probing his head before he winced when he found the goose-egg.
“Rest, don't poke,” Danny advised before remembering he wanted Lester to talk to him. “So, what were you're plans?”
“I had planned on a pleasant weekend with my family.”
“I thought you were divorced?” Danny said without thinking, glancing over when he felt Lester tense.
“Really, Quinn. I do hope you haven't been stalking me.”
Danny swallowed, had Lester noticed his attraction? Considering his fingers were still carding through Lester's hair and the fact he'd brushed vegetation off Lester's arse earlier... of course the man had. Danny knew he couldn't do anything about that now except brazen it out. “I just looked up a few records.” He shrugged, trying his most charming smile. “I just wanted to know who I'd be working for.”
“Except, once again, I am forced to point out that you don't actually work for me.”
“And I can say once more, yet.”
Lester frowned, looking around the room almost frantically. “Where's the calf?” Lester suddenly tried to sit up, paling alarmingly at the movement.
Danny swore softly and tugged the man back against him. It felt nice to have Lester leaning against him, even if he'd never have more. “Calm down, they brought the calf here. I...”
“You what?” When Danny didn't answer, Lester tried to pull free once more. “Quinn? What have you done?”
“I didn't have a choice. They were going to leave him there, except he wouldn't let go of your wrist. I thought they were going to kill him.”
“Quinn?” Lester sounded calmer now. “What did you do?”
“I said you were rich, that if they took us, you'd pay them money. That you'd pay them for the calf too.” Danny sighed. “They might be selling him to the highest bidder.” He took a look at the stiff set to Lester's shoulder. “I'm sorry.”
Lester took a deep breath before letting it out, the tension in his shoulders relaxing. “Don't be, Quinn. They might have left him to die out there or killed him themselves. He's got a chance now.”
“Look, just rest for a bit and I'll get us out of here, OK?” Danny promised. He smiled when Lester nodded and closed his eyes, the warmth against his side was... he shook his head and turned his attention back to his plan. He hoped he could deliver on his promise and tried to find and fix the flaws in his plan, knowing just how badly it could all go wrong. Especially when it wasn't the greatest plan he'd ever had but beggars couldn't be choosers and it was this or nothing.
“I know why you were checking out the ARC. And me.” Lester's voice startled Danny, he had thought the man had been dozing.
“Oh?” Danny replied, half his mind still on his plan.
“Mmm,” Lester murmured. “Partly to see if you'd be working in another homophobic environment.”
Danny swore under his breath, so Lester had noticed Danny checking him out... hang on. “Does that mean I've got a job, guv?”
“We'll see.”
Danny frowned before asking, “You said partly?”
“And to find your brother,” Lester added, opening an eye to meet Danny's gaze. “His disappearance does sound anomaly related.”
“That's not the only reason, guv.” Danny didn't want Lester to think he was just using the ARC to find his brother. Working for the ARC sounded his ideal job, action, saving the world, everything... but he had to know if he'd be accepted. “Not homophobic, then guv?”
“The ARC doesn't care about someone's sexual orientation, Quinn.”
Danny smiled, that wasn't exactly what he had meant. “What about you?”
“I don't care either.”
Danny smiled, knowing Lester couldn't see it now he'd closed both eyes. “No, I meant what about you?”
“I think you need to be a little clearer, Quinn.”
Danny's smile grew, could he let this chance pass him by or take a risk? He leaned in closer to Lester, letting his breath caress the man's face and waited for Lester to open his eyes. When he did, Danny looked into them before closing the gap, nuzzling Lester's lips before asking for entrance. He was somewhat surprised when he got it. He only pulled back when he ran out of oxygen, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Oh, for fuck sake, Quinn,” Lester snapped. “What is your bloody plan?”
Danny paused before telling him, even he had to admit it wasn't the best - or safest - plan he'd ever had. “We get the guard to come in and then we jump him.”
“And get shot?” Lester enquired mildly.
“That is the one drawback, guv.”
Lester snorted. “Fine, try it and, Quinn?”
“Yes, guv?”
“If someone is going to get shot, try to make it the guard.” Lester smirked at him. “Or you.”
“Nice to know you care, guv.”
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