Primeval fic: Dying of the Light
Title: Dying of the Light
Word count: 100
Rating: Gen
Characters: Connor, Nick
For P100 challenge 288: Fireworks
Warning: Character death
AN: Emergency deadline-making drabble. Apparently am mired in angst atm as attempt at humour was too horrible to post.
“Professor… Nick.” Connor shook Cutter in an effort to provoke some sort of response. He was rewarded with a faint moan of pain.
“Sorry,” said Connor. “Sorry. Sorry.”
“Pretty,” murmured Cutter looking around drowsily. “Like Bonfire Night.”
“Or the fourth of July,” agreed Connor, trying not to let his voice break. He had to keep Cutter talking because as long as he was talking he would be alright. Help would get here soon.
“I never gave you a nickname,” said Cutter.
“Doesn’t matter,” said Connor.
“Luke,” said Cutter.
He lay quietly in Connor’s arms as the world exploded around them.
Word count: 100
Rating: Gen
Characters: Connor, Nick
For P100 challenge 288: Fireworks
Warning: Character death
AN: Emergency deadline-making drabble. Apparently am mired in angst atm as attempt at humour was too horrible to post.
“Professor… Nick.” Connor shook Cutter in an effort to provoke some sort of response. He was rewarded with a faint moan of pain.
“Sorry,” said Connor. “Sorry. Sorry.”
“Pretty,” murmured Cutter looking around drowsily. “Like Bonfire Night.”
“Or the fourth of July,” agreed Connor, trying not to let his voice break. He had to keep Cutter talking because as long as he was talking he would be alright. Help would get here soon.
“I never gave you a nickname,” said Cutter.
“Doesn’t matter,” said Connor.
“Luke,” said Cutter.
He lay quietly in Connor’s arms as the world exploded around them.