“…just need to convince Lester about the extra expenditure. You agree Connor?”

Connor just kept staring, eyes wide. Cutter looked around and saw everyone looking at him, work forgotten, waiting for something.

“What?”

“One or two devices?” Connor asked, counting on his fingers right in front of Cutter’s nose.

“Two.”

“Can’t believe it,” ( Read more... )

Ok, so maybe this hadn’t been one of her better ideas. But it had been a long day - turns out dinosaurs get even grumpier when trapped in a bloody freezing futuristic London - and it was snowing again! and Ryan is god knows where abroad and she needed a fuck. The first person she saw she took home. So what if it was Helen?

So now they are a ( Read more... )

They had ordered the same beer. If that wasn’t a sign from above and beyond pointing to a perfect opportunity to shag, Sam didn’t know what was.

“You a con man or something?” she asked by way of introduction, letting out a lungful of cigarette smoke in the guy’s direction. He looked up from his drink and glanced around making sure she was ( Read more... )

( Mission Accomplished )

( Lost )

059. Intoxicated

To say that it had been a long night would be the understatement of the century. It had started with a few beers (as these nights usually do) to celebrate the return of Lyle & co from God knows where after a month and then gradually turned into something quite… out of this world. Yet, Davis miraculously manages to keep his ( Read more... )

026. Over

He’d been fighting Alex over this for months, fighting in vain to legitimise the blows and the pain in front of his friend, he’d been lying to his Captain whenever the bruises got bad enough to make the medic talk, knowing that Ross would see through his lies but keep silent. Chris was starting to believe he’d be trapped at Wilder’s ( Read more... )

058. Tears

The hushed voices and tiptoeing around annoys Sam even more than Cutter’s pained expression, as if he was the only one who lost Stephen, so she pulls and pushes everyone, driving the dagger deeper in every wound, watching them crumble in front of her eyes. And they let her, silently acknowledging her right to hurt, and she hates it, ( Read more... )

“No.”

“Come on, Stephen, it’ll be fun,” Jenny smiled with her best PR fake sweetness.

“Explain to me how making people laugh at my expense is going to be fun?”

“You’ll be gorgeous and anyway, they’ll be dressed up too.”

“The invitation says it’s optional,” Stephen argued.

“But who could resist the temptation? You’ve seen Connor’s reaction ( Read more... )

Kermit likes long nights spent with dirty jokes and too much to drink.

He loves Ditzy’s dry wit, Blade’s intense silence, and Ryan’s strong, comforting presence, Bentley’s slightly posh Englishness, Sullivan’s annoying constant cheerfulness, and Davis’ addiction to the job that through his eyes sucks much less than it really should. The +18 ( Read more... )