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fredbassettTitle : Tracks in Time (2/7)
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Cutter, Connor, Lester/Lyle, Ryan/Stephen, Abby, Stringer, Blade, Ditzy, Finn, Dane, Kermit.
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : An anomaly opens, leading to a problematic incursion of the present into the past.
“Jesus H. Christ,” wheezed Ditzy. “Nice driving, Finn. What part of the tunnel wall didn’t you see, mate?” He coughed, then demanded, “Sit rep, guys? Jon?”
Lyle groaned, and reached around to try to undo his seat belt. “Alive.”
“Blade?”
“Yeah.”
“Finn?”
A muffled curse came from what appeared to be the depth of the driver’s air-bag. Blade reached over, a knife already in his hand, and started to help Finn disentangle himself.
In less than a minute, the four soldiers were out of the vehicle and staring around them at the wreckage of one lorry, a large van and numerous cars. Already the air smelt of petrol and oil.
Lyle’s chest hurt where the seat-belt had restrained him, and he could see that Blade was limping badly, off the same leg that he’d previously injured. Finn had a trickle of blood out of the side of his mouth, probably from a bitten or split lip, but he seemed otherwise unhurt, as was the medic, by the look of things. Lyle leaned against the car for a moment, forcing his breathing under control, as he looked around and tried to make sense out of the chaotic scene around him.
The screaming continued, then he heard Finn say, “Oh fucking hell, it really isn’t our day, boss.”
“I’ve had better,” acknowledged Lyle, pushing himself off the Range Rover and starting to move towards the passenger door of the car that had rear-ended them. The faster they got people moving out of the tunnel, the better.
“Boss!” Finn’s voice held a note of urgency this time, which stopped the lieutenant in his tracks. “That’s not what I meant. Look down there!”
Lyle started down the tunnel, past the wreckage, past injured and bloody people already starting to drag themselves out of other vehicles. There, about 30 metres ahead, hanging in the middle of the tunnel, like a broken Hall of Mirrors, was an anomaly.
“Oh, bollocks,” grimaced the lieutenant. “Ditz, do what you can for the injured. Blade, Finn, secure that fucker and make sure no-one goes through. I’m going to call this one in, then I’ll be back.”
His own recently injured leg had also been jarred in the crash, but Lyle ignored the pain and started to jog back out to daylight, reaching into his pocket for his phone.
“Help me!” groaned a woman, struggling to drag herself free of her car.
A quick glance told the soldier that she could wait, and he swerved around her, ignoring her plaintive cries.
Traffic had already backed up along the motorway, horns blaring and hazard lights flashing. Several people were talking frantically into mobile phones. Hopefully calling the emergency services, but for all Lyle knew, they could just as easily be phoning home. People were like that.
His first call was 999. The operator took the details and told him help would be on the way. Lyle ended the call quickly and pressed a familiar speed-dial.
Lester answered quickly, his voice low and teasing. “Hello, darling …”
“James?” Lyle was suddenly conscious that there was a slight tremor in his own voice which he ruthlessly quashed. “We’ve got a problem in the Brynglass Tunnel. Tell Stringer to get his arse over here asap. We’ve got a multi-car pile up caused by an anomaly…. Yes, a fucking anomaly…. Oh shit is right. I’m fine, so are the others, but we need back up and we need it fast. I’ll call you when I know more, love …. Yes, I’ll take care. Don’t I always?” With that, Lyle ended the call and started back towards the tunnel.
A woman in her late thirties fell into step beside him, a first aid kit held firmly in one hand. “I’m a nurse,” she said, as though walking back into a situation like that, rather than away from it needed an explanation.
“Army,” said Lyle. “One of my guys is an EMT.”
The woman nodded, stopping to take a quick look into the window of a car where one of the occupants was screaming hysterically. “Someone will be with you soon,” she said, straightening up and remarking to Lyle, “Not much wrong with her if she can yell like that. It’s the ones who aren’t yelling you need to check first.”
Lyle grinned. She’d get on fine with Ditzy.
Several people were starting to make their way out of the tunnel, wearing the vacant look of human beings in shock, but they were moving under their own steam, so all they got from Lyle and his companion was an approving nod.
“Oh shit,” the woman’s voice was quiet, and held a note of resignation. On one side of the tunnel, a small body lay on the floor, covered in blood, head at an unnatural angle. Not moving. “Why the fuck won’t people strap their kids in properly?” She bent down then, a moment later, shook her head.
Lyle stared at her helplessly and she shrugged, moving on to the nearby car, a people-carrier with a shattered windscreen, from which the sound of sobbing could be heard.
“I need to check something, ma’am,” said Lyle, admiring the woman’s composure. “Do you want my guy back here?”
She sighed. “He’ll have enough on his hands wherever he is, I imagine. If you can get people out and moving, do it. Otherwise, leave them where they are until the paramedics get here.”
Lyle nodded, and kept moving. The closer he got to the anomaly, the more the tunnel started to resemble the scene of a road-side bomb. He saw Ditzy leaning into the front of a transit van, talking in the sort of calming voice he usually reserved for animals, small children and the occasional highly-strung scientist.
An articulated lorry was jack-knifed across the carriageway, almost blocking access to the anomaly from one side. A heated babble of voices greeted Lyle as he got closer, one of them Finn’s.
“No you fucking well don’t, mate,” the soldier was saying, in his ‘don’t mess with me voice’. “If you want to do something useful, go and help people, don’t hang around here taking fucking snap-shots.”
“Someone went into that thing and didn’t come out on the other side!”
“You’re concussed,” declared Finn.
Lyle elbowed his way past the man, knocking the camera out of his hand and stamping on it. “Sorry about that. Send me the bill. Now do something useful and go and help someone” The man glared at him and opened his mouth to argue. Lyle put both hands on his shoulders, turned him around and gave him a shove. “That wasn’t a fucking request, mate, it was an order. People are hurt back there. Go help them!”
Running a hand through greasy black hair and shooting Lyle a venomous glare, the man moved off, muttering.
“Thanks, boss. I was about to deck the fucker. He saw Blade go through and wanted to follow him.”
“I told you to secure the fucking thing, not go rubber-necking!”
By way of an answer, Finn waved a hand down at the asphalt on the floor of the tunnel, where a set of enormous skid-marks headed straight at the flickering light surrounding the rip in time …. and did not continue on the other side.
“Oh fuck, it really isn’t our day, is it?” groaned Lyle. “How many?”
“According to Blade, three cars and a lorry.”
The lieutenant swiped a hand through his hair. “I’ve told Lester to call Stringer, but we’re on our own for the moment.”
Finn nodded. “You go through. I’ll make sure you don’t get company unless you want it.”
Lyle nodded, and stepped through, with that sickening lurch of his stomach which always accompanied a trip through an anomaly. Heat hit him immediately and he stopped dead, blinking in the sudden glare of sunlight. Sweat sprung out on his body, and he drew warm air into his lungs with a gasp at the sight spread out in front of him.
A wide expanse of water sparkled in the sunlight. A lake, stretching as far as the eye could see, surrounded by a flat expanse of dried mud. Horsetail ferns rose up out of the ground, and in the distance he could see a tall stand of some sort of pine trees. All around him, in the mud and sand of the shore, he could see tracks left by creatures that had come down to the water to drink. Some small prints, no bigger than a horse’s hoof, some huge, larger than the biggest elephant’s foot.
Lyle scanned the area for immediate threats. He could see animals, but they mostly seemed to be in the distance; huge sauropods, with massive bodies and improbably long necks, balanced by equally long tails. There was also a herd of what looked like some kind of stegosaurus, large plates standing stiffly up on either side of their spines, grouped tightly together, possibly defensively, which might indicate the presence of predators. He vaguely remembered Cutter saying their sort was mostly harmless, but he still regretted the lack of a weapon, especially if there might be meat-eaters in the vicinity of the veggies.
His eyes fell with shock on the sight of an enormous tanker, lying on its side in the soft ground, with two damaged cars, one upside down, a short way in front of the cab, while the other had come to rest a few metres further on. He could see Blade by the nearest car, doing his best to cut one of the occupants free from a seat belt. A large man, with blood running down his head, was wandering around in circles next to him, muttering, “Oh my God, oh my God ….”
A third car had gone even further down the slope and come to rest in the mud at the edge of the lake.
The seat-belt parted under Blade’s ministrations and the soldier started to haul a woman out of the car. Lyle ran down the slight slope to his aid, and together they half-dragged, half-carried her away from the wreck. Another body hung in the straps of the seatbelt, ominously still, in the front passenger seat.
“Jesus Christ!” panted Lyle. “Cutter’s going to go apeshit! We’ll never manage to get this lot hauled out of here before it closes.”
Blade shrugged, then his green eyes slid past Lyle and froze in horror. “Fuck!” he breathed, almost reverently. “We need to get out of here, boss! I’ll take her, you grab matey over there.”
Lyle turned, and was met by a scene straight out of Jurassic Park. A huge herd of what looked like diplodocus was lumbering towards them along the lakeshore, seemingly oblivious to what lay in their path. When something was that fucking big, Lyle supposed, there wasn’t much that worried it. But they sure as hell worried him. Blade was right; they needed to get the two people that were already free of the wreckage out of here, and fast.
The other casualties would have to wait.
Then, to Lyle’s utter horror, the anomaly started to blink and shimmer more faintly than before. The fucking thing was fading.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Cutter, Connor, Lester/Lyle, Ryan/Stephen, Abby, Stringer, Blade, Ditzy, Finn, Dane, Kermit.
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : An anomaly opens, leading to a problematic incursion of the present into the past.
“Jesus H. Christ,” wheezed Ditzy. “Nice driving, Finn. What part of the tunnel wall didn’t you see, mate?” He coughed, then demanded, “Sit rep, guys? Jon?”
Lyle groaned, and reached around to try to undo his seat belt. “Alive.”
“Blade?”
“Yeah.”
“Finn?”
A muffled curse came from what appeared to be the depth of the driver’s air-bag. Blade reached over, a knife already in his hand, and started to help Finn disentangle himself.
In less than a minute, the four soldiers were out of the vehicle and staring around them at the wreckage of one lorry, a large van and numerous cars. Already the air smelt of petrol and oil.
Lyle’s chest hurt where the seat-belt had restrained him, and he could see that Blade was limping badly, off the same leg that he’d previously injured. Finn had a trickle of blood out of the side of his mouth, probably from a bitten or split lip, but he seemed otherwise unhurt, as was the medic, by the look of things. Lyle leaned against the car for a moment, forcing his breathing under control, as he looked around and tried to make sense out of the chaotic scene around him.
The screaming continued, then he heard Finn say, “Oh fucking hell, it really isn’t our day, boss.”
“I’ve had better,” acknowledged Lyle, pushing himself off the Range Rover and starting to move towards the passenger door of the car that had rear-ended them. The faster they got people moving out of the tunnel, the better.
“Boss!” Finn’s voice held a note of urgency this time, which stopped the lieutenant in his tracks. “That’s not what I meant. Look down there!”
Lyle started down the tunnel, past the wreckage, past injured and bloody people already starting to drag themselves out of other vehicles. There, about 30 metres ahead, hanging in the middle of the tunnel, like a broken Hall of Mirrors, was an anomaly.
“Oh, bollocks,” grimaced the lieutenant. “Ditz, do what you can for the injured. Blade, Finn, secure that fucker and make sure no-one goes through. I’m going to call this one in, then I’ll be back.”
His own recently injured leg had also been jarred in the crash, but Lyle ignored the pain and started to jog back out to daylight, reaching into his pocket for his phone.
“Help me!” groaned a woman, struggling to drag herself free of her car.
A quick glance told the soldier that she could wait, and he swerved around her, ignoring her plaintive cries.
Traffic had already backed up along the motorway, horns blaring and hazard lights flashing. Several people were talking frantically into mobile phones. Hopefully calling the emergency services, but for all Lyle knew, they could just as easily be phoning home. People were like that.
His first call was 999. The operator took the details and told him help would be on the way. Lyle ended the call quickly and pressed a familiar speed-dial.
Lester answered quickly, his voice low and teasing. “Hello, darling …”
“James?” Lyle was suddenly conscious that there was a slight tremor in his own voice which he ruthlessly quashed. “We’ve got a problem in the Brynglass Tunnel. Tell Stringer to get his arse over here asap. We’ve got a multi-car pile up caused by an anomaly…. Yes, a fucking anomaly…. Oh shit is right. I’m fine, so are the others, but we need back up and we need it fast. I’ll call you when I know more, love …. Yes, I’ll take care. Don’t I always?” With that, Lyle ended the call and started back towards the tunnel.
A woman in her late thirties fell into step beside him, a first aid kit held firmly in one hand. “I’m a nurse,” she said, as though walking back into a situation like that, rather than away from it needed an explanation.
“Army,” said Lyle. “One of my guys is an EMT.”
The woman nodded, stopping to take a quick look into the window of a car where one of the occupants was screaming hysterically. “Someone will be with you soon,” she said, straightening up and remarking to Lyle, “Not much wrong with her if she can yell like that. It’s the ones who aren’t yelling you need to check first.”
Lyle grinned. She’d get on fine with Ditzy.
Several people were starting to make their way out of the tunnel, wearing the vacant look of human beings in shock, but they were moving under their own steam, so all they got from Lyle and his companion was an approving nod.
“Oh shit,” the woman’s voice was quiet, and held a note of resignation. On one side of the tunnel, a small body lay on the floor, covered in blood, head at an unnatural angle. Not moving. “Why the fuck won’t people strap their kids in properly?” She bent down then, a moment later, shook her head.
Lyle stared at her helplessly and she shrugged, moving on to the nearby car, a people-carrier with a shattered windscreen, from which the sound of sobbing could be heard.
“I need to check something, ma’am,” said Lyle, admiring the woman’s composure. “Do you want my guy back here?”
She sighed. “He’ll have enough on his hands wherever he is, I imagine. If you can get people out and moving, do it. Otherwise, leave them where they are until the paramedics get here.”
Lyle nodded, and kept moving. The closer he got to the anomaly, the more the tunnel started to resemble the scene of a road-side bomb. He saw Ditzy leaning into the front of a transit van, talking in the sort of calming voice he usually reserved for animals, small children and the occasional highly-strung scientist.
An articulated lorry was jack-knifed across the carriageway, almost blocking access to the anomaly from one side. A heated babble of voices greeted Lyle as he got closer, one of them Finn’s.
“No you fucking well don’t, mate,” the soldier was saying, in his ‘don’t mess with me voice’. “If you want to do something useful, go and help people, don’t hang around here taking fucking snap-shots.”
“Someone went into that thing and didn’t come out on the other side!”
“You’re concussed,” declared Finn.
Lyle elbowed his way past the man, knocking the camera out of his hand and stamping on it. “Sorry about that. Send me the bill. Now do something useful and go and help someone” The man glared at him and opened his mouth to argue. Lyle put both hands on his shoulders, turned him around and gave him a shove. “That wasn’t a fucking request, mate, it was an order. People are hurt back there. Go help them!”
Running a hand through greasy black hair and shooting Lyle a venomous glare, the man moved off, muttering.
“Thanks, boss. I was about to deck the fucker. He saw Blade go through and wanted to follow him.”
“I told you to secure the fucking thing, not go rubber-necking!”
By way of an answer, Finn waved a hand down at the asphalt on the floor of the tunnel, where a set of enormous skid-marks headed straight at the flickering light surrounding the rip in time …. and did not continue on the other side.
“Oh fuck, it really isn’t our day, is it?” groaned Lyle. “How many?”
“According to Blade, three cars and a lorry.”
The lieutenant swiped a hand through his hair. “I’ve told Lester to call Stringer, but we’re on our own for the moment.”
Finn nodded. “You go through. I’ll make sure you don’t get company unless you want it.”
Lyle nodded, and stepped through, with that sickening lurch of his stomach which always accompanied a trip through an anomaly. Heat hit him immediately and he stopped dead, blinking in the sudden glare of sunlight. Sweat sprung out on his body, and he drew warm air into his lungs with a gasp at the sight spread out in front of him.
A wide expanse of water sparkled in the sunlight. A lake, stretching as far as the eye could see, surrounded by a flat expanse of dried mud. Horsetail ferns rose up out of the ground, and in the distance he could see a tall stand of some sort of pine trees. All around him, in the mud and sand of the shore, he could see tracks left by creatures that had come down to the water to drink. Some small prints, no bigger than a horse’s hoof, some huge, larger than the biggest elephant’s foot.
Lyle scanned the area for immediate threats. He could see animals, but they mostly seemed to be in the distance; huge sauropods, with massive bodies and improbably long necks, balanced by equally long tails. There was also a herd of what looked like some kind of stegosaurus, large plates standing stiffly up on either side of their spines, grouped tightly together, possibly defensively, which might indicate the presence of predators. He vaguely remembered Cutter saying their sort was mostly harmless, but he still regretted the lack of a weapon, especially if there might be meat-eaters in the vicinity of the veggies.
His eyes fell with shock on the sight of an enormous tanker, lying on its side in the soft ground, with two damaged cars, one upside down, a short way in front of the cab, while the other had come to rest a few metres further on. He could see Blade by the nearest car, doing his best to cut one of the occupants free from a seat belt. A large man, with blood running down his head, was wandering around in circles next to him, muttering, “Oh my God, oh my God ….”
A third car had gone even further down the slope and come to rest in the mud at the edge of the lake.
The seat-belt parted under Blade’s ministrations and the soldier started to haul a woman out of the car. Lyle ran down the slight slope to his aid, and together they half-dragged, half-carried her away from the wreck. Another body hung in the straps of the seatbelt, ominously still, in the front passenger seat.
“Jesus Christ!” panted Lyle. “Cutter’s going to go apeshit! We’ll never manage to get this lot hauled out of here before it closes.”
Blade shrugged, then his green eyes slid past Lyle and froze in horror. “Fuck!” he breathed, almost reverently. “We need to get out of here, boss! I’ll take her, you grab matey over there.”
Lyle turned, and was met by a scene straight out of Jurassic Park. A huge herd of what looked like diplodocus was lumbering towards them along the lakeshore, seemingly oblivious to what lay in their path. When something was that fucking big, Lyle supposed, there wasn’t much that worried it. But they sure as hell worried him. Blade was right; they needed to get the two people that were already free of the wreckage out of here, and fast.
The other casualties would have to wait.
Then, to Lyle’s utter horror, the anomaly started to blink and shimmer more faintly than before. The fucking thing was fading.
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Date: 2009-06-22 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-06-22 05:18 pm (UTC)Great ep -- really tense and with fabulous dialogue. I like the no-nonsense nurse *g*.
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 05:25 pm (UTC)But yay, they didn't get seriously injured, that's already a good thing. And... was that Harper? *evil grin* Ahoy, mate. Oh and just for the record I'm still in love with Lyle and his no shit attitude. *cuddles him*
Awesome chapter, but that's no surprise. :) Oh and you seem to choose scenarios that I'm uncomfortable with. LOL Caves, now a tunnel... I wonder when you're gonna right a plane crash... *shakes head*
*starts counting minutes until the next part is posted*
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 05:26 pm (UTC)No sooner than you get the guys OK then you send them through a disappearing anomaly.
*whimpers*
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 05:49 pm (UTC)*sobs for the dead kiddie*
*screams something along the lines of holyfuckingshitnoooo at the cliffhanger ending* That really is a nightmare situation.
*mumbles* I'm going to give myself a hernia waiting for the next part... hehe :P
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 05:55 pm (UTC)Bloody hell and now you let them be stranded in the past. You're an evil doggy. :(
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Date: 2009-06-22 06:13 pm (UTC)Fred, this is so awesome! I'm all jittery and worried. Ack! More soon, please! *g*
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 06:18 pm (UTC)Hello ITV!!!! Get rid of the TFWIC *points at fred* Here's a very good reason to realise a fourth season!!!
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Date: 2009-06-22 07:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-06-22 06:27 pm (UTC)I knew there would be a cliffie!!I adore reading the action through the eyes of Lyle, with Blade, Finn and Ditzy along for the ride. And what a ride!! I loved Lyle ignoring the begging woman, and all the very realistic accident aftermath. The skid marks going into the anomaly was a fabulous moment, Finn is a star, he really is. Love the way he spots the anomaly first as well. Lester's 'hello darling' was fantastic, poor baby.I'm very glad they are alive, but I need to know that Lyle and Blade are going to be okay now.
Update tomorrow?? Please??
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-06-22 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-23 02:18 pm (UTC)It ended up being huge fun having VERY big dinos to play with :)
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Date: 2009-06-22 07:31 pm (UTC)Well, I was very happy to see that you'd posted another part. I've been having kind of a crappy afternoon, so this was a nice treat. Can't wait to read the next installment! :-)
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 07:39 pm (UTC)Still, great chapter, very tense! And I liked the nurse too :)
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 08:36 pm (UTC)So just as I'm going, 'phew da boyz are all ok!' then suddenly we have a tunnel and lots of injured people and I'm remembering the Sly Stallone movie Daylight... then we have an anomaly and civilians on the wrong side... and then a herd of giant dinos coming to squish people in a not nice way... and now the anomaly is fading!!!!
*frets over da boyz some more*
I do like the nurse, are any of the team single? Actually, are any of them straight... that Hertford water is very infectious! Can we make her a recurring guest OC?
And cheers for bringing up something that has bugged me since series one - how are they not changing history when they keep leaving things in the past! Army gear, trolleys used for returning doped raptors? All the things Connor has lost/ 'pinged' through anomalies... they should be turning up as fossils somewhere or other.
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 10:04 pm (UTC)LOL over Lester's 'Hello darling'.
Cutter's not going to be happy with the evidence left behind.. and then eek another evil cliffhanger.. waves cookies for next part.
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Date: 2009-06-23 07:49 am (UTC)One thing nudges my curiosity (and my sense of pedantry *g*). You refer to Ditzy as an EMT - is that correct for UKSF? (I'm assuming your guys are UKSF rather than any other regiment). My understanding is the EMT (Emergency Medical Technician) is a US title for what in this country we'd call a Paramedic: someone trained to give prehospital care.
The reason I ask is that a)I always assumed Ditzy was an actual Doctor - certainly people are using him as one in fanfic (not that that necessarily means anything!)and b) I know very little about the structure of this kind of unit and you seem to know a great deal more.*g*
Great bit of fic. Looking forward to the next installment!
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:35 pm (UTC)EMT is a phrase which is pretty common now both amongst the forces, and people with rescue experience. Ditzy has done an awful lot of wilderness medicine for caving expeditions (the Combined Services Caving Association do like their foreign jollies!) He's also worked with guys in the US who do a lot of Wilderness stuff. There are a couple of cavers in the States who I know who do an awful lot of training on this sort of stuff for anyone who has rescue involvement. All the caving rescue teams are wholly run by volunteers, and the medical training is getting more and more common.
With Special Forces teams it's usual to have additional specialisms, eg medical, explosives, sniping etc. Lyle, Ditzy, Finn and Blade also have explosives experience as it's useful for them when their hobby is caving/digging.
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Date: 2009-06-23 01:31 pm (UTC)Love the cliffhangers and yes, I am aware how much odd that makes me ;) I love your nurse and the description of the chaos, Jon's dealing with it all and Finn.. oh Finn I adore you! :)
The mention of the poor child made me flinch and bless the brand new car seat we got yesterday while cursing all the moronic parents who don't keep their kids safe!
Loved it and oh I cannot wait for an update :)
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:36 pm (UTC)And yes, parents like that want shooting.
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Date: 2009-06-23 09:47 pm (UTC)Yay, new series! More Lyle/Lester! How is that I missed it when you posted the first part? Damn exams! ^_^
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Date: 2009-06-24 10:32 am (UTC)Love the idea of the anomaly and the multi-car pile up.
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-27 09:50 am (UTC)My favourite bits were Finn being eaten by the air-bag and:
////He saw Ditzy leaning into the front of a transit van, talking in the sort of calming voice he usually reserved for animals, small children and the occasional highly-strung scientist.////
The boys know how to find trouble, past or present, and in this case: both! Great set up, looking forward to seeing where it's going.
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Date: 2009-06-27 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-03 04:47 pm (UTC)But eep, another cliffhanger! You do like to keep us on the edge of our seats, don't you?
Lyle and co are certainly the sort I'd like to have around in an emergency. I need my own SF soldier to carry around in my handbag for the purpose *nods*
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Date: 2009-07-04 06:50 pm (UTC)I do like the soldiers being competent. The show rather short-changed us in that regard.