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fredbassettTitle : Back to School, Part 5 of 5
Author : fredbassett
Fandoms : Primeval & Enid Blyton’s Malory Towers Series
Rating : 15
Word Count : 11,300 in total. This part 2,048.
Characters : From Primeval, mainly Claudia Brown, with appearances from other team members in the final part. From Malory Towers, Alicia Johns, Darrell Rivers, Sally Hope, Belinda, Bill, Clarissa, Miss Potts, Miss Peters and Miss Grayling.
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Claudia decides to attend a school reunion, but the weekend turns out slightly more eventful than she expects.
A/N : Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lukadreaming and many thanks to her for both the beta and the encouragement. Don’t worry if you haven’t read the books. No prior knowledge is needed. Just treat the others as a bunch of OCs. This is mainly a female-centric romp, with just a tiny smidgen of Claudia/Alicia in the final part. This story fits loosely into my main Stephen/Ryan series. Tanya Lacey was created by reggietate .
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A deft poke from a lacrosse stick dislodged the ungainly pterosaur from its perch on the rock and Darrell flung a net over the squawking creature. As far as they could tell this was the last one and, unlike its fellows, it didn’t seem to have been at all partial to tuna sandwiches.
The low drone of a helicopter sounded above the cheers from the women on the shore as Miss Peters and Darrell hauled their protesting captive down to the speedboat bobbing against the slipway.
“Claudia, I think your colleagues have arrived,” called Sally Hope, who’d been acting as liaison with the ARC.
The helicopter landed on the cliff top and disgorged the usual mix of scientists and the military. Captain Ryan and a group of his men came down the cliff path at a jog, followed closely by Stephen, with Cutter, Abby and Connor behind them. Lester brought up the rear, strolling casually at a far more sedate pace.
“Ooh, pretty men!” said Alicia, appreciatively. “Who’s Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome?”
“Dr Stephen Hart,” Claudia replied, amused by the frankly salacious look on her friend’s face. “He’s taken.”
Alicia sighed. “The pretty ones always are. Who by? Not that gorgeous little pixie, surely? He’d have to stand her on a chair to kiss her.”
“The hunky blond with the big gun,” Claudia laughed, watching as Alicia’s eyebrows met her hairline at speed.
“So which one’s yours?” her friend demanded.
Before Claudia had chance to reply, a very Scottish voice demanded, “Claudia Brown, what the hell have you been playing at? Connor says you’ve been through the bloody anomaly?”
“Needs must, Nick,” said Claudia smoothly. “We did have a liopleurodon on our hands. I don’t think our holding tanks would have quite big enough for him, and you know how much James hates extra expense.”
Before Nick had time to answer, Connor grinned widely. “I wish I’d seen it!” He’d supplied the name of the creature to Sally during their initial conversation. He’d even sent a picture of one to her phone, to confirm the identification. “Was it really as big as Sally said? And black and white? You’re sure it was black and white?”
“It was bloody huge. And yes, Connor, it was black and white, but mottled, not stripy. You might even find that a few people have got photos of it.”
“Cool,” Connor enthused.
Lester’s reaction was somewhat more restrained. “Has it definitely gone?”
“As far as we can tell, yes. Abby, we’ve got a few pterosaurs in the boat and we need to get them back through the anomaly. Can you give us hand?”
Nick Cutter’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re not seriously intending to go back through, woman?”
“Well, I don’t intend to start keeping prehistoric puffins as pets, Nick, so yes, I am seriously intending going back through, but only as far as we need to go to get the creatures back into the air.”
“Dimorphodons,” supplied Connor, helpfully, staring down at the beast glaring balefully up at him from the confines of a hockey net.
“Let Captain Ryan’s men deal with it, Claudia.” Nick’s voice took on a somewhat beseeching tone.
“Most certainly not,” said Claudia briskly. Her eyes swept across the assembled soldiers. Lyle was grinning widely, Ditzy was doing an equally bad job of hiding his amusement, Kermit was staring around the assembled swim-suited women like a kid in a sweetshop and the others were nearly as bad. The only female soldier in the black-clad group was a welcome sight. “Tanya, just the person I need. Give Abby a hand with the net, will you?”
Tanya Lacey flashed Claudia a wide smile and, after receiving a quick nod from a studiously impassive Captain Ryan, did as Claudia had asked. Ignoring Nick’s protestations, Claudia jumped back into the boat, accompanied by both Darrell and Alicia. With Miss Peters at the controls again, and Abby and Lacey keeping a close eye on the wicked beaks of their captives, they headed at full throttle back to the anomaly. They’d already repatriated three of the birds and the four they were carrying now looked like the last of the ones that had come through. Several of the girls had been combing the cliffs with binoculars, but it looked like the gulls had succeeded in defending their territory from the intruders and the dimorphodons had headed for easier pickings on the shore.
Lacrosse sticks and goal nets had been pressed into service and the old girls of Malory Towers had started to hunt down the creatures, while Mary-Lou and the school’s matron had treated the injured man’s leg in the sick bay, plying his companions with hot, sweet tea at the same time. The killer whale story seemed to be working so far, for which Claudia was thankful. According to the information Connor had relayed to Sally Hope, there had been quite a few reports in the press of killer whale sightings off the Cornish coast, so she hadn’t even had to play the aquarium escapee card. The press would no doubt descend on the area in the hope of some Jaws-style reporting, but so far the coastguards were doing a good job of keeping any sightseers in boats away from the area.
“Cutter didn’t look too pleased to be left out,” commented Abby, as she started to free one of the small pterosaurs from the netting as they approached the dancing light of the anomaly.
“This outing is strictly girls only,” Claudia laughed.
“So that’s your evolutionary zoologist, is it?” Alicia said.
“He’s not my anything,” said Claudia tartly, as they were swallowed up by the anomaly, which conveniently covered her blush. Ever since her first impetuous kiss, she and Nick Cutter had succeeded in doing nothing more than dance around each other like a couple of schoolkids on a first date. She was seriously beginning to wonder if she’d have to employ similar tactics to break through his natural reserve again.
Fortunately for her self-composure, one of the dimorphodons chose that moment to make an early break for freedom and the next few minutes were taken up with their attempts to release the ugly little sods without losing a finger in the process.
“Last one!” said Abby, with a pleased grin as one of the creatures perched for a moment on the rail of the boat before launching itself into the air and skimming low over the water in the hunt for something other than tuna sandwiches to eat.
“Miss Brown, ma’am,” Tanya Lacey said. “I think the anomaly is starting to weaken.”
“Time to go home, ladies,” called Claudia. “As quick as you can, please, Miss Peters!”
They shot through the anomaly at speed, all of them taking one last, lingering look at the unspoiled waters of the Jurassic ocean. They were almost back to the slipway when the anomaly flashed once in the early afternoon sunlight and was gone.
“That was bloody amazing!” breathed Alicia reverently. “And I don’t suppose we’re ever going to be able to tell anyone about it, are we?”
Claudia shook her head. “My boss is no doubt already brandishing copies of the Official Secrets Act.”
As it turned out, Sir James Lester was reclining in a deckchair, a glass of Pimms in hand, chatting to Miss Grayling, while Stephen Hart and the soldiers were all enjoying cold beers that had appeared from somewhere along with several more trays of sandwiches. Connor was poring excitedly over Belinda’s sketch pad, admiring the vivid pencil drawings of the leaping ichthyosaurs and the ungainly dimorphodons, captured by the artist as they’d waddled over the rocks on the shore.
Nick was waiting on the slipway for her and as he extended her hand to help her out of the boat, Claudia was suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was still wearing a rather skimpy swimsuit that had seemed entirely adequate for lounging by the pool with her old schoolfriends, but now seemed somewhat less than decent in the company of her work colleagues.
One of his rare smiles lit Nick’s normally serious face as she took his arm, and Claudia resolutely ignored the sly grin on Alicia’s face. As they made their way back to the pool, Nick regaled her with questions about the liopleurodon and what they’d seen on the other side of the anomaly.
The atmosphere around the pool was relaxed, and Claudia sank thankfully into a deckchair and accepted a large drink.
“A job well done, my dear,” murmured Lester. “Although I will admit to a moment of concern when your friend Sally told Connor that your boat had just been sunk by a refugee from Shark Attack 3. At least that was young Mr Temple’s take on the conversation.”
Claudia raised her eyebrows in surprise. She’d seen the film, courtesy of several bottles of wine and a friend with a thing for John Barrowman, but she couldn’t imagine Lester watching something like that.
“Lyle has lamentable taste,” Lester supplied, by way of explanation. “And it was his turn to choose.”
“He refused to go wreck diving with me the following weekend,” drawled Lyle. “It took me weeks to get him back in the water.”
“Some of us don’t have your liking for the cold, Jon. Now, are you going to do something useful or simply sit around drinking beer?”
“I was hoping for a turn around the bay in a speedboat,” Lyle said, looking hopefully at Miss Peters.
For the rest of the afternoon, the soldiers took turns at being ferried around the bay in the boat and running recon flights in the helicopter, while Claudia relaxed by the pool. It seemed Lester and Miss Grayling had reached an understanding on the subject of what happened at Malory Towers staying at Malory Towers without the need for national security to be invoked, and Connor had flushed pink with pleasure on being presented with Belinda’s sketches.
By early evening, when nothing more threatening than a basking shark had been encountered, the search was called off, and Lester and the others returned to the ARC, leaving Claudia to enjoy the remainder of the weekend.
It was well after midnight when she finally retired to the small room high in North Tower but, unlike the previous night, the only thing sparkling on the water was very definitely the moon.
Claudia leaned on the windowsill, replaying the day’s events in her mind, experiencing again the thrill of actually seeing the past for herself.
“I thought you said your job was boring?” said an amused voice, close enough to send warm breath across Claudia’s bare shoulder.
“I may have told a small white lie,” Claudia admitted, doing her best to ignore the flutter of anticipation in her stomach.
“Claudia Brown – Dinosaur Hunter.” Alicia slipped her arms around Claudia’s waist and joined her in staring out of the window. “Let me know if you ever need a lawyer on the team. It beats what I do for a living any day.”
Claudia smiled and leaned back against her friend, enjoying the warmth of the other woman’s body. In spite of the heat of the day, nights at school had always been chilly and this was no exception.
Alicia drew back and, with gentle but insistent hands, turned Claudia around to face her. The room was in darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight. Alicia’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward and captured Claudia’s lips in a soft kiss.
“I’ve wanted to do that since we were in Miss Peters’ class,” Alicia said, the casual teasing gone for once. I fancied you something rotten when we were 14.”
“What happens at school stays in school?” said Claudia, running her hands up Alicia’s arms to her shoulders and tilting her friend’s head back so she could kiss the long line of her throat.
“Absolutely,” murmured Alicia. “And you can tell that bloody Scotsman of yours that if he doesn’t get his act together, he’ll have competition on his hands.”
With the memory of another kiss in mind, Claudia finally allowed her teenage hormones out to play.
She was rapidly coming to the conclusion that it was time she gave into her impulses again where a certain Scotsman was concerned as well.
Author : fredbassett
Fandoms : Primeval & Enid Blyton’s Malory Towers Series
Rating : 15
Word Count : 11,300 in total. This part 2,048.
Characters : From Primeval, mainly Claudia Brown, with appearances from other team members in the final part. From Malory Towers, Alicia Johns, Darrell Rivers, Sally Hope, Belinda, Bill, Clarissa, Miss Potts, Miss Peters and Miss Grayling.
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Claudia decides to attend a school reunion, but the weekend turns out slightly more eventful than she expects.
A/N : Written for
lukadreaming and many thanks to her for both the beta and the encouragement. Don’t worry if you haven’t read the books. No prior knowledge is needed. Just treat the others as a bunch of OCs. This is mainly a female-centric romp, with just a tiny smidgen of Claudia/Alicia in the final part. This story fits loosely into my main Stephen/Ryan series. Tanya Lacey was created by reggietate .* * * * *
A deft poke from a lacrosse stick dislodged the ungainly pterosaur from its perch on the rock and Darrell flung a net over the squawking creature. As far as they could tell this was the last one and, unlike its fellows, it didn’t seem to have been at all partial to tuna sandwiches.
The low drone of a helicopter sounded above the cheers from the women on the shore as Miss Peters and Darrell hauled their protesting captive down to the speedboat bobbing against the slipway.
“Claudia, I think your colleagues have arrived,” called Sally Hope, who’d been acting as liaison with the ARC.
The helicopter landed on the cliff top and disgorged the usual mix of scientists and the military. Captain Ryan and a group of his men came down the cliff path at a jog, followed closely by Stephen, with Cutter, Abby and Connor behind them. Lester brought up the rear, strolling casually at a far more sedate pace.
“Ooh, pretty men!” said Alicia, appreciatively. “Who’s Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome?”
“Dr Stephen Hart,” Claudia replied, amused by the frankly salacious look on her friend’s face. “He’s taken.”
Alicia sighed. “The pretty ones always are. Who by? Not that gorgeous little pixie, surely? He’d have to stand her on a chair to kiss her.”
“The hunky blond with the big gun,” Claudia laughed, watching as Alicia’s eyebrows met her hairline at speed.
“So which one’s yours?” her friend demanded.
Before Claudia had chance to reply, a very Scottish voice demanded, “Claudia Brown, what the hell have you been playing at? Connor says you’ve been through the bloody anomaly?”
“Needs must, Nick,” said Claudia smoothly. “We did have a liopleurodon on our hands. I don’t think our holding tanks would have quite big enough for him, and you know how much James hates extra expense.”
Before Nick had time to answer, Connor grinned widely. “I wish I’d seen it!” He’d supplied the name of the creature to Sally during their initial conversation. He’d even sent a picture of one to her phone, to confirm the identification. “Was it really as big as Sally said? And black and white? You’re sure it was black and white?”
“It was bloody huge. And yes, Connor, it was black and white, but mottled, not stripy. You might even find that a few people have got photos of it.”
“Cool,” Connor enthused.
Lester’s reaction was somewhat more restrained. “Has it definitely gone?”
“As far as we can tell, yes. Abby, we’ve got a few pterosaurs in the boat and we need to get them back through the anomaly. Can you give us hand?”
Nick Cutter’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re not seriously intending to go back through, woman?”
“Well, I don’t intend to start keeping prehistoric puffins as pets, Nick, so yes, I am seriously intending going back through, but only as far as we need to go to get the creatures back into the air.”
“Dimorphodons,” supplied Connor, helpfully, staring down at the beast glaring balefully up at him from the confines of a hockey net.
“Let Captain Ryan’s men deal with it, Claudia.” Nick’s voice took on a somewhat beseeching tone.
“Most certainly not,” said Claudia briskly. Her eyes swept across the assembled soldiers. Lyle was grinning widely, Ditzy was doing an equally bad job of hiding his amusement, Kermit was staring around the assembled swim-suited women like a kid in a sweetshop and the others were nearly as bad. The only female soldier in the black-clad group was a welcome sight. “Tanya, just the person I need. Give Abby a hand with the net, will you?”
Tanya Lacey flashed Claudia a wide smile and, after receiving a quick nod from a studiously impassive Captain Ryan, did as Claudia had asked. Ignoring Nick’s protestations, Claudia jumped back into the boat, accompanied by both Darrell and Alicia. With Miss Peters at the controls again, and Abby and Lacey keeping a close eye on the wicked beaks of their captives, they headed at full throttle back to the anomaly. They’d already repatriated three of the birds and the four they were carrying now looked like the last of the ones that had come through. Several of the girls had been combing the cliffs with binoculars, but it looked like the gulls had succeeded in defending their territory from the intruders and the dimorphodons had headed for easier pickings on the shore.
Lacrosse sticks and goal nets had been pressed into service and the old girls of Malory Towers had started to hunt down the creatures, while Mary-Lou and the school’s matron had treated the injured man’s leg in the sick bay, plying his companions with hot, sweet tea at the same time. The killer whale story seemed to be working so far, for which Claudia was thankful. According to the information Connor had relayed to Sally Hope, there had been quite a few reports in the press of killer whale sightings off the Cornish coast, so she hadn’t even had to play the aquarium escapee card. The press would no doubt descend on the area in the hope of some Jaws-style reporting, but so far the coastguards were doing a good job of keeping any sightseers in boats away from the area.
“Cutter didn’t look too pleased to be left out,” commented Abby, as she started to free one of the small pterosaurs from the netting as they approached the dancing light of the anomaly.
“This outing is strictly girls only,” Claudia laughed.
“So that’s your evolutionary zoologist, is it?” Alicia said.
“He’s not my anything,” said Claudia tartly, as they were swallowed up by the anomaly, which conveniently covered her blush. Ever since her first impetuous kiss, she and Nick Cutter had succeeded in doing nothing more than dance around each other like a couple of schoolkids on a first date. She was seriously beginning to wonder if she’d have to employ similar tactics to break through his natural reserve again.
Fortunately for her self-composure, one of the dimorphodons chose that moment to make an early break for freedom and the next few minutes were taken up with their attempts to release the ugly little sods without losing a finger in the process.
“Last one!” said Abby, with a pleased grin as one of the creatures perched for a moment on the rail of the boat before launching itself into the air and skimming low over the water in the hunt for something other than tuna sandwiches to eat.
“Miss Brown, ma’am,” Tanya Lacey said. “I think the anomaly is starting to weaken.”
“Time to go home, ladies,” called Claudia. “As quick as you can, please, Miss Peters!”
They shot through the anomaly at speed, all of them taking one last, lingering look at the unspoiled waters of the Jurassic ocean. They were almost back to the slipway when the anomaly flashed once in the early afternoon sunlight and was gone.
“That was bloody amazing!” breathed Alicia reverently. “And I don’t suppose we’re ever going to be able to tell anyone about it, are we?”
Claudia shook her head. “My boss is no doubt already brandishing copies of the Official Secrets Act.”
As it turned out, Sir James Lester was reclining in a deckchair, a glass of Pimms in hand, chatting to Miss Grayling, while Stephen Hart and the soldiers were all enjoying cold beers that had appeared from somewhere along with several more trays of sandwiches. Connor was poring excitedly over Belinda’s sketch pad, admiring the vivid pencil drawings of the leaping ichthyosaurs and the ungainly dimorphodons, captured by the artist as they’d waddled over the rocks on the shore.
Nick was waiting on the slipway for her and as he extended her hand to help her out of the boat, Claudia was suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was still wearing a rather skimpy swimsuit that had seemed entirely adequate for lounging by the pool with her old schoolfriends, but now seemed somewhat less than decent in the company of her work colleagues.
One of his rare smiles lit Nick’s normally serious face as she took his arm, and Claudia resolutely ignored the sly grin on Alicia’s face. As they made their way back to the pool, Nick regaled her with questions about the liopleurodon and what they’d seen on the other side of the anomaly.
The atmosphere around the pool was relaxed, and Claudia sank thankfully into a deckchair and accepted a large drink.
“A job well done, my dear,” murmured Lester. “Although I will admit to a moment of concern when your friend Sally told Connor that your boat had just been sunk by a refugee from Shark Attack 3. At least that was young Mr Temple’s take on the conversation.”
Claudia raised her eyebrows in surprise. She’d seen the film, courtesy of several bottles of wine and a friend with a thing for John Barrowman, but she couldn’t imagine Lester watching something like that.
“Lyle has lamentable taste,” Lester supplied, by way of explanation. “And it was his turn to choose.”
“He refused to go wreck diving with me the following weekend,” drawled Lyle. “It took me weeks to get him back in the water.”
“Some of us don’t have your liking for the cold, Jon. Now, are you going to do something useful or simply sit around drinking beer?”
“I was hoping for a turn around the bay in a speedboat,” Lyle said, looking hopefully at Miss Peters.
For the rest of the afternoon, the soldiers took turns at being ferried around the bay in the boat and running recon flights in the helicopter, while Claudia relaxed by the pool. It seemed Lester and Miss Grayling had reached an understanding on the subject of what happened at Malory Towers staying at Malory Towers without the need for national security to be invoked, and Connor had flushed pink with pleasure on being presented with Belinda’s sketches.
By early evening, when nothing more threatening than a basking shark had been encountered, the search was called off, and Lester and the others returned to the ARC, leaving Claudia to enjoy the remainder of the weekend.
It was well after midnight when she finally retired to the small room high in North Tower but, unlike the previous night, the only thing sparkling on the water was very definitely the moon.
Claudia leaned on the windowsill, replaying the day’s events in her mind, experiencing again the thrill of actually seeing the past for herself.
“I thought you said your job was boring?” said an amused voice, close enough to send warm breath across Claudia’s bare shoulder.
“I may have told a small white lie,” Claudia admitted, doing her best to ignore the flutter of anticipation in her stomach.
“Claudia Brown – Dinosaur Hunter.” Alicia slipped her arms around Claudia’s waist and joined her in staring out of the window. “Let me know if you ever need a lawyer on the team. It beats what I do for a living any day.”
Claudia smiled and leaned back against her friend, enjoying the warmth of the other woman’s body. In spite of the heat of the day, nights at school had always been chilly and this was no exception.
Alicia drew back and, with gentle but insistent hands, turned Claudia around to face her. The room was in darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight. Alicia’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward and captured Claudia’s lips in a soft kiss.
“I’ve wanted to do that since we were in Miss Peters’ class,” Alicia said, the casual teasing gone for once. I fancied you something rotten when we were 14.”
“What happens at school stays in school?” said Claudia, running her hands up Alicia’s arms to her shoulders and tilting her friend’s head back so she could kiss the long line of her throat.
“Absolutely,” murmured Alicia. “And you can tell that bloody Scotsman of yours that if he doesn’t get his act together, he’ll have competition on his hands.”
With the memory of another kiss in mind, Claudia finally allowed her teenage hormones out to play.
She was rapidly coming to the conclusion that it was time she gave into her impulses again where a certain Scotsman was concerned as well.
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Date: 2010-08-29 08:20 pm (UTC)And I love the sly little reference to Shark Attack 3 - I've only seen about two minutes of that film, and that was two minutes too many! *g*
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Date: 2010-08-30 10:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-29 08:30 pm (UTC)I'm also practising my innocent look for a certain shark film!
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Date: 2010-08-30 10:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-29 08:41 pm (UTC)LIOPLEURODON!! *breaks out the icon with glee*
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Date: 2010-08-30 10:23 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed its appearance!
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Date: 2010-08-29 09:10 pm (UTC)And slightly belated, yey, I managed to correctly idenify the creatures *geek joy*.
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Date: 2010-08-30 10:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-30 10:44 am (UTC)Although that probably wasn't the point of the story... *shuffles off looking sheepish*
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Date: 2010-08-30 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-29 09:39 pm (UTC)Alicia/Claudia may just be my new OTP... hehe
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Date: 2010-08-30 10:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-29 11:05 pm (UTC)“Ooh, pretty men!” said Alicia, appreciatively. “Who’s Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome?
Alicia would fit right in around Denial :)
Nice action-packed series - I've enjoyed it.
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Date: 2010-08-30 10:25 am (UTC)Lacrosse sticks hanging in the armoury would be great.
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Date: 2010-08-30 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-30 10:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-30 08:20 am (UTC)I love Alicia and Claudia's conversation when the ARC lot arrive ;)
And the soldiers enjoying sandwiches and swimsuits while the girls get the job done!
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Date: 2010-08-30 10:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-30 12:31 pm (UTC)I'd hoped the men had changed into skimpy speedos ;)
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Date: 2010-08-30 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-30 02:12 pm (UTC)“So that’s your evolutionary zoologist, is it?” Alicia said.
“He’s not my anything,” said Claudia tartly, as they were swallowed up by the anomaly, which conveniently covered her blush.
She loves him really :-) But he does need a bit of encouragement to jolt him out of his Oblivious Professor mode.
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Date: 2010-08-30 02:48 pm (UTC)That was why Tanya was roped in! And I've just realised I've forgotten to credit her! Will edit now. *g*
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Date: 2010-08-30 03:51 pm (UTC)The fic was the most awesome ever, and thank you for writing it! I am grinning like an idiot -- so much to love! Lacrosse sticks should be standard issue, and the MT gels should be running the country! Alicia should also join the anomaly project!
I sporfled loudly at this line:
Alicia sighed. “The pretty ones always are. Who by? Not that gorgeous little pixie, surely? He’d have to stand her on a chair to kiss her.”
And the thought of Lyle making Lester watch Shark Attack 3 was hysterical.
*Sighs happily and goes off to re-read*
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Date: 2010-08-30 04:10 pm (UTC)We had to sit through Shark Attack 3, so I didn't see why Lester shouldn't be made to suffer as well!
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Date: 2010-08-30 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-30 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-30 09:25 pm (UTC)*happysigh*
That was lovely!!
Hurrah for the gals \o/
Aw, the North Tower. Marvellous. *happysigh again*
Lester and Lyle *squeee*
Brilliant story! I'm so glad you wrote it :)
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Date: 2010-08-30 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-31 01:45 pm (UTC)And how typical that backup arrives after the girls have got everything under control! *g*
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Date: 2010-08-31 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-31 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-12 11:18 pm (UTC)As is so often the case with your stories, I was really impressed by the cleverly constructed plot and the amount of detail. Although I haven't read Malory Towers, I was able to picture it thanks to your gift for description. I also had a clear image of the Malory Towers characters, which you painted so well through dialogue as well as description.
I know
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Date: 2010-09-13 07:19 am (UTC)I had a great time writing this. It wouldn't have been anywhere near as much fun without the Malory Towers girls.
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Date: 2010-11-02 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-02 08:18 pm (UTC)I'm writing from her POV again, this evening.
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Date: 2010-12-06 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-06 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-07 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-07 05:27 pm (UTC)I have a Famous Five one planned, with Stephen/Ryan and the Five all grown up and in their forties.
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Date: 2012-11-06 04:33 pm (UTC)Tis marvellous, I loved the gang (sorry team) getting Claudia organised and off on her hols. And although I preferred the Chalet School and the St Clares series to Malory towers I am impressd at what I remember.
Loved the girls and teachers just getting everything sorted as the soldiers arrived! And Lester was fabby as always! And as a John Barrowman fan who howled with laughter all the way through Shark Attack 3 I am delighted to see it getting a reference!
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Date: 2012-11-06 05:20 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it. I adored all the school ones.
Yep, I've sat through Shark Attack 3 as well! It's a must on fangirl weekends!