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Title : Silk and Steel, Part 66
Authors : fredbassett & munchkinofdoom
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Connor, Kermit, Helen, Thomson
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not ours, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None
Summary : Connor's day just carries on getting better.
Warning : Slave!fic.
A/N : Captain Thomson appears by kind permission of [ profile] deinonychus_1 .

Connor gave his curry-flavoured instant noodles a good stir then blew on them before shovelling a spoonful into his mouth. He gasped and waved his hand frantically in front of his open mouth. They were hot!

"Don't know how you can eat those, mate," Kermit said, wrinkling his nose in disgust as Connor blew harder on the next mouthful.

"Some of us don't have someone at home who can cook," Connor said around his full mouth. "And don't tell Abby I said that!"

The young soldier shuddered as Connor spooned more of the whitish, sort-of curry mess into his mouth. “I don’t get home that often,” Kermit muttered, making Connor feel guilty for bringing the subject up, but he’d regained his appetite now and he wasn't slowing down just because the soldier disapproved of his eating habits.

Kermit just shook his head in disbelief and left Connor to his meal while he went into the small kitchen that opened up off the recreation room and switched on the kettle.

Connor followed him, careful to keep his mouth shut as he chewed, and lounged against the worktop. He could do with a coffee. Or maybe tea might be better if that bastard Thomson really did expect him to get some sleep.

"Ah, excellent! I seem to have perfect timing when it comes to hot drinks."

Connor almost dropped his meal at the sound of Dr Helen Cutter's smooth tones. He swallowed quickly, wiping his mouth with the hand holding the spoon. "Dr Cutter! Kermit was just making coffee… tea," he added at Helen's growing frown. "Would you like some?"

"Tea would be lovely, Connor," she answered absently, as she turned her attention from Connor to Kermit. The soldier had straightened up and was suddenly looking far more military than Connor had seen in quite a while. "Kermit, isn’t it?"

"Darren Cooper, ma'am," Kermit said politely, standing to attention and staring over her shoulder. “Kermit’s my call-sign.”

Connor frowned in confusion. He knew Helen was trouble, but the last time he'd seen Kermit this wary, Lieutenant Lyle had ended up being flogged. He wondered what the soldiers had heard about Helen that hadn’t yet filtered through to the science team.

Connor swallowed nervously and his eyes widened. Oh, this wasn't good, not good at all. "Captain Thomson’s made Kermit my babysitter," he said quickly, trying to draw Helen's attention away from the young soldier. Kermit sent a fleeting glare in Connor's direction and returned to staring into thin air. "I need to get four hours sleep or the captain will be angry, and we wouldn't want that," he continued. He was babbling, and he knew it, but there was no way he was going to just stand there and watch Kermit get groped by a woman whose appetite for young men – and women – was still talked about at the university almost a decade after her departure.

Helen shifted her attention from Kermit to Connor, her gaze speculative, and Connor decided that attempting to distract her had probably been a bad idea. She smiled, the gleam in her eyes distinctly predatory, and stepped smoothly into Connor's personal space, delicately removing the noodle container and spoon from his suddenly nerveless hands and depositing them on the worktop beside him.

"Connor Temple," she said idly. "So you're Nick's protégé." Helen slid one manicured hand into his hair and carded her fingers through the tangled strands, still damp from the shower, until they came to rest against his slave-collar.

Connor swallowed nervously. "Dr Cutter?"

Her smile widened. "I think we can dispense with my title. Far too many Cutters in the ARC already, don't you agree? Call me Helen – since I'm sure we are going to be working intimately together."

Helen's free hand came to rest against Connor's chest, over his heart, and he was certain she could feel it pounding away through the layers of clothing. The hand slipped down his body, coming to rest on the belt holding his trousers. She looked up through her lashes and grinned at him, then she let go of his collar and brought both hands to bear on the belt buckle.

Connor's eyes followed her hands and he watched, like a bird caught in the gaze of a cobra, as Helen swiftly undid the belt and let it hang open. Then she undid the button of his trousers, slid the zip down and slipped one hand into his underpants.

Her fingers were warm, but the nails felt sharp, dangerous, and Connor held his breath, waiting to see what she'd do next, wishing it over and done with, whatever it was. This had been coming all day, from one direction or another, and he was tired of it. If it had to be anybody, then fine, let it be Helen Cutter. Bugger them all…

Helen's long fingers wrapped themselves around his already half-hard cock. He'd been on edge for hours and almost wanted this by now. After one long pull he was fully erect in her hand.

She smiled at him. "Quick off the mark, aren’t you, Connor? I do hope you have some staying power behind these quick reflexes of yours. It has been a rather disappointing morning and I’ll be most unimpressed if you fall short." The slow, twisting motion of her fingers counterpointed her angry words and Connor gasped as he thrust forward into her hand, unable to stop his own reactions.

Helen squeezed him, flicking the underside of his cock with one sharp nail, sending conflicting painpleasurepain messages to his brain, and he groaned even as his body jerked against the unexpected stimulus. "We’ll do this at my pace. It isn't a good idea to annoy me, Connor, not when I'm having a bad day."

Connor gasped and tried to gain control of his arousal. He didn't understand what she wanted! Helen had hold of him, he wasn't even touching her, how the hell was he supposed to satisfy her?

Then a flash of movement caught his eye as Kermit fell to his knees at Helen's side, bowing his head in submission and resting it gently against her tailored skirt.

"What?" Helen asked in annoyance, turning to stare down at the soldier at her feet. Even though she’d taken her attention off him, Helen still held Connor's cock in her hand and he was frozen to the spot, afraid of what could happen if she became angry.

"May I speak, mistress?" Kermit raised his head and looked up at Helen.

Helen looked down at the soldier, her forehead creasing with annoyance. "You may," she said, finally.

"Connor’s telling the truth. Captain Thomson’s placed him in my care. His orders were very specific. I’ve got to make sure Connor has something to eat and then gets some rest." Kermit flicked Connor a brief glance and then looked back up to Helen. "The captain will be very angry if anything happens to Connor."

Connor held his breath as Helen continued to stare down at Kermit, considering the soldier's words. She gave Connor's cock an absent squeeze as anger flared in her eyes, and she turned on him. "What's so special about you, Connor? About all of you?" she hissed. Then, finally, she withdrew her hand and stared at her fingers for a second. Then her hand shot out and caught Kermit's head, nails digging into his scalp through his short-cropped hair, drawing blood.

"And what about you?" she asked. "Are you off-limits too? Is everybody in this God-forsaken place who wears a collar off-limits?"

"No, mistress, I'm not off-limits. How may I serve you?"

"Kermit?" Connor asked, "What’s going on? You don't need to do this."

Kermit looked up at Helen, pointedly ignoring him, and then spoke. "May I, mistress?"

Helen nodded her permission and Kermit placed his hands on the hem of Helen's skirt and waited. She nodded again. Kermit slid the material up her thighs until he uncovered smooth, bare flesh where her stockings ended.

Helen loosened her bloody grip on Kermit's head as she shifted to accommodate him between her open thighs. The soldier exposed her silk underwear and, one hand holding her skirt up, he laid the other on the silken material. Kermit stopped, staring up into Helen's eyes, and she nodded again. Kermit slid his fingers gently into the elastic and drew her panties down her thighs, letting them drop to her high heeled shoes.

Helen slid her hand down to the soldier's shoulder and stepped delicately out of her knickers. Then her fingers made their way up his throat, stopping for a moment to touch his collar before coming to rest on the back of his head. Connor watched, enthralled, as Helen guided Kermit's face to her exposed crotch.

"No teeth, boy, or I'll be forced to hurt you," Helen whispered as she pushed his face toward her pubic hair. Kermit nodded, taking care to move his throat mike out of the way before giving in to Helen's directions.

Connor watched as Kermit's fingers slid up her stockinged thigh and disappeared into her pubic hair, making Helen gasp and tighten her hold on his head. Then his tongue flicked out, following the path of his fingers, and Connor watched as Helen parted her legs further and thrust her crotch forward to allow Kermit access to her clit.

Helen began to moan as Kermit's fingers darted in and out of her folds, and Connor swallowed, feeling blood flood back to his flagging erection, making his cock ache with each pulse. But he didn't dare make a sound nor do anything to distract Helen from her pleasure – not if he wanted to avoid another trip to the Punishment Room before he'd even had a chance to heal, despite Thomson's supposed protection.

Kermit's tongue continued to lick at Helen's clit, then Connor saw the soldier lean in, his mouth open as he started to suck at Helen's exposed flesh, his chin beginning to glisten with the sheen left by Helen's juices.

Connor could no longer see Kermit's fingers, just the quickening movement of his hand, but he could see the effect the soldier was having on Helen. She arched her back, pushing forward into the soldier's ministrations as her hands took a tight grasp of his skull, her moans taking on a desperate tone as the movement of her hips speeded up.

Then she let out a choked gasp, throwing her head back as her manicured fingers drew more blood to run sluggishly down Kermit's throat to stain the collar of his uniform. She held the soldier's face tight to her body as she arched through her orgasm, and Connor could see Kermit's fingers work her through the last of her climax before slipping free.

Finally, Helen let go of Kermit's head, making a moue of disgust at her blood-stained nails. She took a shaky step to one side and shot out a hand, catching Connor's arm as she stumbled. She looked at Connor, a frown growing on her slack face as she noticed his engorged cock. Helen met Connor's frightened gaze and then looked down at Kermit, who had returned to his submissive posture, his eyes focussed on the flimsy silk panties on the floor.

"Don't think you can keep me from Connor forever, boy," she snapped, her bloodstained fingers catching Kermit's hair and pulling his head up to look at her. Fresh blood began to seep through her fingernails, but Kermit didn't flinch.

Helen slid her hand down to Kermit's shoulder and used him for balance as she bent down to retrieve her panties. She slipped them back on and then stopped for a moment, before the soldier, holding his gaze. "Don't think, for a moment, that Captain Thomson can keep Nick's team safe for long."

"I’ll remember that," Thomson said from the open doorway, his unheralded arrival making Connor jump with fright. But he noticed that Kermit didn't seem at all surprised by the sudden appearance of the ARC's new head of security. "However, Dr Cutter, you might want to bear in mind that this is now a Section 42 facility, with all that entails."

Helen stalked over to the captain, smoothing down her skirt. She stopped in front of him. "And you, Captain Thomson, would do well to remember that Section 42 needs me. I'll get my way eventually, despite you and that slimy little man, Leek."

Thomson simply stood to one side to let her pass. "And you would do well to remember, ma’am, that Section 42 is still waiting impatiently for a return on its investment." His smile took on a shark-like quality as Helen glared at him and left the room.

Thomson turned his attention back to the remaining occupants of the room. "I applaud your quick thinking, Cooper, but you can turn your microphone off now. I am sure your colleagues have better things to do than eavesdrop on Mr Temple's aborted love life. And, Mr Temple, much as you might enjoy letting it all hang out, I have seen more of your privates today than I care to. Please make yourself decent."

Connor looked down at himself, almost having forgotten that his semi-erect cock was still on show. He tucked himself back into his underpants and did up his trousers and belt.

Kermit had scrubbed his hands under running water at the sink and was now rinsing his mouth out, spitting water into the kitchen sink. The soldier then splashed his face and reached for the paper towels.

Connor watched curiously as Thomson stared around the room and then turned to him. "The first aid kit, Mr Temple?"

Connor pulled it out of one of the kitchen cupboards and handed it over to the captain.

Kermit put his hand out for it but Thomson ignored him “Sit down, Cooper. I imagine Owen has better things to do than tend to your war wounds.”

The recreation room was quiet as Thomson ran an antiseptic wipe over Kermit's injuries, making Connor wince in sympathy each time Kermit grimaced. Finally, Thomson put the first aid kit away and turned his attention back to Connor.

The captain cocked his head toward the open door.

"Can I rely on you, Mr Temple, to actually get some rest without causing any more upsets?"

"Yes, sir." Connor stared at the floor, wondering whether it was going to be obliging enough to open up and swallow him.

"Good. Cooper, he's all yours. Make sure the boy gets some sleep. And both of you at least try to stay out of trouble. There’s a limit to how many places I can be in at once, and everyone and their dog seems to need rescuing today. It’s really very tiresome." Then Thomson turned and left the room.

Connor grimaced. "What did he mean about people needing rescuing?"

Kermit shrugged. "Don't ask me, mate. Come on, let's get you bedded down before someone decides they want a blow job off one of us or something."

Connor nodded tiredly, the adrenaline starting to ebb from his system, and followed the soldier out the room and along the corridor toward the bunk rooms. His groin ached and he felt like he'd been hard for hours. He hadn't wanted Helen's touch, and definitely hadn't wanted to take Kermit's place, but part of his brain seemed to be wishing that it had been him who Kermit had gone down on. He was tired, strung out, confused and – yet again – unsatisfied.

Connor was beginning to wonder if he’d ever get laid. He sighed again, followed Kermit into the darkened bunkroom, then stood there disconsolately while Kermit clapped him on the shoulder and then left him alone. He eyed the narrow, uninviting bunk that waited for him and thought about kicking the wall, just to let off some steam.

Turning to check the door was closed behind him, Connor debated undressing, but decided that was probably just asking for trouble, considering how everyone in the ARC was behaving today. He compromised by toeing off his trainers and leaving them lying untidily on the thinly-carpeted floor, then he lay down and pulled the bed cover over him.

The blanket did nothing to make him feel comfortable. Connor was sick to death of being on edge. He raised the edge of the blanket and peered into the small, dark cave he'd created. Then he glanced up at the door, checking it was still closed.

Why the hell not? Connor decided. Bugger them all. If he was beneath everyone’s attentions at the moment, then he'd just have to take care of himself. Bending his knees to create some space under the thin cover, he undid his trousers – again – and pulled out his cock. One quick sliding twist of his hand and he was hard again.

Connor looked over the top of the blanket again, parting his bent knees to create a dip in the material that he could see over. Yep, the door was still firmly closed. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as his fingers began to squeeze and release, setting up the rhythm that he liked best. Then, when his cock was so hard that the blood was pounding in his veins, he slid his hand down the shaft, stripping his foreskin back, exposing the swollen head and the small slit. A quick, light flick from his fingernail made Connor gasp and buck his hips first into the sensation. He did it again, the sharp drag of nail against sensitive tissue making him draw in his breath sharply, and then he shuddered. So close, he was so bloody close.

One last drag of his fingernail across the exposed slit and Connor felt his balls pull up, his stomach clenching in reaction, and then he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth – determined to milk the sensations for all they worth, not missing anything – as semen splattered messily on the blanket and onto his shirt and stomach.

Gasping for air, Connor let the blanket fall and slowly lowered his legs back to the bunk. He lay there, tired, panting, just allowing himself to drift in the hazy after-effects of orgasm. He felt completely drained, in more ways than one, and thought that maybe he could finally get some sleep.

Eventually, when his body no longer felt totally leaden, Connor patted at his semen-spattered clothing with the blanket and dropped it to the floor. He did up his trousers, not bothering to fasten his belt, and then stumbled to his feet to grab a blanket from another bunk.

Connor crawled back into bed, pulling it over him, and closed his eyes. It had been a strange day, and it wasn't over yet. As he drifted into sleep, he couldn't help but idly wonder why Thomson had come to his rescue, not once, but twice. He was sure that the soldier had no real regard for Connor's well-being, only valuing him for what he was able to do with the computers. As Connor's brain slowed down and slipped inexorably into slumber, he wondered if maybe, all it came down to was that Thomson disliked Miller and Helen more than he valued Connor.

He rolled onto his side and tucked his chin down into the thin pillow, cocooning himself in the blanket as he pulled it up over his head.

Yeah, that had to be it.

Nothing else made any sense. But then not much did, any more.

Date: 2010-10-27 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ooooh, that was a cracker of a chapter! Good for Kermit and his quick thinking.

Date: 2010-10-27 11:59 pm (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
Well, we had to keep up the fine tradition that the Hound started, of throwing Kermit at Helen. *veg*

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Date: 2010-10-27 07:19 pm (UTC)
fififolle: (Primeval - Kermit  (Fredbassett OC))
From: [personal profile] fififolle

she turned her attention from Connor to Kermit. The soldier had straightened up and was suddenly looking far more military than Connor had seen in quite a while. "Kermit, isn’t it?"
Soon as we reached that point I knew it was going to be bad for Darren.

I just can't... God! Helen is a freaking monster. Poor Connor. And you're making me like Thomson, which is all wrong.

A rather wrong and delicious chapter *nod*
Thank you, masters.

Date: 2010-10-28 12:00 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
*laughs* I yelled at Fred when she stranded Kermit with Helen, years ago! And then I go and thow Kermit at Helen. *shrugs*

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Date: 2010-10-27 07:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ooooh! Well now. Poor Connor. And Helen is just making her rounds, isn't she? And Thompson's getting more likable by the minute, lol. (Yes, even when he's being a bastard.) Great chapter!

Date: 2010-10-28 12:01 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
Bastard!Thomson is fun, even if he is only rescuing Nick's team just to get up Helen's nose. *veg*

Date: 2010-10-27 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Good god! Poor Connor AND Kermit this week. Maybe if someone killed her they could blame that on Ryan as well. I mean, they've blamed everything else on him. If he's to be conveniently executed, then why not kill Helen Cutter and add it to the pile?

She truly needs to end up in a collar herself. I mean, aren't her antics getting in the way of the soldiers being able to do their jobs? Isn't that how they got Lester out?

She's freaking ridiculous.

LOL to Connor's comment about Abby's cooking. That was funny.

Date: 2010-10-28 12:03 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
*laughs* Section 42 tried to break Helen before and just ended up with dead soldiers.

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Date: 2010-10-27 08:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
oooh, that was a good chapter. Poor Connor, and poor Kermit for that matter as well. I wondered how long it would be before Helen got her hands on Connor. And yet again Connor thinks he's about to be molested and ends up not being! (Not that I particularly want him to be horribly molested, but he did seem to be getting quite frustrated, poor lad!) Glad he got the chance to sort himself out eventually.

Hopefully he'll feel a bit more useful and more in his normal territory when Cutter takes him to the science brainstorming meeting later.

Date: 2010-10-28 12:04 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
We couldn't leave Connor out! *grins*

Date: 2010-10-27 08:18 pm (UTC)
ext_27141: (Connor Sprawl)
From: [identity profile]
Sooner or later Helen's going to find some prey that doesn't have a convenient rescuer nearby, and then it ain't going to be pretty... Poor Kermit, though! The boy really ain't safe when Helen's around, is he?

Although the whole thing was rather disturbingly hot too... ;)

Date: 2010-10-28 12:05 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
*evil grin* We had to let Helen get her way just once, and Kermit was an obvious choice then!!

Date: 2010-10-27 08:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ooh, I do like Thomson and HELEN! pitted against each other!

Poor bemused Connor . . . And brave Kermit taking one for the team!

You seem to be on a roll with het sex today *g*. Now bring me the filthiest slash ever *vbeg*.

Date: 2010-10-28 12:07 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
*laughs* This is me again! The Hound keeps throwing the S&S het scenes at me. Although that Connor/Abby she wrote for D's birthday was lovely. *nods*

It almost seemed mean to feed Kermit to Helen, but someone had to do it. *nods*

Date: 2010-10-27 10:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yay for Kermit's quick thinking. Poor Connor too. I do like Thomson in this, with his long-suffering rescuing of people from Helen (now he needs to rescue Ryan).

Date: 2010-10-28 12:09 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
Kermit is a sweetie, and Thomson as a reluctant knight in shining armour is hysterical. *g*

Would we really kill Ryan? *shifty look*

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Date: 2010-10-28 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
i love how Helen and Thompson are circling one another, each pointing out shortcomings of the other, both ready to (figuratively?) kill the other if opportunity arises.

nice chapter.

Date: 2010-10-28 10:18 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
Hello! *g*

Helen is a huge amount of fun here, where we can see how the S&S reality would play out in her case. And it's nice to be able to show her as intelligent while still being the antagonist. Or one of the antagonists. *veg* She and Section 42 are leading each other a fine dance.

Date: 2010-10-28 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
What is it? My enemies enemy is my friend. Thankfully Thompson doesn't like Helen, if thats what it takes for him to keep Cutter's team safe then so be it. But you evil girls are keeping me on pins & needles about Ryan and how you are so NOT going to kill him!

Date: 2010-10-28 10:20 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
We're having fun with Thomson! He is a pragmatic career soldier while still not being averse to having a bit on the side. *veg* So he's as much keeping Nick's team in one piece because the ARC needs them as he is doing it to get up Helen's nose. *g*

Date: 2010-10-28 03:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Disturbingly hot. *g*

Nothing else made any sense. But then not much did, any more. So true. Poor Connor.
Edited Date: 2010-10-28 03:07 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-10-28 04:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
My, Helen's not backward in coming forward.
And poor Connor, getting molested at every turn then having to finish himself off.

Date: 2010-10-31 09:13 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
We're being very mean to Connor... *veg*

Date: 2010-10-30 06:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
As much I usually like Helen in this universe she's really off-putting.
Are there young people she doesn't want to mess with?
Yay for Kermit's quick thinking. A pity Thompson didn't come to his rescue as well.

Date: 2010-10-31 09:14 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
Helen is doing her damndest to show that she's not going to take being crossed lying down. *veg* She'd probably have been happy with just groping Stephen, if they'd just left her to it. *serious nod*

Date: 2010-10-31 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
question - this is gen?

Date: 2010-10-31 09:16 am (UTC)
ext_1004: (Primeval)
From: [identity profile]
Nope! I was a bit surprised to see which category this turned up in on the newsletter! I'd probably stick it in an Other category, since it is plotty slash, het and almost anything else on offer...

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Date: 2010-11-13 03:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh Conn is *not* having a good day. Bless the boy. Kermit is a quick thinker and damn you, you're doing ti again. You're making me like a character I still think I shouldn't. Will you stop doing that?

Date: 2010-12-12 01:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*shudders* Kermit's quick thinking might have 'saved' Connor, but I wouldn't have wanted to be in his place!

Can't we please let Helen get eaten or something?

Date: 2010-12-12 10:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Maybe. Maybe not. *veg*

Date: 2011-06-21 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh dear god, HELEN. Is she just planning to fuck her way through the ARC? *growl*

And I now really want to know what's going to happen with Thomson and Section 42. Why is Thomson baiting Helen?

Cracking chapter.

Date: 2011-06-21 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She's certainly not making anyone's life easy.

Date: 2012-03-12 01:33 am (UTC)
celeste9: (priwrimo: connor/abby)
From: [personal profile] celeste9
Man, everyone wants to grope poor Connor! His frustration was both hilarious and sweet. While Helen is quite determined to fuck her way through the ARC apparently! I suppose it was too much to hope for that she would continue to be thwarted, poor Kermit. At least it was a woman, I suppose... Thomson reluctantly rescuing everyone and being snarky about it cracks me up, I want to not like him but...

Date: 2012-03-12 08:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thomson as a reluctant rescuer was far too much fun to be healthy!

Date: 2012-05-02 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeek! Helen is horrible!
And I'm reluctant to say poor Connor, no-one wants him because he's really been quite fortunate!
Poor Kermit!

Date: 2012-05-02 08:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
LOL, the poor lad is getting a bit frustrated!

Date: 2014-03-19 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Another one where I didn't leave a comment. Must have been on something.
This chapter makes me want to huggle Connor and Kermit, punch Helen, and keep a closer eye on Thomson.

Date: 2014-03-19 09:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Easy to miss commenting if you;re reading a lot. Thanks for catching up now!

Date: 2014-03-30 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Kermit is a good guy.
Shit, that was a sad and lonely wank.

Date: 2014-04-02 05:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He's definitely one of the good guys.

*nods* Yes, it was. Poor Connor.


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