Ficlet, Budgets and Balloons, Team, 12
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fredbassettTitle : Budgets and Balloons
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Lester, Becker, Danny, Connor
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wilde_shade in celebration of her being Denial’s 560th member! You wanted an AU of some sort, so hopefully this little ficlet will do the trick. I’ve never attempted steampunk before, but hopefully this is the sort of thing you might like! Thanks to lukadreaming for looking this over for me.
Lester looked up from the vast expanse of his leather-topped mahogany desk, a slightly pained expression on his aristocratic features.
“Captain Becker, have you any idea at all how much it costs to run an airship?”
The captain, resplendent in a black leather flying jacket, allowed his lips to quirk into one of his trademark sardonic smiles. “Yes. But think of the time we’d save getting to anomalies.”
“He’s got a point, guv,” Danny Quinn commented. “If that machine of Connor’s really does end up being able to tell us where anomalies have appeared then we’ll save ourselves a lot of trouble if we can get there faster.”
“When I last checked, Temple’s contraption looked like something cobbled together from the items left behind by the mudlarks who trawl the banks of the Thames.”
“It makes a fine cup of tea,” Danny pointed out.
“That would no doubt account for the steam it was emitting this morning, but my point remains. Airships are expensive and we have a limited budget.”
A noise that sounded uncannily like a farting bull elephant arose from somewhere in the bowels of the building. A few moments later, Connor Temple dashed into the room, brandishing a map.
“It works!” he yelled triumphantly, skidding to a halt in a flurry of silk neckties. “There’s an anomaly in the grounds of Windsor Castle!”
“Shame it’ll have closed long before we get there,” said Danny with ill-disguised mock-sincerity.
Lester sighed loudly. “If Captain Becker is expecting me to say something as vulgar as ‘bugger the budget’, he’ll be sorely disappointed. However, as he is so obviously dressed for a day’s flying, I’d hate to watch his little face crumple with disappointment.” He dispensed the full force of his stare at the team and waved a languid hand. “Well, what are you all waiting for? Get that overgrown balloon off the roof before it does some structural damage. I’ll tell Her Majesty you’re on your way. Do try not to damage anything. Now, shoo, the lot of you.”
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Lester, Becker, Danny, Connor
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for
wilde_shade in celebration of her being Denial’s 560th member! You wanted an AU of some sort, so hopefully this little ficlet will do the trick. I’ve never attempted steampunk before, but hopefully this is the sort of thing you might like! Thanks to lukadreaming for looking this over for me.Lester looked up from the vast expanse of his leather-topped mahogany desk, a slightly pained expression on his aristocratic features.
“Captain Becker, have you any idea at all how much it costs to run an airship?”
The captain, resplendent in a black leather flying jacket, allowed his lips to quirk into one of his trademark sardonic smiles. “Yes. But think of the time we’d save getting to anomalies.”
“He’s got a point, guv,” Danny Quinn commented. “If that machine of Connor’s really does end up being able to tell us where anomalies have appeared then we’ll save ourselves a lot of trouble if we can get there faster.”
“When I last checked, Temple’s contraption looked like something cobbled together from the items left behind by the mudlarks who trawl the banks of the Thames.”
“It makes a fine cup of tea,” Danny pointed out.
“That would no doubt account for the steam it was emitting this morning, but my point remains. Airships are expensive and we have a limited budget.”
A noise that sounded uncannily like a farting bull elephant arose from somewhere in the bowels of the building. A few moments later, Connor Temple dashed into the room, brandishing a map.
“It works!” he yelled triumphantly, skidding to a halt in a flurry of silk neckties. “There’s an anomaly in the grounds of Windsor Castle!”
“Shame it’ll have closed long before we get there,” said Danny with ill-disguised mock-sincerity.
Lester sighed loudly. “If Captain Becker is expecting me to say something as vulgar as ‘bugger the budget’, he’ll be sorely disappointed. However, as he is so obviously dressed for a day’s flying, I’d hate to watch his little face crumple with disappointment.” He dispensed the full force of his stare at the team and waved a languid hand. “Well, what are you all waiting for? Get that overgrown balloon off the roof before it does some structural damage. I’ll tell Her Majesty you’re on your way. Do try not to damage anything. Now, shoo, the lot of you.”