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fredbassettTitle : High Days and Holidays
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Connor, Cutter, Claudia, Stephen, Ryan, Dave & Others
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Connor finds himself in possession of a visitor’s pass to Sanctuary on a very special day.
A/N : Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mysteriousaliwz’s birthday. I hope you have a lovely day! Thank you for gifting us all the wonderful world of Sanctuary! Thanks to lukadreaming for the beta.
The heavy, club-like tail swung towards his head. Connor emitted a startled yelp and jumped sideways. Naturally, when faced with a choice – tree or no tree – he made the wrong call. Story of his life, really…
* * * * *
He experienced the usual moment of disorientation then found himself standing in front of an open doorway. Before he’d even had chance to open his mouth and say hello, a football came shooting down the hall and, as a voice yelled “Goal!” Connor went down in an ungainly sprawl for what seemed like the 100th time in a very long day.
He barely had time to register that the badge pinned to his chest did indeed declare him to be a visitor before a pair of strong, three-clawed hands hauled him to his feet and brushed him down.
Connor grinned back at the huge, hairless head and hauled a handkerchief out of his pocket to mop up a small amount of drool escaping from one corner of the impressive jaws. “Thanks, mate.” He then realised how grubby his hanky was and promptly stuffed it back out of sight before Claudia appeared and told him off.
“Hello, lad,” Cutter said, strolling out of the kitchen. “Can’t keep you away, can we? What was it this time?
“Euoplocephalus,” Connor said ruefully. Then his expression brightened as he saw the party streamers decorating the hall, “Hey, looks like I picked the right day for a visit!”
“Come and grab a beer, everyone’s in the garden.” Another football sailed down the hall, narrowly missing Cutter.
Connor grabbed it and threw it back to the booted foot hopping around madly.
“Everyone apart from Sinister and Dexter,” Cutter amended. “They’re playing to best of 50, by the look of it.” He smiled indulgently at the excited feet. “Come on, kids, there’s cake outside.”
The matter was decided for them by Dave, who promptly grabbed the ball and hurled it the entire length of the hall and into the conservatory, where a faint tinkle of breaking glass signified that his aim hadn’t been entirely accurate. He then scooped Sinister and Dexter up under each arm and headed down the corridor at a loping run.
“It’s a good job Norman likes him,” Connor commented, as he followed Cutter out into the garden.
“That’s the third window this week,” Cutter said. “But we managed to blame the Pope and the Archbishop of Canterbury for the last two.”
Connor grinned. “Kermit pulled that stunt last week when the lads broke a window in the ARC.” He still hadn’t quite worked out how Norman seemed to travel unhindered between two entirely separate realities, but he strongly suspected that doors marked ‘Maintenance Staff Only, Strictly No Admittance’ had something to do with it.
Outside, the sun was shining and the inhabitants of the house were sprawled around a large swimming pool, lazing under colourful umbrellas.
“That’s new,” Connor said admiringly.
“It was specially installed in honour of the occasion,” Claudia told him, as she got up from her sun lounger, gave Connor a peck on the cheek and handed him a very welcome cold beer.
He watched as Stephen and Ryan flicked water at each other in the pool. It looked as though everyone was enjoying the party. Sinister and Dexter, devoid of both football boots and socks, had plonked themselves down on two large slices of cake and Connor really, really couldn’t even begin to imagine how feet could eat, but no one else seemed to think it was odd. Dave was now wearing a large, floppy straw sun hat and was being fussed over by Leek, who seemed to think his friend was in danger of getting sunburnt. All in all, it looked like situation normal. If normal was the right word…
“What’s the occasion?” he asked, swiping a piece of cake while there was still some left that hadn’t been trodden on.
“It’s the Chief Executive’s birthday.”
Connor instinctively glanced upwards, even though they were outside. “Bugger, I’d have brought a present if I’d known.”
Claudia gave him a knowing smile, which really didn’t bode at all well in Connor’s book. “I wouldn’t worry about it.” She waved her hand at the pool. “Why not take a dip? The water’s lovely.” In response to his hesitation, her smile broadened. “Go on, don’t be shy.”
As Connor started to peel of the first of many layers, he began to wonder if ending up here on this particular day had been entirely coincidental or not. But the smiles he was getting from Ryan and Stephen were all the incentive he needed to carry on undressing.
There were some days where you just had to go with the flow.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Connor, Cutter, Claudia, Stephen, Ryan, Dave & Others
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Connor finds himself in possession of a visitor’s pass to Sanctuary on a very special day.
A/N : Written for
mysteriousaliwz’s birthday. I hope you have a lovely day! Thank you for gifting us all the wonderful world of Sanctuary! Thanks to lukadreaming for the beta.The heavy, club-like tail swung towards his head. Connor emitted a startled yelp and jumped sideways. Naturally, when faced with a choice – tree or no tree – he made the wrong call. Story of his life, really…
* * * * *
He experienced the usual moment of disorientation then found himself standing in front of an open doorway. Before he’d even had chance to open his mouth and say hello, a football came shooting down the hall and, as a voice yelled “Goal!” Connor went down in an ungainly sprawl for what seemed like the 100th time in a very long day.
He barely had time to register that the badge pinned to his chest did indeed declare him to be a visitor before a pair of strong, three-clawed hands hauled him to his feet and brushed him down.
Connor grinned back at the huge, hairless head and hauled a handkerchief out of his pocket to mop up a small amount of drool escaping from one corner of the impressive jaws. “Thanks, mate.” He then realised how grubby his hanky was and promptly stuffed it back out of sight before Claudia appeared and told him off.
“Hello, lad,” Cutter said, strolling out of the kitchen. “Can’t keep you away, can we? What was it this time?
“Euoplocephalus,” Connor said ruefully. Then his expression brightened as he saw the party streamers decorating the hall, “Hey, looks like I picked the right day for a visit!”
“Come and grab a beer, everyone’s in the garden.” Another football sailed down the hall, narrowly missing Cutter.
Connor grabbed it and threw it back to the booted foot hopping around madly.
“Everyone apart from Sinister and Dexter,” Cutter amended. “They’re playing to best of 50, by the look of it.” He smiled indulgently at the excited feet. “Come on, kids, there’s cake outside.”
The matter was decided for them by Dave, who promptly grabbed the ball and hurled it the entire length of the hall and into the conservatory, where a faint tinkle of breaking glass signified that his aim hadn’t been entirely accurate. He then scooped Sinister and Dexter up under each arm and headed down the corridor at a loping run.
“It’s a good job Norman likes him,” Connor commented, as he followed Cutter out into the garden.
“That’s the third window this week,” Cutter said. “But we managed to blame the Pope and the Archbishop of Canterbury for the last two.”
Connor grinned. “Kermit pulled that stunt last week when the lads broke a window in the ARC.” He still hadn’t quite worked out how Norman seemed to travel unhindered between two entirely separate realities, but he strongly suspected that doors marked ‘Maintenance Staff Only, Strictly No Admittance’ had something to do with it.
Outside, the sun was shining and the inhabitants of the house were sprawled around a large swimming pool, lazing under colourful umbrellas.
“That’s new,” Connor said admiringly.
“It was specially installed in honour of the occasion,” Claudia told him, as she got up from her sun lounger, gave Connor a peck on the cheek and handed him a very welcome cold beer.
He watched as Stephen and Ryan flicked water at each other in the pool. It looked as though everyone was enjoying the party. Sinister and Dexter, devoid of both football boots and socks, had plonked themselves down on two large slices of cake and Connor really, really couldn’t even begin to imagine how feet could eat, but no one else seemed to think it was odd. Dave was now wearing a large, floppy straw sun hat and was being fussed over by Leek, who seemed to think his friend was in danger of getting sunburnt. All in all, it looked like situation normal. If normal was the right word…
“What’s the occasion?” he asked, swiping a piece of cake while there was still some left that hadn’t been trodden on.
“It’s the Chief Executive’s birthday.”
Connor instinctively glanced upwards, even though they were outside. “Bugger, I’d have brought a present if I’d known.”
Claudia gave him a knowing smile, which really didn’t bode at all well in Connor’s book. “I wouldn’t worry about it.” She waved her hand at the pool. “Why not take a dip? The water’s lovely.” In response to his hesitation, her smile broadened. “Go on, don’t be shy.”
As Connor started to peel of the first of many layers, he began to wonder if ending up here on this particular day had been entirely coincidental or not. But the smiles he was getting from Ryan and Stephen were all the incentive he needed to carry on undressing.
There were some days where you just had to go with the flow.