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fredbassettTitle : Back from the Dead
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Lester, Becker/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : A drabble series written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
primeval100 Challenge 250, Past Challenges, incorporating: #1 Introductions, #90 Brave New World, #51 Stephen Hart, #11 Surprise, #29 Kindness, #48 Captain Tom Ryan, #161 The Permian, #201 Sleep, #194 Naked, #39 Helen, #113 Keeping Cool, #186 Somebody to Lean On.
(#1 Introductions)
Becker hesitated in the doorway of Lester’s office and glanced at the casually-dressed man lounging on the sofa. The short blond hair screamed military, as did the watchful blue-grey eyes.
“Captain Becker, I’d like to introduce your predecessor, Captain Ryan.”
Becker’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “But you’re dead,” he blurted before he could stop himself.
“Rumours of Ryan’s death were greatly exaggerated.” In the face of Becker’s obvious confusion, Lester smiled wolfishly. “No, Becker, you aren’t getting time off for good behaviour.”
Becker smiled. Apparently thumping Cutter wasn’t going to be enough to get him thrown off the project.
(#90 Brave New World)
Lester waved a hand airily. “Don’t let me keep you, gentlemen. I’m sure you’d prefer to do some manly bonding in the armoury or over coffee.”
Becker grinned. He could think of a few toys they’d acquired since Ryan’s time on the project that his fellow captain would no doubt approve of.
“Becker will bring you up to speed on the activities of our academics,” Lester added. “Don’t hesitate to bang some heads together, Ryan, I’m sure you’ll find several that would benefit from your particular brand of diplomacy.”
Ryan stood up. “Thank you, sir, it’s good to be back.”
(#51 Stephen Hart)
“Do I take it they haven’t been behaving themselves?” Ryan asked, as they left Lester’s room.
Becker rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”
“I think they’ve probably all been king-sized pains in the arse,” Ryan replied. “I gather that the lovely Mrs Cutter dropped a bombshell before she buggered off and left everyone else to pick up the pieces.”
“How much do you know?” Becker asked.
“I know that Hart tried to commit suicide by dinosaur and Cutter has spent the last four months wearing sackcloth and ashes.
Becker nodded. “Good summary. He’d probably thank you for thumping him.”
(#11 Surprise)
“Then I won’t give him the satisfaction,” Ryan commented.
“Talk of the devil,” Becker muttered as Nick Cutter rounded the corner and came to an abrupt halt, looking like a man who had just seen a ghost.
“Hello, Professor,” Ryan said calmly, putting a hand out to steady him. “Sorry about the surprise. I think Lester was just about to send a memo.”
Cutter’s eyes widened and he took a step backwards.
Half an hour and a full bottle of scotch later, Ryan had finally managed to convince Cutter and the rest of the team that he really was alive.
(#29 Kindness)
“Is there any prospect whatsoever of any work being done around here for the rest of the day?”
Connor looked up at Lester and grinned. “What would you do if we said no?”
“If anyone was foolish enough to tender such a response to the person responsible for paying their over-inflated wages I would refrain from pointing out that the first round of drinks in the Black Swan will be courtesy of Her Majesty’s government.”
Lester’s ability to deliver a lengthy speech without pausing for breath was legendary but Becker had to acknowledge that had been impressive even for him.
(#48 Captain Tom Ryan)
One drink turned into several.
To Becker’s surprise, the Home Office appeared to be picking up the tab for the lot, despite Lester’s heavy emphasis on the word ‘first’ in front of the words ‘round of drinks’.
Ryan had obviously been a popular member of the team and after an evening in his company Becker could understand why.
He treated Cutter with respect leavened by humour. He was matter-of-fact about Stephen’s scars and the limp he tried hard - but unsuccessfully - to conceal. He listened to Connor’s excited explanation of the Anomaly Detection Device and pleased Abby by asking after Rex.
(#161 The Permian)
Becker found himself surprisingly at ease in Ryan’s company despite the fact that he’d known the man fewer than five hours.
He’d read the reports of Ryan’s involvement with the anomaly project, but those hadn’t really told him very much.
Becker still wasn’t sure exactly what sort of sleight of hand had been used to spirit Ryan away from a shallow grave in the Permian, but it was now abundantly clear that only Lester had known the truth. Cutter certainly hadn’t been in on the ruse.
And Ryan wasn’t giving any clues as to what had been done or how.
(#201 Sleep)
When the landlord finally threw the lot of them out onto the street, Becker ended up inviting Ryan back to his flat for coffee.
Unsurprisingly, coffee actually turned into the consumption of yet more alcohol. By the time they’d finished off another few beers and eaten anything in the fridge that had looked even remotely edible, it was far too late for Ryan to turn up at the bed and breakfast accommodation Lester’s secretary had arranged for him.
“There’s a bed permanently made up in the spare room,” Becker offered. “I imagine you could do with some sleep by now.”
(#194 Naked)
Becker wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but somehow Ryan ended up in his bed rather than the spare room.
Ryan was worth looking at clothed, but naked he was stunning.
Wherever the other man had been it had involved exercise and sun, leaving Ryan lean, toned and tanned, but with a lattice-work of scars on his neck and shoulders that bore witness to his encounter with the future predator
Neither of them was capable of more than lazy kisses and a messy but enjoyable hand-job, and after that they drifted into sleep, with Ryan’s head pillowed on Becker’s shoulder.
(#39 Helen)
“Helen Cutter,” Ryan remarked over bacon butties and copious amounts of black coffee the following morning in Becker’s kitchen.
Becker raised one eyebrow and then regretted it as the sadistic dwarf living inside his skull hammered yet another spike into his brain. “What about her?”
“She was the reason I had to go off the radar for so long. After Hart’s attempt to kill himself it was my job to make sure she didn’t get the chance to cause any more havoc.”
“Did you succeed?”
Ryan grinned. “I managed to stop her sending an army of clones into the ARC.”
(#113 Keeping Cool)
“So where is she now?” Becker asked, not really expecting to get an answer to the question.
“Enjoying an extended holiday at the taxpayers’ expense,” Ryan said. “But I’m not totally convinced anyone will manage to hold onto her for long. The bloody woman’s as slippery as a barrel full of eels.”
“And if she does disappear again, will you be sent after her?” Becker surprised himself by how calmly he managed to deliver that question.
He might have only spent one night with Ryan, but he was already hoping he’d have the chance to get to know him better.
(#186 Somebody To Lean On)
Ryan smiled. “I get the impression I’m here to stay for a while longer. Is that going to be a problem?”
Becker returned the smile. “No. Between the scientists and the anomalies, there’s more than enough work for the two of us. It’ll be nice to have some sane company for a change.”
He reached out and poured them both another large mug of coffee.
If he was lucky, the anomalies would hold off just long enough for his hangover to abate and for him to have a shower.
If he wasn’t, at least he wouldn’t have to suffer alone.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Lester, Becker/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : A drabble series written for
primeval100 Challenge 250, Past Challenges, incorporating: #1 Introductions, #90 Brave New World, #51 Stephen Hart, #11 Surprise, #29 Kindness, #48 Captain Tom Ryan, #161 The Permian, #201 Sleep, #194 Naked, #39 Helen, #113 Keeping Cool, #186 Somebody to Lean On.(#1 Introductions)
Becker hesitated in the doorway of Lester’s office and glanced at the casually-dressed man lounging on the sofa. The short blond hair screamed military, as did the watchful blue-grey eyes.
“Captain Becker, I’d like to introduce your predecessor, Captain Ryan.”
Becker’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “But you’re dead,” he blurted before he could stop himself.
“Rumours of Ryan’s death were greatly exaggerated.” In the face of Becker’s obvious confusion, Lester smiled wolfishly. “No, Becker, you aren’t getting time off for good behaviour.”
Becker smiled. Apparently thumping Cutter wasn’t going to be enough to get him thrown off the project.
(#90 Brave New World)
Lester waved a hand airily. “Don’t let me keep you, gentlemen. I’m sure you’d prefer to do some manly bonding in the armoury or over coffee.”
Becker grinned. He could think of a few toys they’d acquired since Ryan’s time on the project that his fellow captain would no doubt approve of.
“Becker will bring you up to speed on the activities of our academics,” Lester added. “Don’t hesitate to bang some heads together, Ryan, I’m sure you’ll find several that would benefit from your particular brand of diplomacy.”
Ryan stood up. “Thank you, sir, it’s good to be back.”
(#51 Stephen Hart)
“Do I take it they haven’t been behaving themselves?” Ryan asked, as they left Lester’s room.
Becker rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”
“I think they’ve probably all been king-sized pains in the arse,” Ryan replied. “I gather that the lovely Mrs Cutter dropped a bombshell before she buggered off and left everyone else to pick up the pieces.”
“How much do you know?” Becker asked.
“I know that Hart tried to commit suicide by dinosaur and Cutter has spent the last four months wearing sackcloth and ashes.
Becker nodded. “Good summary. He’d probably thank you for thumping him.”
(#11 Surprise)
“Then I won’t give him the satisfaction,” Ryan commented.
“Talk of the devil,” Becker muttered as Nick Cutter rounded the corner and came to an abrupt halt, looking like a man who had just seen a ghost.
“Hello, Professor,” Ryan said calmly, putting a hand out to steady him. “Sorry about the surprise. I think Lester was just about to send a memo.”
Cutter’s eyes widened and he took a step backwards.
Half an hour and a full bottle of scotch later, Ryan had finally managed to convince Cutter and the rest of the team that he really was alive.
(#29 Kindness)
“Is there any prospect whatsoever of any work being done around here for the rest of the day?”
Connor looked up at Lester and grinned. “What would you do if we said no?”
“If anyone was foolish enough to tender such a response to the person responsible for paying their over-inflated wages I would refrain from pointing out that the first round of drinks in the Black Swan will be courtesy of Her Majesty’s government.”
Lester’s ability to deliver a lengthy speech without pausing for breath was legendary but Becker had to acknowledge that had been impressive even for him.
(#48 Captain Tom Ryan)
One drink turned into several.
To Becker’s surprise, the Home Office appeared to be picking up the tab for the lot, despite Lester’s heavy emphasis on the word ‘first’ in front of the words ‘round of drinks’.
Ryan had obviously been a popular member of the team and after an evening in his company Becker could understand why.
He treated Cutter with respect leavened by humour. He was matter-of-fact about Stephen’s scars and the limp he tried hard - but unsuccessfully - to conceal. He listened to Connor’s excited explanation of the Anomaly Detection Device and pleased Abby by asking after Rex.
(#161 The Permian)
Becker found himself surprisingly at ease in Ryan’s company despite the fact that he’d known the man fewer than five hours.
He’d read the reports of Ryan’s involvement with the anomaly project, but those hadn’t really told him very much.
Becker still wasn’t sure exactly what sort of sleight of hand had been used to spirit Ryan away from a shallow grave in the Permian, but it was now abundantly clear that only Lester had known the truth. Cutter certainly hadn’t been in on the ruse.
And Ryan wasn’t giving any clues as to what had been done or how.
(#201 Sleep)
When the landlord finally threw the lot of them out onto the street, Becker ended up inviting Ryan back to his flat for coffee.
Unsurprisingly, coffee actually turned into the consumption of yet more alcohol. By the time they’d finished off another few beers and eaten anything in the fridge that had looked even remotely edible, it was far too late for Ryan to turn up at the bed and breakfast accommodation Lester’s secretary had arranged for him.
“There’s a bed permanently made up in the spare room,” Becker offered. “I imagine you could do with some sleep by now.”
(#194 Naked)
Becker wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but somehow Ryan ended up in his bed rather than the spare room.
Ryan was worth looking at clothed, but naked he was stunning.
Wherever the other man had been it had involved exercise and sun, leaving Ryan lean, toned and tanned, but with a lattice-work of scars on his neck and shoulders that bore witness to his encounter with the future predator
Neither of them was capable of more than lazy kisses and a messy but enjoyable hand-job, and after that they drifted into sleep, with Ryan’s head pillowed on Becker’s shoulder.
(#39 Helen)
“Helen Cutter,” Ryan remarked over bacon butties and copious amounts of black coffee the following morning in Becker’s kitchen.
Becker raised one eyebrow and then regretted it as the sadistic dwarf living inside his skull hammered yet another spike into his brain. “What about her?”
“She was the reason I had to go off the radar for so long. After Hart’s attempt to kill himself it was my job to make sure she didn’t get the chance to cause any more havoc.”
“Did you succeed?”
Ryan grinned. “I managed to stop her sending an army of clones into the ARC.”
(#113 Keeping Cool)
“So where is she now?” Becker asked, not really expecting to get an answer to the question.
“Enjoying an extended holiday at the taxpayers’ expense,” Ryan said. “But I’m not totally convinced anyone will manage to hold onto her for long. The bloody woman’s as slippery as a barrel full of eels.”
“And if she does disappear again, will you be sent after her?” Becker surprised himself by how calmly he managed to deliver that question.
He might have only spent one night with Ryan, but he was already hoping he’d have the chance to get to know him better.
(#186 Somebody To Lean On)
Ryan smiled. “I get the impression I’m here to stay for a while longer. Is that going to be a problem?”
Becker returned the smile. “No. Between the scientists and the anomalies, there’s more than enough work for the two of us. It’ll be nice to have some sane company for a change.”
He reached out and poured them both another large mug of coffee.
If he was lucky, the anomalies would hold off just long enough for his hangover to abate and for him to have a shower.
If he wasn’t, at least he wouldn’t have to suffer alone.
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Date: 2012-02-16 09:24 pm (UTC)