Fic, Silk and Steel, Part 76
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fredbassettTitle : Silk and Steel, Part 76
Authors : fredbassett & munchkinofdoom
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Leek, Lester, Abby, Connor, Nick, Helen, Stephen, Annie Morris
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not ours, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None
Summary : The team try to come to terms with what has happened.
Warning : Slave!fic.
A/N : The links to all previous parts can be found HERE. Captain Thomson appears by kind permission of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deinonychus_1 and Tanya Lacey appears with kind permission of reggietate
“Would you like a bag for that?” Leek asked in his best ingratiating tone of voice, pulling open one of the desk drawers and rummaging around until he found a plastic carrier bag, flourishing it like a magician producing a rabbit from a hat.
The government executioner, a hatched-faced man in his late forties called Prescott, held out his hand and took the bag from Leek. His suit almost certainly wouldn’t recover from the blood stains it had acquired when Thomson had tossed Ryan’s severed head into his lap but Leek imagined that in Prescott's job suits were probably disposable items. And almost certainly covered by expenses.
Prescott tipped the head into the bag and stood up. “I think that will be all, Mr Leek. I will be providing a full report to my superiors.”
“Well, at least you still have something to show for your journey,” Leek said smoothly, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge the mounting chaos in the rest of the ARC that Stringer was now doing his best to contain. “Are you sure we can’t tempt you to coffee and biscuits before you leave?”
“Quite sure,” Prescott said. “I have another appointment today.”
“Captain Thomson will escort you to your car, Dr Prescott.”
“I’ll bid you good day, Mr Leek,” Prescott said stiffly.
Leek waited until the man was safely out of earshot before meeting Lester’s eyes and saying quietly, “I’m sorry you had to see that, Sir James.”
“It was a trifle… unexpected,” Lester said, impressing Leek yet again with his icy composure.
For a man who had, in the space of something under fifteen minutes, seen first his lover’s dead body and then his dismembered head, Lester was doing a good job of hiding his feelings. Leek wondered vaguely how he would have reacted in the same circumstances and decided that wasn’t something he wanted to think about too closely. He was already feeling surprisingly on edge without Lyle in his accustomed place. Becker, for all his poker-faced calm, was no substitute.
“Let’s hope it provided the distraction Thomson was clearly hoping for,” Leek commented. “Difficult times, Sir James, difficult times.”
“Especially for the next poor bugger when Prescott turns up a couple of hours earlier than expected.” Lester nodded at the Leek’s desk. “The brandy is in the bottom drawer, Oliver. I imagine you’ll be glad of some.” With that, Lester favoured him with a tight-lipped smile and stalked out of the office with the hapless security guard trailing in his wake.
And if it had been Lyle shadowing him rather than Becker, Leek would have had no hesitation in breaking out the alcohol.
* * * * *
Nick smiled gratefully at Tanya Lacey as she entered the recreation room, a bottle of scotch held firmly in one hand. He'd had it well hidden in his office for emergency use only but what they’d all just seen definitely merited pressing it into service, although if she knew where he kept it, maybe he – or his counterpart in the world – hadn’t been quite as discreet as he’d thought.
"I thought you might need this," the soldier said with a wry smile as she handed the bottle over. She looked at the other occupants of the room and her smile faded a little.
Abby was pacing the starkly furnished room, absently skirting around any furniture that was in her path. Her arms were tightly crossed, her face was pale, and Nick could just make out two, tiny red spots – one on each of her pale cheeks.
Off to one side, Connor sat hunched over in a chair, his back to the far wall and the door to the corridor in plain line of sight. Connor had obviously spent enough time around the soldiers to have picked up some of their habits when it came to never sitting with his back to a door. Nick was surprised that Connor had managed to hold himself together until they’d reached the relative privacy of the recreation room. The sight of Ali Khan being violently sick had almost triggered the same reaction in Nick, and Connor had been even closer to the unfortunate technician. Once inside their chosen sanctuary, Connor had made a rapid dash for the kitchen and been sick in the sink. By the time he’d cleaned up after himself and emerged, he’d looked pale but composed. Khan was now sitting next to Connor, his head in his hands.
They weren’t the only ones who still felt queasy. Nick’s stomach was churning in reaction and shivers were running up and down his spine at random intervals, making the hair on the back of his neck stand to attention. The image of Captain Thomson striding through the atrium and up the ramp to Lester's – Leek's – office, Ryan's dismembered head held firmly in both hands, still ambushed him whenever he let his mind wander for a moment.
He closed his eyes and swallowed, tasting bile. A hand rested firmly on his shoulder and squeezed comfortingly. Nick opened his eyes and looked up into the concerned gaze of Lacey.
"I can look after these two if you need a bit of time by yourself, Professor," she said softly.
"No, no – thank you, I need to stay with them."
Abby was still pacing, her gait slowing slightly as she passed Connor's seat. One hand shot out to pet Connor's hair. Connor jerked his head up, obviously startled by the sudden touch, but Abby was already past him and on her way back across the room. The young man's eyes followed her for a few seconds and then he dropped his head again.
Nick sighed tiredly.
"Is there anything I can do to help, sir?" asked Lacey.
"Find Stephen for me. He wasn't in the atrium when Thomson did his I, Claudius act and I don't want someone getting their hands on him. God knows what Helen is likely to do while everyone is so off-kilter."
Lacey looked confused by the reference, and Nick wondered if it was age or universe that was at fault. She then squeezed his shoulder again, briefly. "I'll be back as soon as I can." She headed toward the closed door, coming to a stop as it was opened from the outside.
Annie Morris poked her head inside and looked around. Her face brightened when she saw him. "Ah, there you are, Nick!"
"Have you seen Stephen?" he asked before she could continue.
Annie smiled and stepped into the room with Stephen following behind her. "I thought I'd find you here, dear."
Stephen nodded to Nick. He didn't look too bad, but then again, Nick had always been able to rely on Stephen if things went wrong on a dig or at the university. It looked like this Stephen was the same. Calm and dependable, no matter what was thrown in front of him.
"Are you okay?" Nick asked him.
The other man took a deep breath before replying. "I've been better," he admitted. He looked across at the two remaining members of their team and the obviously distressed computer technician. "Shall I look after them for you?"
Nick smiled gratefully. Stephen grabbed a chair and sat down beside Connor, careful to stay out of the path Abby had carved for herself. He leaned forward and whispered something to Connor who shook his head slightly and just hunched down even further, if possible. Stephen leaned one elbow on the armrest of Connor’s chair, and settled in for the duration.
Nick turned his attention back to Annie. "How did you know I was here?" he asked tiredly, just happy to have his team safe under his supervision.
"I followed Tanya," Annie answered. "I was sure that where she was, Abby and Connor would be nearby, and where they were, you'd be." She gave him a reassuring smile. "I can't stay, though. I have staff in hysterics who need looking after."
Nick looked more closely at his fellow academic. Annie was a little pale but, to all appearances, she seemed to be coping. "How are you doing?" he asked softly, not wanting to attract Abby and Connor's attention.
Lacey turned and looked closely at Annie.
"I'm determinedly not thinking of anything other than my staff and friends," she said smartly. Her smile faded for a moment. "Butterfield wet himself," she said quietly. "The man is a menace and ran the Physics department into the ground before I took over, but I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."
"If I can help in any way..." Nick started to say, but Annie shook her head.
"Just take care of your team, dear, I'll be fine. I'll see to my staff, make sure everyone gets home safely, and then let Niall drive me home." She gave Nick a small wave, and then turned and walked out of the room. Nick could see her spine straighten the closer she got to the door.
This universe was an upside-down, devilish place but, for once, Nick couldn't bring himself to disapprove of Annie's relationship with Blade. If they were able to find even the most minuscule amount of comfort in each other, he could hold his own counsel and look the other way. He was in no position to cast the first stone, not after what he had allowed to happen the previous night. Nick looked across the room at where Connor was still hunched over in his chair, ignoring Stephen's presence, and he swallowed bile again. He knew perfectly well he should have resisted the young man’s advances but things hadn’t seemed quite so clear cut in the darkness of his bedroom.
"Professor?" Lacey interrupted Nick's thoughts, and he looked up to meet her concerned gaze. He had a horrible feeling that she could read his mind, see his shame at giving into the urgings of his student and subordinate despite his own feelings on the bloody Indenture System.
"They'll be okay," Lacey assured him, squeezing his shoulder again. She pointed to the bottle in his hand. "Get some of that in them and their colour will improve." She hesitated and then added quietly, “He was already dead, Professor. It could have been much, much worse.”
"You've seen something like this before?" Nick couldn’t keep the incredulity out of his voice. From the little he'd seen so far, Ryan's team seemed to be taking the desecration of his body in their stride, and he had a horrible feeling that the beheading hadn't been an isolated event.
Lacey shrugged. "It happens. There's a display cabinet in Hereford. Two shelves of bloodied collars." She swallowed audibly before continuing. "The latest additions were three years ago. A team was sent into Afghanistan to extract a Médecins Sans Frontières team that the Taliban had grabbed but two of the doctors didn’t make it out alive. Two heads were shipped to Geneva in return as proof that our government doesn’t tolerate failure. Their collars went into the display cabinet and their bodies were hung in cages outside the barracks for the next month as a reminder to the rest of us to do better next time."
"The British government sent severed heads to the headquarters of a humanitarian volunteer organisation?" Nick was aghast. He'd naively thought that this world couldn't get any worse, and yet again he'd been proven wrong.
Lacey smiled humourlessly. "They sent them back with a very stern letter, but the point had already been made to our guys by then."
Nick shook his head in dismay and stood up. "I need some of this now, I think," he said as he carried the half-full bottle over to the kitchen and switched the kettle on, doing his best to ignore the lingering smell of vomit. Lacey followed him, neatly stepping around Abby on the way. Nick suspected that Abby hadn't even noticed the soldier.
The kettle boiled in the background as Nick got five mugs out of the overhead cupboard. He held up a sixth for Lacey but she shook her head.
"I can't stay long. Lyle wants a meeting asap. I just wanted to make sure those two were okay," she said, inclining her head toward where Abby passed Connor's chair again.
"Are there going to be repercussions over this?" Nick whispered. He vaguely remembered Thomson promising Leek that there wouldn't be, but he held little faith in that particular officer's word.
"Who knows? Hopefully the executioner was satisfied with Ryan's head and won't be grumbling to his superiors. You must admit, it was a great distraction."
"Can things get worse, Tanya?"
"Things can always get worse," she said quietly. "Children – and the Saudi ambassador – died on English soil and there are pictures of them, and the soldiers who attended the incident, all over the internet, despite Miss Lewis's best efforts."
"They'll go after Becker? He was next in command on the call-out."
"Becker’s Section 42. They're not going to hand over one of their own, regardless of who's demanding it."
Nick frowned. "Then who?"
"Ditzy would make a good substitute. He was on the original call-out, and he allowed a prisoner on the way to his execution to break free and arm himself.” Lacey stared pointedly at the spy camera mounted high on one wall of the recreation room. The kettle boiled, interrupting their hushed conversation and Lacey looked relieved. "I'd better go. I'll try to get back as soon as I can. Don't let Connor and Abby go home without me, please."
"You don't need to, Tanya. I can take care of them tonight."
She shook her head. "It'll give me something to do."
"Fine," he replied. "I'll get someone to page you when they're ready to go."
Lacey smiled. "Thank you."
The soldier turned away from him and watched the other occupants of the room for a moment. Stephen must have felt her regard because he looked up, met her gaze, and gave her a brief nod in response to her smile and then turned his attention back to Connor.
Lacey then walked toward the door. She laid her hand on Stephen's shoulder briefly as she went past him, but barely broke her stride, closing the door behind her on her way out.
Nick turned back to the kitchen counter and made five coffees, liberally lacing them with the alcohol after adding milk and sugar. He added a little extra sugar to Connor, Abby and Khan's cups, then he carefully juggled the mugs as he crossed the room back to the seating area. His team needed him.
Thomson’s words from a little earlier, when they had faced each other on the ramp in the atrium, forced their way back into his mind. “They wanted a head, so they’re getting a head. Trust me, Professor, I know these people, I know how their minds work. Keep calm and look after your team. Let me do the rest.”
And to his surprise, Nick found that he did trust Thomson, at least so far as the welfare of Ryan’s team was concerned. As he sipped the hot coffee, he wondered absently quite how many more shocks this fucking universe had in store for him.
Authors : fredbassett & munchkinofdoom
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Leek, Lester, Abby, Connor, Nick, Helen, Stephen, Annie Morris
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not ours, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None
Summary : The team try to come to terms with what has happened.
Warning : Slave!fic.
A/N : The links to all previous parts can be found HERE. Captain Thomson appears by kind permission of
deinonychus_1 and Tanya Lacey appears with kind permission of reggietate“Would you like a bag for that?” Leek asked in his best ingratiating tone of voice, pulling open one of the desk drawers and rummaging around until he found a plastic carrier bag, flourishing it like a magician producing a rabbit from a hat.
The government executioner, a hatched-faced man in his late forties called Prescott, held out his hand and took the bag from Leek. His suit almost certainly wouldn’t recover from the blood stains it had acquired when Thomson had tossed Ryan’s severed head into his lap but Leek imagined that in Prescott's job suits were probably disposable items. And almost certainly covered by expenses.
Prescott tipped the head into the bag and stood up. “I think that will be all, Mr Leek. I will be providing a full report to my superiors.”
“Well, at least you still have something to show for your journey,” Leek said smoothly, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge the mounting chaos in the rest of the ARC that Stringer was now doing his best to contain. “Are you sure we can’t tempt you to coffee and biscuits before you leave?”
“Quite sure,” Prescott said. “I have another appointment today.”
“Captain Thomson will escort you to your car, Dr Prescott.”
“I’ll bid you good day, Mr Leek,” Prescott said stiffly.
Leek waited until the man was safely out of earshot before meeting Lester’s eyes and saying quietly, “I’m sorry you had to see that, Sir James.”
“It was a trifle… unexpected,” Lester said, impressing Leek yet again with his icy composure.
For a man who had, in the space of something under fifteen minutes, seen first his lover’s dead body and then his dismembered head, Lester was doing a good job of hiding his feelings. Leek wondered vaguely how he would have reacted in the same circumstances and decided that wasn’t something he wanted to think about too closely. He was already feeling surprisingly on edge without Lyle in his accustomed place. Becker, for all his poker-faced calm, was no substitute.
“Let’s hope it provided the distraction Thomson was clearly hoping for,” Leek commented. “Difficult times, Sir James, difficult times.”
“Especially for the next poor bugger when Prescott turns up a couple of hours earlier than expected.” Lester nodded at the Leek’s desk. “The brandy is in the bottom drawer, Oliver. I imagine you’ll be glad of some.” With that, Lester favoured him with a tight-lipped smile and stalked out of the office with the hapless security guard trailing in his wake.
And if it had been Lyle shadowing him rather than Becker, Leek would have had no hesitation in breaking out the alcohol.
* * * * *
Nick smiled gratefully at Tanya Lacey as she entered the recreation room, a bottle of scotch held firmly in one hand. He'd had it well hidden in his office for emergency use only but what they’d all just seen definitely merited pressing it into service, although if she knew where he kept it, maybe he – or his counterpart in the world – hadn’t been quite as discreet as he’d thought.
"I thought you might need this," the soldier said with a wry smile as she handed the bottle over. She looked at the other occupants of the room and her smile faded a little.
Abby was pacing the starkly furnished room, absently skirting around any furniture that was in her path. Her arms were tightly crossed, her face was pale, and Nick could just make out two, tiny red spots – one on each of her pale cheeks.
Off to one side, Connor sat hunched over in a chair, his back to the far wall and the door to the corridor in plain line of sight. Connor had obviously spent enough time around the soldiers to have picked up some of their habits when it came to never sitting with his back to a door. Nick was surprised that Connor had managed to hold himself together until they’d reached the relative privacy of the recreation room. The sight of Ali Khan being violently sick had almost triggered the same reaction in Nick, and Connor had been even closer to the unfortunate technician. Once inside their chosen sanctuary, Connor had made a rapid dash for the kitchen and been sick in the sink. By the time he’d cleaned up after himself and emerged, he’d looked pale but composed. Khan was now sitting next to Connor, his head in his hands.
They weren’t the only ones who still felt queasy. Nick’s stomach was churning in reaction and shivers were running up and down his spine at random intervals, making the hair on the back of his neck stand to attention. The image of Captain Thomson striding through the atrium and up the ramp to Lester's – Leek's – office, Ryan's dismembered head held firmly in both hands, still ambushed him whenever he let his mind wander for a moment.
He closed his eyes and swallowed, tasting bile. A hand rested firmly on his shoulder and squeezed comfortingly. Nick opened his eyes and looked up into the concerned gaze of Lacey.
"I can look after these two if you need a bit of time by yourself, Professor," she said softly.
"No, no – thank you, I need to stay with them."
Abby was still pacing, her gait slowing slightly as she passed Connor's seat. One hand shot out to pet Connor's hair. Connor jerked his head up, obviously startled by the sudden touch, but Abby was already past him and on her way back across the room. The young man's eyes followed her for a few seconds and then he dropped his head again.
Nick sighed tiredly.
"Is there anything I can do to help, sir?" asked Lacey.
"Find Stephen for me. He wasn't in the atrium when Thomson did his I, Claudius act and I don't want someone getting their hands on him. God knows what Helen is likely to do while everyone is so off-kilter."
Lacey looked confused by the reference, and Nick wondered if it was age or universe that was at fault. She then squeezed his shoulder again, briefly. "I'll be back as soon as I can." She headed toward the closed door, coming to a stop as it was opened from the outside.
Annie Morris poked her head inside and looked around. Her face brightened when she saw him. "Ah, there you are, Nick!"
"Have you seen Stephen?" he asked before she could continue.
Annie smiled and stepped into the room with Stephen following behind her. "I thought I'd find you here, dear."
Stephen nodded to Nick. He didn't look too bad, but then again, Nick had always been able to rely on Stephen if things went wrong on a dig or at the university. It looked like this Stephen was the same. Calm and dependable, no matter what was thrown in front of him.
"Are you okay?" Nick asked him.
The other man took a deep breath before replying. "I've been better," he admitted. He looked across at the two remaining members of their team and the obviously distressed computer technician. "Shall I look after them for you?"
Nick smiled gratefully. Stephen grabbed a chair and sat down beside Connor, careful to stay out of the path Abby had carved for herself. He leaned forward and whispered something to Connor who shook his head slightly and just hunched down even further, if possible. Stephen leaned one elbow on the armrest of Connor’s chair, and settled in for the duration.
Nick turned his attention back to Annie. "How did you know I was here?" he asked tiredly, just happy to have his team safe under his supervision.
"I followed Tanya," Annie answered. "I was sure that where she was, Abby and Connor would be nearby, and where they were, you'd be." She gave him a reassuring smile. "I can't stay, though. I have staff in hysterics who need looking after."
Nick looked more closely at his fellow academic. Annie was a little pale but, to all appearances, she seemed to be coping. "How are you doing?" he asked softly, not wanting to attract Abby and Connor's attention.
Lacey turned and looked closely at Annie.
"I'm determinedly not thinking of anything other than my staff and friends," she said smartly. Her smile faded for a moment. "Butterfield wet himself," she said quietly. "The man is a menace and ran the Physics department into the ground before I took over, but I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."
"If I can help in any way..." Nick started to say, but Annie shook her head.
"Just take care of your team, dear, I'll be fine. I'll see to my staff, make sure everyone gets home safely, and then let Niall drive me home." She gave Nick a small wave, and then turned and walked out of the room. Nick could see her spine straighten the closer she got to the door.
This universe was an upside-down, devilish place but, for once, Nick couldn't bring himself to disapprove of Annie's relationship with Blade. If they were able to find even the most minuscule amount of comfort in each other, he could hold his own counsel and look the other way. He was in no position to cast the first stone, not after what he had allowed to happen the previous night. Nick looked across the room at where Connor was still hunched over in his chair, ignoring Stephen's presence, and he swallowed bile again. He knew perfectly well he should have resisted the young man’s advances but things hadn’t seemed quite so clear cut in the darkness of his bedroom.
"Professor?" Lacey interrupted Nick's thoughts, and he looked up to meet her concerned gaze. He had a horrible feeling that she could read his mind, see his shame at giving into the urgings of his student and subordinate despite his own feelings on the bloody Indenture System.
"They'll be okay," Lacey assured him, squeezing his shoulder again. She pointed to the bottle in his hand. "Get some of that in them and their colour will improve." She hesitated and then added quietly, “He was already dead, Professor. It could have been much, much worse.”
"You've seen something like this before?" Nick couldn’t keep the incredulity out of his voice. From the little he'd seen so far, Ryan's team seemed to be taking the desecration of his body in their stride, and he had a horrible feeling that the beheading hadn't been an isolated event.
Lacey shrugged. "It happens. There's a display cabinet in Hereford. Two shelves of bloodied collars." She swallowed audibly before continuing. "The latest additions were three years ago. A team was sent into Afghanistan to extract a Médecins Sans Frontières team that the Taliban had grabbed but two of the doctors didn’t make it out alive. Two heads were shipped to Geneva in return as proof that our government doesn’t tolerate failure. Their collars went into the display cabinet and their bodies were hung in cages outside the barracks for the next month as a reminder to the rest of us to do better next time."
"The British government sent severed heads to the headquarters of a humanitarian volunteer organisation?" Nick was aghast. He'd naively thought that this world couldn't get any worse, and yet again he'd been proven wrong.
Lacey smiled humourlessly. "They sent them back with a very stern letter, but the point had already been made to our guys by then."
Nick shook his head in dismay and stood up. "I need some of this now, I think," he said as he carried the half-full bottle over to the kitchen and switched the kettle on, doing his best to ignore the lingering smell of vomit. Lacey followed him, neatly stepping around Abby on the way. Nick suspected that Abby hadn't even noticed the soldier.
The kettle boiled in the background as Nick got five mugs out of the overhead cupboard. He held up a sixth for Lacey but she shook her head.
"I can't stay long. Lyle wants a meeting asap. I just wanted to make sure those two were okay," she said, inclining her head toward where Abby passed Connor's chair again.
"Are there going to be repercussions over this?" Nick whispered. He vaguely remembered Thomson promising Leek that there wouldn't be, but he held little faith in that particular officer's word.
"Who knows? Hopefully the executioner was satisfied with Ryan's head and won't be grumbling to his superiors. You must admit, it was a great distraction."
"Can things get worse, Tanya?"
"Things can always get worse," she said quietly. "Children – and the Saudi ambassador – died on English soil and there are pictures of them, and the soldiers who attended the incident, all over the internet, despite Miss Lewis's best efforts."
"They'll go after Becker? He was next in command on the call-out."
"Becker’s Section 42. They're not going to hand over one of their own, regardless of who's demanding it."
Nick frowned. "Then who?"
"Ditzy would make a good substitute. He was on the original call-out, and he allowed a prisoner on the way to his execution to break free and arm himself.” Lacey stared pointedly at the spy camera mounted high on one wall of the recreation room. The kettle boiled, interrupting their hushed conversation and Lacey looked relieved. "I'd better go. I'll try to get back as soon as I can. Don't let Connor and Abby go home without me, please."
"You don't need to, Tanya. I can take care of them tonight."
She shook her head. "It'll give me something to do."
"Fine," he replied. "I'll get someone to page you when they're ready to go."
Lacey smiled. "Thank you."
The soldier turned away from him and watched the other occupants of the room for a moment. Stephen must have felt her regard because he looked up, met her gaze, and gave her a brief nod in response to her smile and then turned his attention back to Connor.
Lacey then walked toward the door. She laid her hand on Stephen's shoulder briefly as she went past him, but barely broke her stride, closing the door behind her on her way out.
Nick turned back to the kitchen counter and made five coffees, liberally lacing them with the alcohol after adding milk and sugar. He added a little extra sugar to Connor, Abby and Khan's cups, then he carefully juggled the mugs as he crossed the room back to the seating area. His team needed him.
Thomson’s words from a little earlier, when they had faced each other on the ramp in the atrium, forced their way back into his mind. “They wanted a head, so they’re getting a head. Trust me, Professor, I know these people, I know how their minds work. Keep calm and look after your team. Let me do the rest.”
And to his surprise, Nick found that he did trust Thomson, at least so far as the welfare of Ryan’s team was concerned. As he sipped the hot coffee, he wondered absently quite how many more shocks this fucking universe had in store for him.
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Date: 2012-04-18 03:54 pm (UTC)So bloody scary and stark. And if you hurt or kill Ditzy, I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!!!!!!
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Date: 2012-04-18 05:15 pm (UTC)*squicks at mention of Leek/Lyle, honestly what ever did Lyle do to you to deserve that!*
And I'm with Cutter... *bites fingernails to the quick* how many more shocks can this universe throw at us ( before we're forced to hunt you down and force-feed you pegging fic *smirks*)
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Date: 2012-04-19 08:32 am (UTC)I'll make sure you get unicorns farting rainbows soon, I promise.
*crosses paws behind back and hopes no one notices*
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Date: 2012-04-18 05:35 pm (UTC)Aww for Nick looking after Connor and Abby.
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Date: 2012-04-18 05:46 pm (UTC)This universe is so evil and you two did such a good job of establishing the rules of the universe that it's totally believable that Ditzy is next against the wall.
Just cause you CAN do something doesn't mean you SHOULD!
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Date: 2012-04-19 08:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-18 06:15 pm (UTC)Leek! Lyle! Annie! Niall! I do love S&S :D
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Date: 2012-04-18 06:56 pm (UTC)It's always good to get Nick's view on it - because sometimes it starts to get normal when you see it from the insiders pov.
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Date: 2012-04-19 08:34 am (UTC)*g* You can blame Munchkin for the bit with the heads.
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Date: 2012-04-18 07:37 pm (UTC)This is all so tense and scary. My petition for ITV to do this as Series 6 starts now *g*
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Date: 2012-04-18 09:48 pm (UTC)tonasty to him. *purrs again* Is it next Wednesday yet?no subject
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Date: 2012-04-19 02:48 am (UTC)I loved how visceral this was. They all have been deeply affected. Why do I get the feeling that Abby's brain is on over-drive. Very interesting.
YOU CAN'T HURT DITZY!!!!!!!!!! He's was to awesome. :-( Can it be next week yet????
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Date: 2012-04-19 08:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-19 05:36 am (UTC)*whistles* Have I told you lately how much I love this!! You two are the very bestest\o/ Whew! *hopes flattery is good enough distraction* Is it next wednesday yet?
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Date: 2012-04-19 08:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-19 08:14 am (UTC)Spot-on characterization in a wonderful AU
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Date: 2012-04-19 09:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-19 11:30 am (UTC)Lester has been very in control the whole time but I bet that will change once he's alone.
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Date: 2012-04-19 11:36 am (UTC)And yes, Ditzy took a hell of a risk.
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Date: 2014-08-20 10:25 pm (UTC)Lester called Leek Oliver. Oh, I guess better the devil you know and the alternative to Leek is much worse. Lester's composure is amazing.
They're all doing very well - though I guess partly it might be shock. I like Ditzy. *lip quivers* Please don't be hurting Ditzy. All the original characters have blended in wonderfully in this series. But, arrgh, it's so painful (in a good way) reading. I'm having to take it very slowly.
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Date: 2014-08-21 07:05 am (UTC)And yes, definitely a case of better the devil you know.