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fredbassettTitle : Just Because It Eats Grass Doesn’t Mean It’s Safe
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Becker/Connor, Abby, Matt
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
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luvconnor as a thank you for the wonderful team fest header she made for me! I hope you like this :) You wanted Connor/Becker with some h/c. I hope this hits the spot, and thanks again for the header!.
“Amy!”
The woman’s anguished cry cut through the air like a hot knife through butter.
A few seconds earlier, the small child had wriggled out of her mother’s restraining arms and had made a dash into the middle of the road. She was trying to grab the toy rabbit that she’d dropped when her mother had scooped her up from in front of a herd of panicked Ancylotherium and taken refuge in a shop doorway.
Connor saw the milling hooves stamping around the terrified toddler and didn’t stop to think, he just reacted. Slinging the EMD over his shoulder, he ran into the middle of the herd, elbowing the beasts aside, hoping he wasn’t going to cause more panic. Neither Becker nor the other members of the security team were close enough to make a rescue attempt, and Abby was busy directing operations further down the road.
He was on his own.
The little girl screamed as a huge head bent down and stared at her. The Ancylotherium snorted and backed up, its enormous rump pushing into one of its companions. The jostling and shoving reminded Connor of rush hour on the Tube, but here the passengers were of positively Brobdingnagian proportions and had hooves capable of breaking a limb as easily as his feet could snap a twig.
Connor felt himself being squashed between two enormous brown-banded rears. His head came up only as high as the creatures’ sloping shoulders and he knew he couldn’t hope to win in a shoving contest. Instead, he took the line of least resistance and ducked beneath a dun-coloured belly, threw himself flat on the road and rolled out of the way of stamping hooves and then scrambled back onto his feet.
He scooped the child up under one arm. Amy wailed loudly and reached out for the toy that she put her life at risk for. Connor grabbed it and stuffed it into the child’s grasping hands. He could feel the press of the huge creatures all around him. The rich smell reminded him of the cows in the field near his gran’s cottage, and online article he’d read jumped into his mind that said on average, four people a year were killed by cows in the UK. Not a comforting thought when he was in the middle of a herd of snorting, shuffling, stamping beasts that were an awful lot bigger and heavier than the average cow.
He could hear Amy’s mother screaming and Becker telling her to be quiet. Connor knew there was no way the soldier could help him. He was stuck in the middle of the herd. Any attempt to use the EMDs on the Ancylotherium would almost result in a stampede. His best hope was to stay on his feet and keep trying to make his way out from their midst. With Amy clasped firmly in his arms, Connor stuck his elbows out and tried to pretend this was the first day of the Harrods’ sale. All he had to do was keep upright and keep moving…
The other thing that the Ancylotherium had in common with a herd of cows was their tendency to fart loudly and produce large, steaming piles of manure. Connor sidestepped one such offering and tried to worm his way between two of the enormous creatures. He was doing well when one large hoof stamped on his foot. Connor bit back a scream, not wanting to frighten the already terrified child any more. His toes felt like a concrete block had just been dropped on them and his leather boots were scant protection against umpteen tons of prehistoric herbivore pressing down on his toes.
A moment later the pressure was lifted and Connor was able to twist away, moving freely again for a few seconds until another gigantic rump blocked his path. Every step sent white hot agony shooting up his leg but Connor knew he had to stay on his feet. Anyone who thought herbivores weren’t dangerous had clearly never been stuck in a situation like this.
The Ancylotherium were starting to move forward, heading in the direction of the anomaly, sweeping Connor along with them in the middle of the herd. He was starting to feel like an item of clothing constantly being dashed against the drum of a washing machine, knocked from one side to another. Amy had hidden her face against his neck and was sobbing loudly, still clutching her battered toy.
Connor knew he was now in danger of being hustled into the anomaly by the gigantic beasts. They were being funnelled along a fairly narrow street, with Becker’s men acting as sheepdogs, following the directions of Abby as their shepherd, under the watchful eye of their captain. His chances of breaking away from them were slight. The herd had momentum and weight behind them and all Connor had on his side was his ability to think.
He shifted Amy onto his hip, with her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He stuck his elbows out again and tried to buy them some space. From somewhere, a juvenile Ancylotherium had appeared and was lowing like a cow, its head tilted upwards as it cried for its mother. One of the beasts behind Connor reacted to the noise and started to bellow in return. The young creature in front of him was frightened and skittish. A hoof flashed out in a kick, catching Connor on the hip, narrowly missing Amy. The only thing that kept him upright was the press of the other animals around them.
Adrenalin was pumping around his system, blotting out the pain. As the calf dug its hooves into the road, waiting for its mother to catch up, Connor slipped around it, ducked under the stomach of a massive bull, dodged two others and realised that he was getting close to the edge of the herd, as well as too close for comfort to the anomaly.
“Becker! Catch!” He detached Amy from around his waist and took advantage of a gap to throw the child through the air.
There was no way he was capable of making a dash for safety with her in his arms. Even the adrenalin couldn’t mask the fact that his foot was agony and after the blow to his hip, he could hardly hobble, let alone run.
He watched as the soldier deftly caught the child, passing her quickly to another of his men as he raised the muzzle of his EMD.
“Hold your fire!” Abby yelled. “If you spook them it’ll be worse!”
Connor knew she was right, but he also knew his chances of getting out from among the Ancylotherium without further damage weren’t high. The lead animals had reached the anomaly and were streaming back to their own time. The grass was without a doubt greener around six and a half millions years ago, and it had only taken a short foray into the 21st century to convince them of that. Asphalt, concrete and exhaust fumes from cars were not likely to appeal to creatures that had grown up in the grasslands of tropical Africa. A couple of them had munched on the flower baskets hanging from lampposts in the street, but beyond that there was nothing to tempt them to stay.
He could feel them pressing into him from both sides and knew that he was now only being held upright by the great beasts. Connor felt strangely detached from the whole situation as pain started to dull his senses. Ancylotherium weren’t even meant to be herd animals, some books suggesting that they’d either lived a solitary life or moved around in small groups. Well, personally, he’d call around 20 animals a herd, but his chances of getting to correct that misconception didn’t look good.
One of the Ancylotherium side-stepped and suddenly Connor crumpled to the floor, his injured hip and foot no longer able to support his weight. His last defensive action was to curl into a ball, doing his best to protect his head as the creatures stomped steadily onwards and out of the strange world in which they’d found themselves.
He could hear Abby and Becker both shouting at once and felt the pain of being kicked around like a football and then everything went dark…
*****
Becker watched in horror as the huge creatures swept over and around Connor’s prone form. He’d raise his EMB to his shoulder and was ready to fire, but Abby was at his side, one hand on his arm, adamant that he must not discharge his weapon.
Part of him recognised that Abby was right. The charge from the electro-muscular disruptor would almost certainly cause panic in the herd, and if the animal he hit crumpled on top of Connor then his chances of avoiding serious injury would be negligible, as any jockey who had ever been trapped underneath a falling horse would testify.
The sweat broke out on Becker’s body as he took in every kick that Connor was on the receiving end of, but the still-rational part of his mind was also registering the fact that the creatures were actually doing their best to step over him, and one even stopped to nuzzle at him with its sloping, bunt-nosed face before side-stepping and following its herd-mates into the anomaly.
As soon as the last of the animals had passed him by, Becker slung the EMD over his shoulder and dashed out to Connor’s still form.
“Call an ambulance!” Abby yelled. “And get that anomaly locked!”
She was at Becker’s side a moment later, on her knees in the road, gently prising Connor’s arms from around his head.
Becker could see blood staining Connor’s pale face, but he’d seen enough field injuries to know that the shallow cut on Connor’s forehead was responsible for much of that. The blow from a hoof, or several hooves, to his head had been enough to knock him unconscious, but beyond that, it was hard to tell the extent of his injuries.
A paramedic arrived with commendable speed and started to check Connor over. She spoke in calm measured tones, no doubt intended for Becker as much as for her patient. By the time the ambulance arrived, Connor had started to come around, much to Becker’s relief.
“Go with him,” Abby urged. “We can finish off here. The anomaly’s locked and there are no strays from the herd.” When Becker hesitated, she gave him a slight push. “Don’t be stubborn all the time, Becker, take a day off. Go! And phone me when you know how’s he’s doing.”
If the ambulance paramedics were surprised to see a black-uniformed soldier carrying a big gun accompanying Connor to hospital, they didn’t show it. The drive to Accident and Emergency was undertaken with lights flashing, although they only used the siren in short bursts when absolutely necessary. Becker was impressed with the driver’s skill, as the other paramedic kept a constant eye on Connor, talking to him in the low but clear voice he’d so often heard Abby use to frightened animals.
Becker did his best to blend into the background, hoping that if he was as unobtrusive as possible, he’d be allowed to stay by his lover’s side. The doctors assessed Connor with the same professional detachment that he’d seen in field combat medics. He was taken down for an X-ray – Becker was allowed to remain outside the door – and then whisked off to a private room. Becker sensed Lester’s fine hand in that, but he certainly wasn’t arguing.
Connor was conscious, but woozy from the painkillers that were being fed into him via a drip. He held tightly to Becker’s hand and did his best to muster a smile.
“Sorry,” he croaked.
Becker squeezed his fingers gently. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. If you hadn’t got to Amy, she would have been trampled. No one else was near enough to have done anything. You did what you had to, Connor.”
Connor smiled and his long-lashed eyes drifted closed.
By the time the doctor came in, Connor was fast asleep, still holding Becker’s hand. If the man thought anything of it, he certainly didn’t let it show.
“He’ll be fine,” the doctor said, getting straight to the point. “The big toe on his right foot is broken and there’s a lot of bruising. He’s got two broken ribs and a badly bruised hip, but apart from that lot and a few hoof prints on his back, he got off lightly.” The man looked at Becker with a perfectly straight face and said, “Cows can be dangerous creatures.”
“Yes, they can,” Becker added with perfect truth. The anomalies were public knowledge now, but old habits died hard where cover stories were concerned.
“He’ll be woozy for a while, but providing there are no problems overnight, you should be able to take him home tomorrow. I’ll have an extra bed brought in so you can stay with him.”
With that, the doctor smiled and left the room, leaving Becker more than a little stunned. As there seemed to be no restriction on the use of mobile phones, he promptly used his to call Abby and then Lester to update them on Connor’s condition. The anomaly had closed half an hour after they’d gone off in the ambulance and a sweep of the area by his men had confirmed that they hadn’t been left with any more guests for the menagerie. Amy – and her toy rabbit – were both fine and Connor’s rescue was now plastered all over YouTube, much to Lester’s disgust.
Since Convergence, the veil of secrecy had been lifted from the project and the members of the Anomaly Response teams were now household names. There was even an internet site wholly devoted to capturing pictures of Matt’s facial expressions. Naturally, they only had a relatively small selection so far, but his followers still lived in hope of an actual smile whereas Matt was equally determined to give them a good run for their money.
Becker settled down into the surprisingly comfortable chair next to the bed and went back to his vigil, holding Connor’s hand and rubbing gentle circles on his lover’s skin with his thumb.
Connor had come a long way from the hapless student who had once shot Abby by accident with a tranquiliser dart. Becker had insisted on firearms training for all the team and that had continued when they’d obtained the EMDs. While no one could ever truthfully describe Connor as an action man – his strengths lay in other directions – but he could certainly handle weapons now and, like today, he was capable of rising to an occasion when needed.
Becker brushed Connor’s hair off his forehead. The shallow gash had been cleaned and dressed and Becker knew better than to be concerned by the IV tube going into the cannula in his other hand. The tubes and the machinery looked scary, but all they were doing was providing pain relief and some precautionary antibiotics and after a while, Becker was able to tune out the various bleeps.
Now he’d just have to hope that the anomalies gave them some peace over the next couple of days, as Becker fully intended to spoil Connor rotten when he got him home.
Connor’s eyes fluttered open and a slight smile quirked his lips. “Have I got more hits on YouTube now than the one of Matt facing off against the T. rex?”
Becker sighed theatrically and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I don’t know, but when I last looked you’d just beaten the one of me and the sabretooth.”
Connor grinned. “Cool. I’ve got more followers than you on Twitter as well.”
Becker rolled his eyes. “That’s not difficult. I’m not even on Twitter.”
A very broad grin started to spread across Connor’s face.
Connor’s phone had survived the Ancylotherium in a better state than its owner. Becker grabbed it off the locker next to the bed. They all carried the same make of phone now for operational reasons, so in a matter of moments he’d found his way into a Twitter account by the name of @SoldierBoy.
It was a very good job that Connor was already in a hospital…
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Becker/Connor, Abby, Matt
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for
luvconnor as a thank you for the wonderful team fest header she made for me! I hope you like this :) You wanted Connor/Becker with some h/c. I hope this hits the spot, and thanks again for the header!.“Amy!”
The woman’s anguished cry cut through the air like a hot knife through butter.
A few seconds earlier, the small child had wriggled out of her mother’s restraining arms and had made a dash into the middle of the road. She was trying to grab the toy rabbit that she’d dropped when her mother had scooped her up from in front of a herd of panicked Ancylotherium and taken refuge in a shop doorway.
Connor saw the milling hooves stamping around the terrified toddler and didn’t stop to think, he just reacted. Slinging the EMD over his shoulder, he ran into the middle of the herd, elbowing the beasts aside, hoping he wasn’t going to cause more panic. Neither Becker nor the other members of the security team were close enough to make a rescue attempt, and Abby was busy directing operations further down the road.
He was on his own.
The little girl screamed as a huge head bent down and stared at her. The Ancylotherium snorted and backed up, its enormous rump pushing into one of its companions. The jostling and shoving reminded Connor of rush hour on the Tube, but here the passengers were of positively Brobdingnagian proportions and had hooves capable of breaking a limb as easily as his feet could snap a twig.
Connor felt himself being squashed between two enormous brown-banded rears. His head came up only as high as the creatures’ sloping shoulders and he knew he couldn’t hope to win in a shoving contest. Instead, he took the line of least resistance and ducked beneath a dun-coloured belly, threw himself flat on the road and rolled out of the way of stamping hooves and then scrambled back onto his feet.
He scooped the child up under one arm. Amy wailed loudly and reached out for the toy that she put her life at risk for. Connor grabbed it and stuffed it into the child’s grasping hands. He could feel the press of the huge creatures all around him. The rich smell reminded him of the cows in the field near his gran’s cottage, and online article he’d read jumped into his mind that said on average, four people a year were killed by cows in the UK. Not a comforting thought when he was in the middle of a herd of snorting, shuffling, stamping beasts that were an awful lot bigger and heavier than the average cow.
He could hear Amy’s mother screaming and Becker telling her to be quiet. Connor knew there was no way the soldier could help him. He was stuck in the middle of the herd. Any attempt to use the EMDs on the Ancylotherium would almost result in a stampede. His best hope was to stay on his feet and keep trying to make his way out from their midst. With Amy clasped firmly in his arms, Connor stuck his elbows out and tried to pretend this was the first day of the Harrods’ sale. All he had to do was keep upright and keep moving…
The other thing that the Ancylotherium had in common with a herd of cows was their tendency to fart loudly and produce large, steaming piles of manure. Connor sidestepped one such offering and tried to worm his way between two of the enormous creatures. He was doing well when one large hoof stamped on his foot. Connor bit back a scream, not wanting to frighten the already terrified child any more. His toes felt like a concrete block had just been dropped on them and his leather boots were scant protection against umpteen tons of prehistoric herbivore pressing down on his toes.
A moment later the pressure was lifted and Connor was able to twist away, moving freely again for a few seconds until another gigantic rump blocked his path. Every step sent white hot agony shooting up his leg but Connor knew he had to stay on his feet. Anyone who thought herbivores weren’t dangerous had clearly never been stuck in a situation like this.
The Ancylotherium were starting to move forward, heading in the direction of the anomaly, sweeping Connor along with them in the middle of the herd. He was starting to feel like an item of clothing constantly being dashed against the drum of a washing machine, knocked from one side to another. Amy had hidden her face against his neck and was sobbing loudly, still clutching her battered toy.
Connor knew he was now in danger of being hustled into the anomaly by the gigantic beasts. They were being funnelled along a fairly narrow street, with Becker’s men acting as sheepdogs, following the directions of Abby as their shepherd, under the watchful eye of their captain. His chances of breaking away from them were slight. The herd had momentum and weight behind them and all Connor had on his side was his ability to think.
He shifted Amy onto his hip, with her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He stuck his elbows out again and tried to buy them some space. From somewhere, a juvenile Ancylotherium had appeared and was lowing like a cow, its head tilted upwards as it cried for its mother. One of the beasts behind Connor reacted to the noise and started to bellow in return. The young creature in front of him was frightened and skittish. A hoof flashed out in a kick, catching Connor on the hip, narrowly missing Amy. The only thing that kept him upright was the press of the other animals around them.
Adrenalin was pumping around his system, blotting out the pain. As the calf dug its hooves into the road, waiting for its mother to catch up, Connor slipped around it, ducked under the stomach of a massive bull, dodged two others and realised that he was getting close to the edge of the herd, as well as too close for comfort to the anomaly.
“Becker! Catch!” He detached Amy from around his waist and took advantage of a gap to throw the child through the air.
There was no way he was capable of making a dash for safety with her in his arms. Even the adrenalin couldn’t mask the fact that his foot was agony and after the blow to his hip, he could hardly hobble, let alone run.
He watched as the soldier deftly caught the child, passing her quickly to another of his men as he raised the muzzle of his EMD.
“Hold your fire!” Abby yelled. “If you spook them it’ll be worse!”
Connor knew she was right, but he also knew his chances of getting out from among the Ancylotherium without further damage weren’t high. The lead animals had reached the anomaly and were streaming back to their own time. The grass was without a doubt greener around six and a half millions years ago, and it had only taken a short foray into the 21st century to convince them of that. Asphalt, concrete and exhaust fumes from cars were not likely to appeal to creatures that had grown up in the grasslands of tropical Africa. A couple of them had munched on the flower baskets hanging from lampposts in the street, but beyond that there was nothing to tempt them to stay.
He could feel them pressing into him from both sides and knew that he was now only being held upright by the great beasts. Connor felt strangely detached from the whole situation as pain started to dull his senses. Ancylotherium weren’t even meant to be herd animals, some books suggesting that they’d either lived a solitary life or moved around in small groups. Well, personally, he’d call around 20 animals a herd, but his chances of getting to correct that misconception didn’t look good.
One of the Ancylotherium side-stepped and suddenly Connor crumpled to the floor, his injured hip and foot no longer able to support his weight. His last defensive action was to curl into a ball, doing his best to protect his head as the creatures stomped steadily onwards and out of the strange world in which they’d found themselves.
He could hear Abby and Becker both shouting at once and felt the pain of being kicked around like a football and then everything went dark…
*****
Becker watched in horror as the huge creatures swept over and around Connor’s prone form. He’d raise his EMB to his shoulder and was ready to fire, but Abby was at his side, one hand on his arm, adamant that he must not discharge his weapon.
Part of him recognised that Abby was right. The charge from the electro-muscular disruptor would almost certainly cause panic in the herd, and if the animal he hit crumpled on top of Connor then his chances of avoiding serious injury would be negligible, as any jockey who had ever been trapped underneath a falling horse would testify.
The sweat broke out on Becker’s body as he took in every kick that Connor was on the receiving end of, but the still-rational part of his mind was also registering the fact that the creatures were actually doing their best to step over him, and one even stopped to nuzzle at him with its sloping, bunt-nosed face before side-stepping and following its herd-mates into the anomaly.
As soon as the last of the animals had passed him by, Becker slung the EMD over his shoulder and dashed out to Connor’s still form.
“Call an ambulance!” Abby yelled. “And get that anomaly locked!”
She was at Becker’s side a moment later, on her knees in the road, gently prising Connor’s arms from around his head.
Becker could see blood staining Connor’s pale face, but he’d seen enough field injuries to know that the shallow cut on Connor’s forehead was responsible for much of that. The blow from a hoof, or several hooves, to his head had been enough to knock him unconscious, but beyond that, it was hard to tell the extent of his injuries.
A paramedic arrived with commendable speed and started to check Connor over. She spoke in calm measured tones, no doubt intended for Becker as much as for her patient. By the time the ambulance arrived, Connor had started to come around, much to Becker’s relief.
“Go with him,” Abby urged. “We can finish off here. The anomaly’s locked and there are no strays from the herd.” When Becker hesitated, she gave him a slight push. “Don’t be stubborn all the time, Becker, take a day off. Go! And phone me when you know how’s he’s doing.”
If the ambulance paramedics were surprised to see a black-uniformed soldier carrying a big gun accompanying Connor to hospital, they didn’t show it. The drive to Accident and Emergency was undertaken with lights flashing, although they only used the siren in short bursts when absolutely necessary. Becker was impressed with the driver’s skill, as the other paramedic kept a constant eye on Connor, talking to him in the low but clear voice he’d so often heard Abby use to frightened animals.
Becker did his best to blend into the background, hoping that if he was as unobtrusive as possible, he’d be allowed to stay by his lover’s side. The doctors assessed Connor with the same professional detachment that he’d seen in field combat medics. He was taken down for an X-ray – Becker was allowed to remain outside the door – and then whisked off to a private room. Becker sensed Lester’s fine hand in that, but he certainly wasn’t arguing.
Connor was conscious, but woozy from the painkillers that were being fed into him via a drip. He held tightly to Becker’s hand and did his best to muster a smile.
“Sorry,” he croaked.
Becker squeezed his fingers gently. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. If you hadn’t got to Amy, she would have been trampled. No one else was near enough to have done anything. You did what you had to, Connor.”
Connor smiled and his long-lashed eyes drifted closed.
By the time the doctor came in, Connor was fast asleep, still holding Becker’s hand. If the man thought anything of it, he certainly didn’t let it show.
“He’ll be fine,” the doctor said, getting straight to the point. “The big toe on his right foot is broken and there’s a lot of bruising. He’s got two broken ribs and a badly bruised hip, but apart from that lot and a few hoof prints on his back, he got off lightly.” The man looked at Becker with a perfectly straight face and said, “Cows can be dangerous creatures.”
“Yes, they can,” Becker added with perfect truth. The anomalies were public knowledge now, but old habits died hard where cover stories were concerned.
“He’ll be woozy for a while, but providing there are no problems overnight, you should be able to take him home tomorrow. I’ll have an extra bed brought in so you can stay with him.”
With that, the doctor smiled and left the room, leaving Becker more than a little stunned. As there seemed to be no restriction on the use of mobile phones, he promptly used his to call Abby and then Lester to update them on Connor’s condition. The anomaly had closed half an hour after they’d gone off in the ambulance and a sweep of the area by his men had confirmed that they hadn’t been left with any more guests for the menagerie. Amy – and her toy rabbit – were both fine and Connor’s rescue was now plastered all over YouTube, much to Lester’s disgust.
Since Convergence, the veil of secrecy had been lifted from the project and the members of the Anomaly Response teams were now household names. There was even an internet site wholly devoted to capturing pictures of Matt’s facial expressions. Naturally, they only had a relatively small selection so far, but his followers still lived in hope of an actual smile whereas Matt was equally determined to give them a good run for their money.
Becker settled down into the surprisingly comfortable chair next to the bed and went back to his vigil, holding Connor’s hand and rubbing gentle circles on his lover’s skin with his thumb.
Connor had come a long way from the hapless student who had once shot Abby by accident with a tranquiliser dart. Becker had insisted on firearms training for all the team and that had continued when they’d obtained the EMDs. While no one could ever truthfully describe Connor as an action man – his strengths lay in other directions – but he could certainly handle weapons now and, like today, he was capable of rising to an occasion when needed.
Becker brushed Connor’s hair off his forehead. The shallow gash had been cleaned and dressed and Becker knew better than to be concerned by the IV tube going into the cannula in his other hand. The tubes and the machinery looked scary, but all they were doing was providing pain relief and some precautionary antibiotics and after a while, Becker was able to tune out the various bleeps.
Now he’d just have to hope that the anomalies gave them some peace over the next couple of days, as Becker fully intended to spoil Connor rotten when he got him home.
Connor’s eyes fluttered open and a slight smile quirked his lips. “Have I got more hits on YouTube now than the one of Matt facing off against the T. rex?”
Becker sighed theatrically and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I don’t know, but when I last looked you’d just beaten the one of me and the sabretooth.”
Connor grinned. “Cool. I’ve got more followers than you on Twitter as well.”
Becker rolled his eyes. “That’s not difficult. I’m not even on Twitter.”
A very broad grin started to spread across Connor’s face.
Connor’s phone had survived the Ancylotherium in a better state than its owner. Becker grabbed it off the locker next to the bed. They all carried the same make of phone now for operational reasons, so in a matter of moments he’d found his way into a Twitter account by the name of @SoldierBoy.
It was a very good job that Connor was already in a hospital…
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Date: 2012-06-22 01:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-22 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-22 01:22 pm (UTC)There was even an internet site wholly devoted to capturing pictures of Matt’s facial expressions. Naturally, they only had a relatively small selection so far, but his followers still lived in hope of an actual smile whereas Matt was equally determined to give them a good run for their money.
ROFLMAO!
Poor Matt. And lol at the boys keeping score on youtube hits. Typical blokes.
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Date: 2012-06-22 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-06-22 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-22 02:03 pm (UTC)"They all carried the same make of phone now for operational reasons, so in a matter of moments he’d found his way into a Twitter account by the name of @SoldierBoy.
It was a very good job that Connor was already in a hospital…"
Priceless!!!
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Date: 2012-06-22 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-22 02:13 pm (UTC)And yay for Becker.
*sporfle for Matt's expression website*
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Date: 2012-06-22 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-22 02:25 pm (UTC)LOL at @SoldierBoy. *runs off to Twitter to follow him*
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Date: 2012-06-22 06:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-22 02:28 pm (UTC)And the action is awesome too
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Date: 2012-06-22 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-22 04:24 pm (UTC)And then the hospital scene was perfects. I lol'ed. They *would* keep track of their youtube and fansites! What's next? Finding their RPF?
Also @SoldierBoy was perfect.
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Date: 2012-06-22 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-22 04:40 pm (UTC)Love how you've made Connor the hero of the piece without turning him into Superman!Connor.
"While no one could ever truthfully describe Connor as an action man – his strengths lay in other directions – but he could certainly handle weapons now and, like today, he was capable of rising to an occasion when needed."
Love that description.
And the bit about Matt's expressions - ROFLMAO! Fun that he's turning it into a game.
Hah - @SoldierBoy!!!
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Date: 2012-06-22 06:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-06-22 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-06-22 06:36 pm (UTC)Matt's expression website...priceless! They would all so keep track of hits on YT and twitter :D
Best bit....@soldierboy *g* love that he made Becket a twitter account....cheecky!
I loved this and love you for doing it! You are so welcome for the header, it was a pleasure. Anytime you want me to make something all you have to do is ask! :)
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Date: 2012-06-22 06:57 pm (UTC)And thank you for that lovely offer.
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Date: 2012-06-22 07:56 pm (UTC)And then some nice lightening of the mood at the end there! :)
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Date: 2012-06-22 09:09 pm (UTC)Hee over Youtube, Twitter and Matt's followers ;)
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Date: 2012-06-23 01:32 am (UTC)Full of action and prettiness.
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Date: 2012-06-23 01:59 am (UTC)This is freaking adorable. I love it. Connor was awesome.
I love how brave he was and I loved how terrified Becker was. The paragraph about Matt's facial expressions nearly had me spewing my drink. AWESOME stuff in this fic. Fantastic. :-)
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Date: 2012-06-23 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-24 06:48 pm (UTC)Also LOL at Connor setting up Becker on Twitter! He's definitely lucky he's already in hospital! And LOL at the Matt expression internet site! (He has more than everyone thinks! Honestly! *g*)
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Date: 2012-06-30 11:33 am (UTC)It was nice to see Connor in action and getting the credit for it once too.
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Date: 2012-06-30 12:06 pm (UTC)Thanks. I wanted him to have a hero moment, but keeping it in character.
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Date: 2012-07-24 10:07 pm (UTC)Point well made!
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Date: 2018-09-01 01:59 pm (UTC)I'd totally forgotten writing this!
Your lovely comments have been such a source of joy and inspiration since you joined the comm. Amongst the random prizes for last months bumper celebration, I'd like to award you one for all the cheerleading and encouraging you've done!
I've been able to get hold of a copy of The Lost Island for you, as it seemed appropriate after our conversations about the book. If you PM me an address, I'll post it to you next week when I post out the rest of the prizes.
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