Fic, Pains and Sprains, Ditzy & Others, 15
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fredbassettTitle : Pains and Sprains
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Ditzy, Lester, Connor, Abby, Danny, Lorraine
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Ditzy), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : A day in the life of a Special Forces medic.
Word Count : 1,029
A/N : Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
celeste9’s birthday. You’ve expressed a liking for Ditzy recently, sweetie, so I hope you enjoy this!
“Take two paracetemol, turn the fucking computer off and go home.”
Lester looked up to find the Second Lieutenant David Owen, known to his friends as Ditzy standing in front of his desk, an exasperated expression on his face, with two round white tablets nestled in his gun-calloused palm.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Would it help if I syringed your ears as well, sir?” The medic’s voice held only a note of polite enquiry.
“No, it bloody well wouldn’t,” Lester snapped, but the splitting pain in his head got the better of him and he snatched the two tablets out of the man’s hand and swallowed them with a mouthful of tepid coffee.
A slight smile lifted the severity of the gaze that was currently trained on him as Owen stared pointedly at the still-active computer screen.
Lester fought against the urge to sigh, knowing it would be water off a duck’s back, reluctantly closed the document he’d been working on and reached under the desk to press the off switch on his computer.
He knew when resistance was futile. The last time this had happened, Owen had simply pulled the plug out of the floor-socket.
* * * * *
“What did I tell you when we got out of the car?”
Connor grimaced and continued to clutch his arm to his chest like a favourite teddy bear. “Stay out of the way of the things with big teeth.”
“And?”
“Try not to trip over my own feet again. Well, I managed to get 50% of it right; I didn’t get bitten,” Connor said brightly, knowing that his defence was unlikely to do much to save him from Ditzy’s ire.
Unexpectedly, the medic grinned. “Could have been worse, mate,” he said, pulling a crepe bandage out of one of the many pockets on his tac vest and proceeding to bandage the wrist Connor had sprained tripping over the curb whilst trying to avoid a charging allosaurus. “I’ll give you six out of ten for effort.”
The fact that he’d tripped up whilst successfully pushing a frightened toddler out of the way of their latest visitor from the past had probably counted in his favour, especially as no one else had been near enough to help.
Connor had long since learned that Ditzy’s bark was far worse than his bite.
* * * * *
“Are you going to tell me this won’t hurt?” Abby said, staring down at her little finger, sticking out at an unnatural right-angle to the rest of her hand.
“Wouldn’t dream of insulting your intelligence,” Ditzy said cheerfully.
He took firm hold of her hand and, in one smooth movement, pushed the finger back into its correct position.
White-hot agony shot up Abby’s arm making her cry out in pain, but then an instant later, the pain was gone, replaced by nothing more than a dull ache.
The medic fished a battered hip flask out of his pocket and handed it to her, with a conspiratorial smile.
He clearly knew from past experience that she hated taking tablets, but the dark, sweet rum would make a very acceptable substitute.
* * * * *
“Don’t you ever fucking stop to think, Quinn?”
“Not if I can help it,” Danny admitted. He stared down at the long gash in his thigh, courtesy of a slash from the claw of something that had probably earned good money as an extra in Jurassic Park. “That’s going to need stitches, isn’t it?”
“Looks that way.” Ditzy pulled a wicked-looking fighting knife out of his leg sheath and started to cut away the material of Danny’s trouser leg. “I’ll get a bandage on it for now and we’ll get you to hospital to get it dealt with properly.”
Working with the calm competence that he applied to the treatment of all field injuries, Ditzy cleaned the wound, pressed a dressing to the torn flesh and then carefully held it in place with a bandage.
Danny swallowed a couple of painkillers. His leg was hurting too much for him to feel like indulging in any macho posturing and anyway, Ditzy knew him too well to let him get away with crap like that.
As he limped over to the waiting vehicle, Danny wondered whether he stood any chance of claiming for a new pair of trousers on expenses.
* * * * *
As the team clattered back through the atrium, Ditzy looked up to the first floor, wondering if Lester had sneaked back to the office in their absence. To his surprise, the lights were off and the door was closed.
“He’s phoned six times from home,” Lorraine told him, with an amused smile. “But at least he’s stayed away. The hospital called five minutes ago, they’re discharging Danny, I’ve sent a taxi to pick him up and take him home.”
“We dropped Connor and Abby off at home on the way here,” Ditzy said, as Lorraine followed him through the atrium and in the direction of the armoury. “They’ve only got two good hands between them at the moment, so I’ve told the pair of them to take a day off tomorrow.”
Lorraine gave him a shrewd glance. “They’re not the only ones who need a day off. I’ve looked at the duty rota. Tomorrow’s your rest day.”
Ditzy raised his eyebrows. “It wasn’t when I last looked at the rota.”
“Well, it is now. Would you like me to show you?”
The look that accompanied the question was withering in the extreme and it would have taken a braver man than Ditzy to have accepted Lorraine’s offer. He knew when he’d been out-manoeuvred and when it was time to make a tactical withdrawal from the field of battle.
“No, thanks, Ms Wickes, I must have misread the list.”
Lorraine bestowed a wide smile on him. “I’m sure tomorrow’s going to be quiet, and if it’s not, Professor Cutter, Stephen and Captain Ryan will be more than capable of dealing with whatever crops up.”
Ditzy grinned. Even the anomalies probably knew better than to argue with Lorraine. He certainly did.
A day at home would be very nice.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Ditzy, Lester, Connor, Abby, Danny, Lorraine
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Ditzy), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : A day in the life of a Special Forces medic.
Word Count : 1,029
A/N : Written for
celeste9’s birthday. You’ve expressed a liking for Ditzy recently, sweetie, so I hope you enjoy this!“Take two paracetemol, turn the fucking computer off and go home.”
Lester looked up to find the Second Lieutenant David Owen, known to his friends as Ditzy standing in front of his desk, an exasperated expression on his face, with two round white tablets nestled in his gun-calloused palm.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Would it help if I syringed your ears as well, sir?” The medic’s voice held only a note of polite enquiry.
“No, it bloody well wouldn’t,” Lester snapped, but the splitting pain in his head got the better of him and he snatched the two tablets out of the man’s hand and swallowed them with a mouthful of tepid coffee.
A slight smile lifted the severity of the gaze that was currently trained on him as Owen stared pointedly at the still-active computer screen.
Lester fought against the urge to sigh, knowing it would be water off a duck’s back, reluctantly closed the document he’d been working on and reached under the desk to press the off switch on his computer.
He knew when resistance was futile. The last time this had happened, Owen had simply pulled the plug out of the floor-socket.
* * * * *
“What did I tell you when we got out of the car?”
Connor grimaced and continued to clutch his arm to his chest like a favourite teddy bear. “Stay out of the way of the things with big teeth.”
“And?”
“Try not to trip over my own feet again. Well, I managed to get 50% of it right; I didn’t get bitten,” Connor said brightly, knowing that his defence was unlikely to do much to save him from Ditzy’s ire.
Unexpectedly, the medic grinned. “Could have been worse, mate,” he said, pulling a crepe bandage out of one of the many pockets on his tac vest and proceeding to bandage the wrist Connor had sprained tripping over the curb whilst trying to avoid a charging allosaurus. “I’ll give you six out of ten for effort.”
The fact that he’d tripped up whilst successfully pushing a frightened toddler out of the way of their latest visitor from the past had probably counted in his favour, especially as no one else had been near enough to help.
Connor had long since learned that Ditzy’s bark was far worse than his bite.
* * * * *
“Are you going to tell me this won’t hurt?” Abby said, staring down at her little finger, sticking out at an unnatural right-angle to the rest of her hand.
“Wouldn’t dream of insulting your intelligence,” Ditzy said cheerfully.
He took firm hold of her hand and, in one smooth movement, pushed the finger back into its correct position.
White-hot agony shot up Abby’s arm making her cry out in pain, but then an instant later, the pain was gone, replaced by nothing more than a dull ache.
The medic fished a battered hip flask out of his pocket and handed it to her, with a conspiratorial smile.
He clearly knew from past experience that she hated taking tablets, but the dark, sweet rum would make a very acceptable substitute.
* * * * *
“Don’t you ever fucking stop to think, Quinn?”
“Not if I can help it,” Danny admitted. He stared down at the long gash in his thigh, courtesy of a slash from the claw of something that had probably earned good money as an extra in Jurassic Park. “That’s going to need stitches, isn’t it?”
“Looks that way.” Ditzy pulled a wicked-looking fighting knife out of his leg sheath and started to cut away the material of Danny’s trouser leg. “I’ll get a bandage on it for now and we’ll get you to hospital to get it dealt with properly.”
Working with the calm competence that he applied to the treatment of all field injuries, Ditzy cleaned the wound, pressed a dressing to the torn flesh and then carefully held it in place with a bandage.
Danny swallowed a couple of painkillers. His leg was hurting too much for him to feel like indulging in any macho posturing and anyway, Ditzy knew him too well to let him get away with crap like that.
As he limped over to the waiting vehicle, Danny wondered whether he stood any chance of claiming for a new pair of trousers on expenses.
* * * * *
As the team clattered back through the atrium, Ditzy looked up to the first floor, wondering if Lester had sneaked back to the office in their absence. To his surprise, the lights were off and the door was closed.
“He’s phoned six times from home,” Lorraine told him, with an amused smile. “But at least he’s stayed away. The hospital called five minutes ago, they’re discharging Danny, I’ve sent a taxi to pick him up and take him home.”
“We dropped Connor and Abby off at home on the way here,” Ditzy said, as Lorraine followed him through the atrium and in the direction of the armoury. “They’ve only got two good hands between them at the moment, so I’ve told the pair of them to take a day off tomorrow.”
Lorraine gave him a shrewd glance. “They’re not the only ones who need a day off. I’ve looked at the duty rota. Tomorrow’s your rest day.”
Ditzy raised his eyebrows. “It wasn’t when I last looked at the rota.”
“Well, it is now. Would you like me to show you?”
The look that accompanied the question was withering in the extreme and it would have taken a braver man than Ditzy to have accepted Lorraine’s offer. He knew when he’d been out-manoeuvred and when it was time to make a tactical withdrawal from the field of battle.
“No, thanks, Ms Wickes, I must have misread the list.”
Lorraine bestowed a wide smile on him. “I’m sure tomorrow’s going to be quiet, and if it’s not, Professor Cutter, Stephen and Captain Ryan will be more than capable of dealing with whatever crops up.”
Ditzy grinned. Even the anomalies probably knew better than to argue with Lorraine. He certainly did.
A day at home would be very nice.
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Date: 2014-06-02 05:09 pm (UTC)*purrs*
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Date: 2014-06-02 05:15 pm (UTC)The pecking order is complete, with Lorraine at the top, as it should be.
The last time this had happened, Owen had simply pulled the plug out of the floor-socket.
Ditzy FTW. Wonder what Lester lost last time that made him so obedient?
Connor had long since learned that Ditzy’s bark was far worse than his bite.
Well done Connor for saving the child, and I think Ditzy just has a soft spot. His bite is rather strong...
“Wouldn’t dream of insulting your intelligence,” Ditzy said cheerfully.
Good for him! I always hate that "won't hurt" line - it's transparently a lie!
Oh, Danny, not thinking, Jurassic Park extra, and the claim for the pants! LOL
The look that accompanied the question was withering in the extreme and it would have taken a braver man than Ditzy to have accepted Lorraine’s offer. He knew when he’d been out-manoeuvred and when it was time to make a tactical withdrawal from the field of battle.
This and the penultimate line were sublime.
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Date: 2014-06-02 06:44 pm (UTC)Lovely and terribly funny. Ditzy is a good lad and a smart one too! ^_^
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Date: 2014-06-02 06:51 pm (UTC)Glad he's being looked after!
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Date: 2014-06-02 10:09 pm (UTC)Say, did you write a story about when Lorraine joined the team? I know someone did and I keep thinking it was you. I shall take a look later on.
Again, brilliant. Love Ditzy
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Date: 2014-06-11 09:23 pm (UTC)I don't remember doing one like that. Try rain_sleet_snow, maybe.
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Date: 2014-06-03 12:02 pm (UTC)Lovely fic.
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