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fredbassettTitle : Let the Dog See the Rabbit
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Ryan/Blade
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Blade), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Ryan is injured. Blade is on hand to help.
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“Look on the bright side,” Blade said. “If th3 anomaly doesn’t re-open on schedule, at least we can have that nasty little fucker for Christmas dinner.”
He turned the dead raptor over with his foot, retrieved the throwing knife he’d propelled with deadly accuracy into his chest and wiped the blood off on his black trousers. The raptor would probably taste fucking foul, they usually did, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
The immediate threat dealt with, he turned his attention to Ryan. The captain had borne the brunt of the attack, but had managed to throw the kid he’d been carrying into Ditzy’s arms and order the medic and Finn back through the rapidly-fading anomaly. It had opened on a six-hour schedule for the last two days, so they would just have to hope that this was going to be their lucky day.
The right leg of Ryan’s combat trousers was ripped from thigh to knees and blood had already seeped through, running thick and wet. Fast, but not fast enough to be arterial.
“Sit down before you fall down, boss.” Blade pulled a syringe of morphine from a pouch on his tac vest and tossed it over. Ryan caught it one-handed. His reaction times were still good.
While Ryan self-administered the morphine, Blade set to work cutting off the leg of his trousers with a mutter of, “Let the dog see the rabbit.”
Ryan grinned. “Not much I’ve got that you haven’t seen.”
“True.” Blade rigged a temporary tourniquet on Ryan’s upper thigh then pulled out a pack of medicinal wipes and quickly cleaned off as much blood as he could, to see the underlying damage.
The raptor had gouged a long, deep gash from hip to knee, laying the flesh open to a depth of at least a centimetre. It would need stitching, but for now, a couple of large field dressings would do the job. He worked quickly and efficiently. Ditzy had insisted on all of the ARC’s military teams undergoing EMT training for exactly this eventuality and they’d all had more practice than they’d like at this sort of thing.
He didn’t bother to ask how Ryan was. He knew the leg would be hurting like fuck, as though some bastard had laid it open with a barbed wire knuckle duster and then poured acid on the wound. The important thing was to get the dressing on fast and get the tourniquet off. Two minutes later he sat back on his heels and surveyed his handiwork. The dressings wouldn’t win any prizes for neatness, but they’d do the job. The morphine would be starting to work its magic as well. Ditzy would probably award seven out of ten for this one.
Ryan had kept his eyes closed and his jaw clenched throughout. Not even the slightest gasp had passed his lips, but Blade knew the sweat on his forehead hadn’t been caused by either the heat or the earlier exertion.
“You can swear now if you want,” Blade commented.
“Buggering fuck,” Ryan breathed shakily, adding as an afterthought, “Arsebadgers.”
Blade grinned. “Kermit was far more inventive when that bear cub bit him last week.”
Ryan glared at him. “Arsebadgers’ll do for now. You’ll hear worse if that fucking anomaly doesn’t reopen on time.”
Blade pulled out a wipe and started to slowly clean Ryan’s blood off his fingers. Despite the jokes, it had been a close call and they both knew it. Blade’s heartrate was still elevated and his cock was hard. He and Ryan had been dancing around each other like a couple of virgins on a first date for the last few months. Ryan was reluctant to start something with one of his own team and Blade respected that. As a result, he’d been frequenting Mother Palm’s house about as often as a horny teenager who just discovered quite how much fun he could have with his own cock. The lads, as usual, had just been taking the fucking piss. If the government had imposed a wank tax, he’d be bankrupt.
Gentle fingertips ghosted over the stubble on his cheek and came away red. “Mine, I hope,” Ryan said quietly.
Blade scrubbed at his face with his knuckles. “Probably. How are you feeling?”
“Like shit, but I’ll live.”
“Good.” He watched without embarrassment as Ryan’s eyes slid down to his crotch.
“Need a hand with that?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Blade allowed heat to spread into his grin.
*****
The anomaly reappeared on time.
Blade got a generous eight out of ten from Ditzy for his field dressings.
Ryan ended up with stitches from thigh to knee.
The pair of them agreed that there was no point in wasting any more time.
Finn cleaned up on the betting pool.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Ryan/Blade
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Blade), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Ryan is injured. Blade is on hand to help.
A/N : Written for
fififolle's fandom stocking and posting now in honour of Ryan week!“Look on the bright side,” Blade said. “If th3 anomaly doesn’t re-open on schedule, at least we can have that nasty little fucker for Christmas dinner.”
He turned the dead raptor over with his foot, retrieved the throwing knife he’d propelled with deadly accuracy into his chest and wiped the blood off on his black trousers. The raptor would probably taste fucking foul, they usually did, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
The immediate threat dealt with, he turned his attention to Ryan. The captain had borne the brunt of the attack, but had managed to throw the kid he’d been carrying into Ditzy’s arms and order the medic and Finn back through the rapidly-fading anomaly. It had opened on a six-hour schedule for the last two days, so they would just have to hope that this was going to be their lucky day.
The right leg of Ryan’s combat trousers was ripped from thigh to knees and blood had already seeped through, running thick and wet. Fast, but not fast enough to be arterial.
“Sit down before you fall down, boss.” Blade pulled a syringe of morphine from a pouch on his tac vest and tossed it over. Ryan caught it one-handed. His reaction times were still good.
While Ryan self-administered the morphine, Blade set to work cutting off the leg of his trousers with a mutter of, “Let the dog see the rabbit.”
Ryan grinned. “Not much I’ve got that you haven’t seen.”
“True.” Blade rigged a temporary tourniquet on Ryan’s upper thigh then pulled out a pack of medicinal wipes and quickly cleaned off as much blood as he could, to see the underlying damage.
The raptor had gouged a long, deep gash from hip to knee, laying the flesh open to a depth of at least a centimetre. It would need stitching, but for now, a couple of large field dressings would do the job. He worked quickly and efficiently. Ditzy had insisted on all of the ARC’s military teams undergoing EMT training for exactly this eventuality and they’d all had more practice than they’d like at this sort of thing.
He didn’t bother to ask how Ryan was. He knew the leg would be hurting like fuck, as though some bastard had laid it open with a barbed wire knuckle duster and then poured acid on the wound. The important thing was to get the dressing on fast and get the tourniquet off. Two minutes later he sat back on his heels and surveyed his handiwork. The dressings wouldn’t win any prizes for neatness, but they’d do the job. The morphine would be starting to work its magic as well. Ditzy would probably award seven out of ten for this one.
Ryan had kept his eyes closed and his jaw clenched throughout. Not even the slightest gasp had passed his lips, but Blade knew the sweat on his forehead hadn’t been caused by either the heat or the earlier exertion.
“You can swear now if you want,” Blade commented.
“Buggering fuck,” Ryan breathed shakily, adding as an afterthought, “Arsebadgers.”
Blade grinned. “Kermit was far more inventive when that bear cub bit him last week.”
Ryan glared at him. “Arsebadgers’ll do for now. You’ll hear worse if that fucking anomaly doesn’t reopen on time.”
Blade pulled out a wipe and started to slowly clean Ryan’s blood off his fingers. Despite the jokes, it had been a close call and they both knew it. Blade’s heartrate was still elevated and his cock was hard. He and Ryan had been dancing around each other like a couple of virgins on a first date for the last few months. Ryan was reluctant to start something with one of his own team and Blade respected that. As a result, he’d been frequenting Mother Palm’s house about as often as a horny teenager who just discovered quite how much fun he could have with his own cock. The lads, as usual, had just been taking the fucking piss. If the government had imposed a wank tax, he’d be bankrupt.
Gentle fingertips ghosted over the stubble on his cheek and came away red. “Mine, I hope,” Ryan said quietly.
Blade scrubbed at his face with his knuckles. “Probably. How are you feeling?”
“Like shit, but I’ll live.”
“Good.” He watched without embarrassment as Ryan’s eyes slid down to his crotch.
“Need a hand with that?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Blade allowed heat to spread into his grin.
*****
The anomaly reappeared on time.
Blade got a generous eight out of ten from Ditzy for his field dressings.
Ryan ended up with stitches from thigh to knee.
The pair of them agreed that there was no point in wasting any more time.
Finn cleaned up on the betting pool.