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fredbassettAuthor : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Stephen, Lyle, Blade, Ryan, Lester
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Lyle & some of the others), no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None.
Summary :Things are now dark and wet and not necessarily getting any better.
A/N : This is the final part, folks. Thanks for sticking with it. Also, thanks to
lil_shepherd for the info re grass. The remainder of this series can be found here“Jesus H. Christ!” The note of awe in Lyle’s voice more than made up for the lack of his customary eloquence. “What the hell is this place?”
Stephen grinned, in spite of their situation. “Some sort of no-man’s land, as far as we can tell. The kids said they hadn’t seen any creatures around here, nothing but the Star Gates, according to Declan’s notes.”
Lyle groaned. “Don’t call ‘em that in front of Connor, it’ll catch on, and then you’ll be sorry.” The Special Forces lieutenant stared around at the field full of flickering light clusters and muttered, “Grass, we’re standing on grass.”
“So that makes it late Cretaceous at the very earliest,” commented Stephen. “Any time from 65 million years ago to yesterday, give or take a million or so. Is that significant right now?”
“Haven’t a bloody clue, mate,” countered Lyle, cheerfully. “I’m only making polite conversation until that lazy sod prostrating himself decoratively at my feet gets his second wind.” He prodded Blade casually with the toe of his boot. “OK, you’ve been reading the notes, so which one do we pick?”
The soldier shrugged, his once vivid green eyes now dull with pain and exhaustion. “We may as well do Ip Dip Sky Blue for all the fucking good it’ll probably do us ………”
“So stop lounging around and start reading,” snapped his lieutenant. “If you haven’t come up with the answer in five minutes you can phone a friend, if you’ve got one or ask the audience.”
“We might end up with nothing more than a fifty fifty at this rate,” said Stephen, quietly. “I don’t want to worry you, boys, but three of the things have just winked out while we’ve been talking.”
Lyle sighed. “Make that two minutes, Blade, but no pressure.”
Staring at one of the anomalies rather than at the battered notebook in his hand, Blade said quietly and calmly, “If you’ve got a tactical nuke stowed in a pocket, sir, I reckon now’d be a good time for a show and tell.”
“Oh shit,” said Lyle, as a fourth carnotaurus stalked warily after its friends and relations through the anomaly that had led the men here. “Sorry, but you know what it’s been like in the latest round of Defence cuts.”
Blade shoved the notebook into Stephen’s hands. “Take this. It might come in useful.”
Lyle shoved another grenade onto his rifle and remarked, “I’ve got four of these left, and there are four of them. Fair enough. I’d hate to disappoint one of the little darlings.”
“Five,” breathed Stephen, as another one appeared. “They’re breeding like fucking rabbits back there. Come on, Blade, upsy daisy ……….”
The soldier shook his head. “Not this time, sir, sorry, but this leg really is buggered now, and so am I. Drop as many as you can, then get the fuck out of here. Take my rifle. I’ve still got half a clip left in the pistol. I only need one for me, so chances are I’ll at least manage to slow the sods down if you miss any of ‘em.”
Lyle shook his head. “Oh no you don’t, laddie. I’m not explaining this to your old granny. She makes that lot look harmless.” He unzipped his tac vest and handed it over to Stephen. “There are five full clips in the pockets for when you need them. The grenades are in the bottom right. At this distance aim about six inches over their heads. Use one to get your eye in, if you have to, but make the others count.” He looked down at Blade. “You’d better be lighter than you look, or I’ll have you on a bloody diet for the rest of the month. Either that or I’ll just cut that sodding leg off. Now make a fucking decision ………. which one?”
Given a choice between facing something which rejoiced in the name of Flesh-Eating Bull, or Lieutenant Jon Lyle in a bad mood, Blade knew which he’d opt for, any day, but setting himself up as dinosaur bait didn’t seem to be an option right now. “That one over there, sir, and if I’m wrong, I probably won’t live long enough to do the punishment run, so I won’t really care …….”
“Don’t get clever,” grinned Lyle. “You’re not dead yet,” and with that, he grabbed Blade by one arm and his uninjured leg and hoisted him onto his shoulders.
The soldier let out one quiet gasp of pain, then promptly blacked out. Lyle bent down, his breath hissing slightly under the other man’s weight, grabbed Blade’s rifle, then started running towards the chosen anomaly.
The largest of the carnotaurus pack broke into a run. Stephen took a deep breath, raised the rifle to his shoulder and took aim. He could do this, he knew he could. The first grenade flew high. Fuck it! He fumbled in the pocket of Lyle’s tac vest. Taking too long, taking too fucking long.
The five predators fanned out in a classic flanking movement.
Stephen dropped to the ground, his left elbow resting on his left knee. Take it slow. Breathe out. Stop shaking. Stop fucking shaking.
“The one on the right’s mine!” yelled Lyle, a second before a burst of automatic fire from behind Stephen caused the rest of the group to stop in their tracks, weaving their upper bodies from side to side, heads turning, trying to locate the source of the noise.
The rattle of the assault rifle jolted Stephen out of his paralysis. His movements became swift and sure, and a moment later, the middle predator in the pack was hit in the chest by the second rifle grenade. Its rib case exploded outwards, showering the two nearest creatures with blood and gobbets of flesh.
“Two down, three to go,” breathed Stephen. “Nice shooting, Lyle.”
The soldier had tried a new tactic, firing not at the head or body of a carnotaurus, but at its legs, the bullets ripping through muscle and sinew, shattering bone and effectively hamstringing the creature. Lyle’s victim fell heavily to the ground, small arms trying, and failing to lever it upright. It wasn’t dead, but it had been neutralized as a threat.
Stephen’s next grenade was equally successful, and a third creature fell, twitching and crying out in a high pitched keen.
Sickened, Stephen fell back closer to the anomaly, re-loading as he ran. Why the fuck couldn’t they take the hint? He didn’t want to kill any more of them, but he couldn’t afford to allow the creatures to pursue them through the next anomaly, either. Not with Blade unconscious and having to be carried by Lyle.
Turn back, damn you, just go home!
Another burst of fire from Lyle cut up the ground in front of the last two predators, sending up dust and grass and a shower of small stones. The creatures hesitated. Another series of raking shots decided them, and as one, the last two turned and headed back through the anomaly that had brought them here, leaving their wounded companion still trying to use its puny forelimbs to lever itself off the ground. Every time the carnotaurus tried, it bellowed in fear and pain.
Stephen reached Lyle and shoved the soldier’s own rifle back at him, the last grenade loaded ready for firing.
“You’re better with these than me, put the fucking thing out of its misery, we can’t leave it like that!”
Lyle’s eyebrows jumped up in surprise. “That’s our last grenade.”
“Use it, or I go back and get close enough to blow its brains out, but either way, we aren’t leaving it like that. Now you get on with it! For all we know its friends’ll be back any minute.”
The Special Forces lieutenant sighed then took careful aim. The last grenade flew true. The wounded creature’s chest exploded in a bloody ruin and the bellowing stopped.
Stephen nodded, tight-lipped. “Thanks.”
Lyle’s hazel eyes met his, holding both sympathy and understanding and he returned the nod. The soldier rummaged in his pack and pulled out a pair of night vision goggles and a head-torch. “It’s full dark on the other side. You take the goggles, I hate the bloody things, they make me want to heave.”
“Bet you can’t play computer games either,” said Stephen, pulling on head straps and doing his best to stop the goggles descending to meet the bridge of his nose.
“And you can?”
“Not according to Connor ……. OK, what’s the plan?”
“I carry Sleeping Beauty, you try to keep both of us alive. Simple, really, like all my best plans.” Lyle heaved the still unconscious Blade up onto his back again. “It’s dark, there’s a step of a couple of feet down into cold water, about thigh deep.”
“And?”
“That’s as far as I got. So in best British Army fashion …………..after you, old chap.”
Stephen grinned, sketched a quick bow, and stepped forward through the light, into the darkness, and immediately discovered that with the shimmering light of the anomaly hanging in the air, the night-vision goggles were worse than bloody useless. Everything around him promptly turned a weird and very unhelpful shade of algal green. He stumbled on for about a metre before banging hard into a rock wall. The sound of small stones detaching themselves and dropping down into the extremely cold water didn’t make him feel any better.
A second later, even more light arrived, and he heard Lyle’s grunt as he staggered under Blade’s weight, nearly sinking to his knees in the stagnant and extremely smelly water.
Fuck it, the goggles were not helping. Stephen shoved the headset up and looked around, seeing by the light of Lyle’s torch. They were in a confined space, no wider than two metres across, with rock walls on both sides. The darkness positively swallowed the torchlight and gave nothing back.
“Shift your arse,” grunted Lyle, “This fucking thing’s trying to rip every bit of metal off me, and if we stand here much longer, it might just succeed.”
Stephen took a hesitant step forwards. His foot sank slightly in the ooze, but the floor seemed solid enough, so he took another couple of steps. Something nudged at his thigh and he let out a startled yelp, before realizing that he’d brushed against a piece of floating debris.
He pulled it out of the water for a closer look. Black, waterlogged wood………… and without a shadow of a doubt, it had been cut to shape by a human being. Excitement pulsed through his tired body and he carried on walking, one hand trailing lightly along the wall for balance.
“Careful with that wall,” breathed Lyle. “This place is none too stable. Don’t walk into any of the props, or there’s a good chance the whole fucking lot will collapse.”
“Where the hell are we?” Stephen swiveled to face the soldier, and almost lost his balance as one boot dragged heavily in the silt.
“No bloody idea, mate, but if we’ve been very, very good boys in a past life, we might just find ourselves walking out onto yet another piss-wet Cumbrian hillside.”
“And if we haven’t been good?”
“Then there’s a high chance we’ll find ourselves on the wrong side of a roof collapse, but judging by the draught I can feel edging its way round your fat arse, we might just be lucky. We’re in an old mine adit, but where the fuck we’re going to come out, I have no bloody idea. So shift yourself, Hart, this lazy sod’s starting to wake up, and I don’t want to drop him in the water if I can help it, but he’s fucking heavy and I’m not bloody Superman …………”
Still gripping the broken lump of wood like a talisman, Stephen struggled on through the water, testing each step, but gradually gaining confidence as his over-tired and adrenaline fueled brain struggled to catch up with what Lyle was saying.
The smell that Declan had described in the notebook was rotting wood. The rotting wood of the props that the miners had used to shore up loose rock in the roof and walls, when they’d encountered fractured areas and voids.
“Lyle, that’s daylight ahead!”
“Ryan’s right, you know, you really are an unobservant sod at times, Hart. Yes, I know. What did you think it was, another bloody anomaly?”
“I thought it was your torchlight reflecting on the water,” Stephen muttered, flipping the light enhancing goggles down over his eyes again. The green intensified and he could just make out the end of a long, straight tunnel, with weak sunlight filtering through some form of blockage.
“No imagination, that’s your trouble, Dr Hart. Don’t you recognize the light at the end of the tunnel when it’s staring you in the face? Now get a fucking move on!”
The distance was greater than it looked and for an agonizingly long time, the small area of light seemed to come no closer. Lyle’s breathing started to rasp harshly and he lapsed into a grim silence in which it became increasingly clear that he was struggling to carry Blade’s weight and still stay upright in the silt and debris which choked the floor of the mine adit.
Stephen forged on as quickly as he could, catching his own shins painfully on various underwater obstructions, but each time he simply bent down in the foul smelling water and heaved whatever he found out of the way. His hands were numb with cold and he knew he’d ripped his palm on something metallic and sharp, but the light was coming closer and that was all that mattered.
How long it took to reach the end of the tunnel, he’d never know, but gradually the smell of fresher air replaced the gaseous stink of decomposing wood and rotting leaves and light filtered cleanly past the half a dozen dilapidated planks that had been nailed up over the entrance. Two heavy kicks were all that was needed to dispose of them, and seconds later, Stephen and Lyle staggered out into a tangle of undergrowth.
With a groan of relief, Lyle deposited Blade onto the ground, none too gently, but the injured soldier was still beyond caring. Lyle dragged several deep breaths into his straining lungs then started to laugh weakly.
Stephen stared at him, uncomprehendingly.
The Special Forces lieutenant gestured to a large, hand painted sign above the entrance which proclaimed, in red paint, DANGER - KEEP OUT.
Still laughing, Jon Lyle subsided into the wet undergrowth.
Wherever, and whenever they were, it wasn’t the fucking Cretaceous, and right now, that was about all that mattered to either of the men.
Beside them, Blade groaned, opened his eyes, rolled over onto one side and was promptly sick.
When he’d finished heaving, the soldier stared around him blearily and muttered, “Those kids can’t fucking cook, that’s for sure. That tasted as bad coming up as it did going down.” He spat again. “Did you bring my pack, sir?”
“Ask Dr Hart nicely, and the answer might be yes. Why, have you got some painkillers?”
Blade closed his eyes and managed the ghost of a grin. “Better than that. I’ve got two cans of beer.”
Stephen stared at him in amazement. “You’ve been lugging beer around and you didn’t tell me? That’s just bloody selfish.”
“Saving it for a special occasion, sir. Are we there yet, by the way?”
Lyle made a swift grab for the pack, narrowly beating Stephen to it. “No bloody idea, but we’ve got beer, so who cares?”
Half an hour later, muddy, wet, bloody and smelling faintly of alcohol, the three men staggered along a narrow track overhung on both sides with trees. A woman walking a collie dog stopped in her tracks and looked like she was seriously considering screaming.
Stephen treated her to the best smile he could muster. “You wouldn’t mind telling us where we are, would you?”
“Mill …. Millrigg,” the woman stuttered and her dog sniffed suspiciously at the three of them and then backed off, growling.
Lyle shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to recommend this route for the Duke of Edinburgh hike, gentlemen. You couldn’t direct us to Tarnthwaite, could you, ma’am? We seem to have slightly mislaid ourselves.”
The woman relaxed slightly, and even gave them a tremulous smile. “Carry on down the track and you can’t miss it,” and with that, she grabbed her dog by the collar and hurried on past them.
Stephen called after her, “You couldn’t tell us what date it is, could you? We might be rather overdue …………”
With an expression that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a frightened rabbit, the woman broke into a run and didn’t answer.
“Nice try,” muttered Lyle. “Shame she took you for the village idiot.”
“I thought she fancied me!”
“Dream on,” said Blade, draping his arm heavily round Stephen’s neck. “Can I have a carry?”
“No. I’m sick of kids. You can bloody well walk, or we’ll leave you behind.”
The sign that said Tarnthwaite – Private Property led directly towards a cluster of buildings, then past them into a large, and very familiar grey flagged yard.
A small girl with long blonde hair held back in a plait paused in the act of grooming a jet black
Then, entirely heedless of her own clean clothes and his monumentally filthy state, Vicky Thornton hurled herself into Stephen Hart’s arms and to everyone’s surprise, including her own, promptly and noisily burst into tears.
Stephen grinned over her head at Blade, who was now draped heavily on Lyle. “Hell fire, she is human after all!”
And then a small and well aimed fist caught him under the ribs and he doubled up, coughing, “Daddy’s been upset!”
“I’ll make it up to him, sweetheart,” breathed Stephen, watching as Ryan came out of the house at a run, closely followed by Lester.
Vicky Thornton grabbed Stephen by the hand and towed him forwards, and then he was in Ryan’s arms and it was over. It was fucking over. He buried his head in his lover’s neck and Ryan’s arms were round him, and he could hear Vicky yelling for Ditzy but none of it mattered except Ryan. It was still 2008 and they were back.
The stubble on Ryan’s face rasped against his own, and soft lips slid over his. Stephen opened his mouth for a deep, warm kiss. Eventually, Ryan drew back. “What do you think you’re playing at, Hart? You trail in after ten days, reeking of beer, and reckon one kiss is going to get you out of trouble?”
Next to them, Stephen heard Lyle’s saying, “Don’t blame me, darling, I just got dragged along for the ride!”
In the silence that followed, Vicky announced loudly, “I’m glad you’re back as well!” as she reached up and planted a kiss on Blade’s cheek.
“Would there be any point at all in asking what the hell you three have been up to?” asked Sir James Lester, his tone of voice entirely at odds with the look in his eyes as he pulled Lyle into his arms for a quick but thorough kiss.
“Blade’ll write the report,” said Lyle, flipping the injured soldier a casual finger.
“It was my anomaly that got us back!”
“Sheer luck. By your own admission you played Ip Dip Sky Blue!”
“Crap. I read the notebook. It was obviously a bloody adit!”
“Don’t swear in front of the child,” clucked Lyle disapproving. “OK, I’ll do the bloody report.” He took a deep breath, and intoned in a stage whisper, “ ……… well ……… once out of the Pit …………….”
Then Lester’s lips covered his, firmly and uncompromisingly, and for once in his life Lieutenant Jon Lyle was entirely happy to shut up and let someone else take control.
They were back.
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Date: 2008-05-11 07:33 pm (UTC)What's next then? :D
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Date: 2008-05-11 07:48 pm (UTC)I've just adored this series -- and I now need to go back, re-read and wallow *g*.
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Date: 2008-05-11 08:03 pm (UTC)It'll be interesting for me to re-read it from the beginning and see how well it hangs together 'cos it's been a bit piecemeal in the writing due to circumstamces out of my ruddy control. I just hope I don't discover any continuity boobs.
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Date: 2008-05-11 08:35 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2008-05-11 08:28 pm (UTC)There *are* going to be 2 more codas to this though - aren't there.
*does Paddington stare*
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Date: 2008-05-11 08:33 pm (UTC)There will be codas, I promise, just not written 'em yet!
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Date: 2008-05-11 09:29 pm (UTC)So, do we get to see the aftermath Ryan/Stephen snuggles? please? *makes puppy eyes*
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Date: 2008-05-12 03:04 pm (UTC)OK, I give in, there'll be snuggles, just not written yet .........
*collapses in exhausted heap*
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Date: 2008-05-11 09:32 pm (UTC)And now I'm laughing happily (and a wee bit hysterically) about everyone being back together.
I think I need to go lie down in a darkened room now.
(Sorry, feeling a bit wacko this evening!)
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Date: 2008-05-12 12:22 am (UTC)Thanks for the good wishes. I had a wonderful weekend in York - am mildly sunburnt -and my friends apparently also had a great time, and at least one of them is extremely sunburnt, so I got to gloat!
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Date: 2008-05-12 03:10 pm (UTC)Glad you had a nice weekend. We've had lovely weather, too :)
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Date: 2008-05-12 12:45 am (UTC)I love this series! And thank you for bringing them back safely :)
“What do you think you’re playing at, Hart? You trail in after ten days, reeking of beer, and reckon one kiss is going to get you out of trouble?”
Hand that man a rolling pin! *g*
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Date: 2008-05-12 03:11 pm (UTC)I didn't fancy the idea of being hunted down my the mob if I'd broken any of them too badly.
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Date: 2008-05-12 03:03 am (UTC)Like everybody else, I loved the part where Vicky thumped Stephen. A chip off the old block, that one!
And, yes, you do need to do those codas. Definitely. Please? Blade, Stephen and Lyle have been busy, but Ryan and Lester have been left hanging for 10 days... and that's not going to bleed away with some snogging... *g*
Nicely done, as usual!
So, what's the next epic?
*runs and hides*
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Date: 2008-05-12 03:16 pm (UTC)The next Epic? OK, I shall taunt you with fic, 'cos you've asked for it! It's called Devil Take the Hindmost. It will be a multi-parter. It's the Primeval/Numbers crossover I keep muttering about. Chapter 1 is already written, but after the pressure I put myself under posting Falls as a WIP, I'm holding off on this one until it's ALL in the bag. And in the meantime, I intend to play around with standalone (snuggle)fics, the Silk and Steel verse, Sanctuary, and whatever else takes my fancy, but I am bloody well not posting a mega-WIP again until its done. *stamps tiny paws in determined fashion*
*chases munchkin, harrassing for the S & S verse OCs you're meant to be working on*
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Date: 2008-05-12 06:35 am (UTC)Sooooo, do we get the Oh-my-god-you're-alive-lets-fuck-like-bunnies sex (Hart/Ryan & Lyle/Lester) and the Oh-my-god-we-made-it-and-you-were-sooo-hot sex (Connor/Ditzy) *beams a big cheezy smil*
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Date: 2008-05-12 03:18 pm (UTC)For Connor/Ditzy, see yesterdays comment thread in
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Date: 2008-05-12 05:35 pm (UTC)Fabulous ending, and I'm so glad everyone made it out of the fic uneaten! I was amused by the startled dog walker too, and Blade is made entirely of win :D
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Date: 2008-05-13 07:28 pm (UTC)Now I can actually read it.
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Date: 2008-05-28 08:18 pm (UTC)I can just imagine Ryan being all frantic and stuff and then Stephen tasting like beer and he's all 'hang on a minute.' lol.
I like Ip Dip Sky Blue, I wanna be a kid again.
This was totally amazing. Totally worth waiting so long. It's epic and awesome!
I like the action - and how Stephen demanded that they put the dino out of it's misery. He does still have a heart and that's awesome.
Yeyness for you.
You are too awesome for words!
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Date: 2008-05-28 08:26 pm (UTC)When I was writing the action bit, I was struck by how many critters were getting killed, and that actually Stephen likes animals, so he wouldn't let one suffer if he didn't have to.
Thanks for all the lovely comments :)
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Date: 2008-06-03 10:35 pm (UTC)*claps until my hands are sore*
Oh, wow. Lovely. Poor bloody Blade, half dead and the lieutenant still abuses him. Poor soldier, they really have a hard time. When he passed out, and then he threw up, jeez, you put him through the wringer. I may have to take him home and look after him for a while...
Loved the way Stephen was stricken by his compassion for the beasts.
Nice little mine there, excellent scene.
Oh, all just smashing. Brilliant action, fantastic characters, and an ending made of cute. Loved it all. Thank youuuuu!
*happy sigh*
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Date: 2008-06-04 07:00 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for all the lovely comments. It's so nice to follow someone as they read through a series all the way.
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Date: 2009-02-25 07:45 pm (UTC)Oh dear… “Previously on Primeval… My name is Professor Nick Cutter. Eight years ago my wife Helen disappeared, I discovered she had stepped into the past through ruptures in time called
anomaliesStar Gates..."We may as well do Ip Dip Sky Blue for all the fucking good it’ll probably do us ………”
LOL, that says a lot about me, I think, that ever since I was little we always did Ip Dip Dog Shit?!
“Oh no you don’t, laddie. I’m not explaining this to your old granny. She makes that lot look harmless.”
ROFL!
The soldier had tried a new tactic, firing not at the head or body of a carnotaurus, but at its legs, the bullets ripping through muscle and sinew, shattering bone and effectively hamstringing the creature
That’s gruesome, but ruthlessly effective. *vbg*
but judging by the draught I can feel edging its way round your fat arse, we might just be lucky. We’re in an old mine adit, but where the fuck we’re going to come out, I have no bloody idea. So shift yourself, Hart, this lazy sod’s starting to wake up, and I don’t want to drop him in the water if I can help it, but he’s fucking heavy and I’m not bloody Superman …………”
Sod Ditzy, I want Lyle. *g*
Don’t you recognize the light at the end of the tunnel when it’s staring you in the face? Now get a fucking move on!”
More proof that I Want Lyle. *vbg*
Are we there yet, by the way?”
*snorts*
And then a small and well aimed fist caught him under the ribs and he doubled up, coughing, “Daddy’s been upset!”
AWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!
as he pulled Lyle into his arms for a quick but thorough kiss.
Thats Lester all right.
OMFG I loved this whole series so much from start to finish. And surprisingly they're all more or less in one piece!
I think I've burned my eyes out reading today, LOL, but it was well worth it!
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Date: 2009-03-06 11:59 pm (UTC)Okay so I cheated a bit and have actually read the reunion smuts so I knew all was well but still!
Ahhhh I nearly died from the tension, and the angst, and the cute and I adore Ryan Jr and... *glomps you*
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Date: 2009-10-13 09:15 am (UTC)I absolutely love these stories! You have managed to reduce me to vowel sounds on more than one occasion, which I'm pretty sure is the sign of a good piece of writing, and your stories are alternately funny, sweet, moving, scary and completely and utterly hot!
And... as irritating as I tended to think he was on the show, I'm loving your portrayal of Lester - he might just now be made of win!
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Date: 2009-10-13 10:30 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting, it's lovely to know people are reading the series.
I always claim that I did action!Lester first! But it was a bit of risk, as he wasn't madly popular in fandom at the time. He's such a lovely character to write, though, so I couldn't resist him.
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