Fic, A Surprise in Sanctuary, Stephen/Ryan, 18

[fredbassett]

Title : A Surprise in Sanctuary
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Stephen/Ryan
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None
Summary : Management's day goes from bad to worse
A/N : The wonderful world of Sanctuary belongs to mysteriousaliwz 

Ryan glanced at his watch.

6 am.

Not that time mattered much here, but when all was said and done, he was still a creature of habit, and the best part of twenty years in the military made it hard for him to linger in bed, especially when the sun was shining, streaming in through the huge glass windows that made up one entire side of the bedroom.

A half hour run round the grounds and two hundred press ups later, Stephen Hart started to show signs of waking up.

Ryan dragged the duvet off him and dumped it on the floor. “Get your arse out of bed, you lazy bugger. I fancy a swim and a shag, in that order.”

Stephen groaned and rolled onto his back. “I fancy an ice cream. Have we got any?”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “We have, and you’re not eating it for breakfast. You’re getting a pot belly, Hart, now get out of that bed, before I drag you out ……….”

Stephen sat up abruptly, then made a mad dash for the bathroom.

Ryan grimaced as the sound of retching followed almost immediately.

They’d eaten the same food yesterday and the curry had seemed all right but ………… he shrugged and went to fetch a glass of water and a wet cloth.

* * * * *

The Duty Manager wriggled uncomfortably in her seat and flicked onto a different CCTV screen. Watching one of the residents throwing up wasn’t her idea of a good time. She might be kinky, but she wasn’t weird. Maybe she needed to check what the catering staff had been up to …………

A sudden and even more uncomfortable thought stuck her and she pressed a few buttons to bring up the Writing Logs.

OhGodOhShitOhGodOhShit

This couldn’t be happening, no way, not on her watch. She was still under a warning from the vampire sketch and she couldn’t afford to blot her copybook again, not without being at risk of having her shifts cut.

Her hand hovered uncertainly over the red Panic Button.

* * * * *

“You need to do more exercise,” commented Ryan, staring in disgust at Stephen’s gently rounded belly.

* * * * *

The Panic Alarm sounded.

There was no way the Duty Manager was taking the blame for this one. No way. This was definitely not one of her kinks. Fangs maybe. Master/Slave stuff? Well, yeah, who wasn’t into that, but this ………..? Oh no, she wasn’t holding her hands up to this one. Not bloody guilty, m’lud. Not this time.

Senior Management came into the Control Room at a run. “What’s the matter now?” she gasped. “Don’t tell me those idiots in Maintenance have let them run out of beer again?”

The Duty Manager shook her head and gulped, pointing at the screen.

* * * * *

Stephen collapsed back onto the bed, rubbing one hand in small circles round his distended stomach. “Why can’t I have some ice cream?” he whined, petulantly.

“Because you’re too bloody fat already, look at you, for Christ’s sake, you’re getting fatter by the minute!”

“Got wind,” muttered Stephen, “that’s all. One good fart’ll sort me out ……..”

* * * * *

“How the fuck did this happen?” squeaked Senior Management, staring at the screen in mounting horror.

“Usual way, I suppose,” muttered the equally frantic Duty Manager. “Boy meets boy. Boy fucks boy. They get carried away in the heat of the moment. No precautions ……..you know.”

“No, I don’t bloody know! They’re men! They don’t need to take that sort of precaution, for God’s sake! This isn’t sodding Hogwarts!”

“Calm down, hon,” said the Duty Manager, using her patent talking to children and frightened animals voice. “The ladies will probably like it. I’m told it’s quite popular in some fandoms.”

“Quite popular? Quite popular! You’ll be suggesting they grow bloody wings next!”

A dreamy look passed quickly across the Duty Manager’s face and she tried to cover it up by feigning a sneeze. “OK, maybe they won’t like it. So what do we do?”

“Find out who wrote it and ban them before they do any more bloody damage!” Senior Management was panicking now, and didn’t care who knew it.

She knew the user info didn’t cover this sort of thing, and when push came to shove they’d probably get appealed if they came down too heavily on whoever was responsible, but hell, this was an Emergency with a capital E. They couldn’t afford to piss about. It was starting to look like a scene from Alien down there.

“And what about the ………” the Duty Manager was at a loss for words for once.

“Write it out!”

The Duty Manager looked scandalised. “We can’t do that! Look at him, he’s positively glowing ………. and he really liked that baby who paid a visit …………”

“Ryan didn’t!”

“It’ll be different when it’s his own.”

Senior Management’s shriek echoed down the corridors, bouncing off the white painted walls.

This place was going to the dogs, and when she caught whoever had pulled this stunt, she’d take phases like sweetly swelling mound and gently rounded belly and stick them where the sun didn’t shine.

She could feel one of her heads coming on.

She needed a gin.

A large one.

And cable ties.

You couldn’t go wrong with cable ties.

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