knitekat: (Lester: down but not out)
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Title: Battle Lines

Author: knitekat

Word Count: ~1550

Characters: James Lester

Rating: 15

Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.

Warning: Post-Season 3, not Denial friendly. Angst.

A/N: Lester's thoughts on various events in season 3. Thanks go to the ever-wonderful Fred for the beta.



Lester poured himself a healthy measure of whisky as he considered the day's events. It had been a total and absolute disaster, a bloody fucking screw up from start to finish. He had three team members stuck God only knew where. He didn't even know if Quinn ... no, if Danny, Connor and Abby were even still alive.

He sighed as he thought about them. The annoyingly cocksure ex-cop who thought he was invincible but who had still managed to prove he was a worthy replacement for Cutter. The geeky, accident-prone, motormouth student who, somehow, had became invaluable to the project. And then there was Abby, she had become the soul of the operation, the one who kept them grounded.

He had to believe they were alive and together. That Danny's leadership, Abby's common-sense and Connor's gadgeteering would keep them safe and bring them home.

They, and the rest of the ARC team, had slowly become his almost-family. People he could talk to, people he could depend on, people who wouldn't stab him in the back and kick him when he was down.

He raised his glass to all of them and took a large swallow, gasping as it burned his throat on the way down.

Thinking of betrayal, Lester's thoughts turned to Christine Johnson. Captain Becker had informed him that his nemesis, the bane of his existence, was dead.

Lester sighed softly as he cast his mind back over the last several months, when his perfectly-ordered life had rapidly gone to hell.

When he had opened the document from the MoD informing him of the ARC's new military liaison that the minister had lumbered him with, Lester had had to read the name several times before he believed it. He had known Christine worked there, but had never entertained the thought that she would be the one. Bloody hell, the universe must have hated him to bring her back into his life. Why her? Lester would have preferred anyone to her, even that slimy bastard who wouldn't take no for an answer. God but that man made his skin crawl, how many times did he have to be told that Lester didn't swing that way?

Lester took another sip of his whisky as he mused over that. Truth be told, he was somewhat surprised that he didn't, not after the hell Christine had put him through over the years. Maybe that was why the guy tried it on? Maybe he thought Christine had put Lester off women for life?

Lester remembered his first official meeting with Christine as the ARC's military liaison, it was just so typical of her to try to undermine him. She always had, from the first time they had met at university. He shook his head at the memory; he must have been a masochist to ever have wanted to date the woman.

Lester sighed again as he swallowed some more of the whisky. Had his parents' dysfunctional marriage warped his own views so severely that he thought what he and Christine had then was normal? He had the terrible feeling that it had, why else would he have put up with her? All her jealous rages when he did better than her in a test, all her preening when she beat him.

It had set the pattern for their careers, always competing to get the better of the other by whatever means they could. Lester smiled coldly; he supposed he should have thanked Christine for his current position, without her he might not have pushed himself so hard. His smile faded, without her, he might have had a family life and even friends.

Returning his thoughts to the meeting at the Home Office, Lester remembered how Christine had even flirted with him. Even now, that thought turned his stomach. She had broken his heart and knew it, the flirting had just been to twist the knife in and it had worked. Christine had always known what buttons to press when it came to him. She had left him stammering like a schoolboy and had controlled the meeting from that moment onwards.

Lester took another swig from his glass as he recalled Christine's first unannounced visit to the ARC. She had just swept in like she owned it and had tried to put one of her own lapdogs in a position of power. Did she really believe he would just allow it? Christine's pushing had been the only reason he had recruited Danny Quinn and not simply thrown him into some dank, dark room and lost the key. But, although it had been a somewhat impulsive response to Christine's actions, Danny had proven himself in quick order. It had certainly made Lester's day when he had seen Christine's expression when he had hired Danny instead of Wilder. She hadn't expected that and had really not liked it. Sometimes knowing people as well as he knew Christine proved useful. Of course, it was a double-edged sword as she had known him just as well.

It was why he had known that Christine would be back, that she would try another angle to get what she wanted: legal and above board or not. It hadn't really been a surprise when Jenny had informed him that Christine had a secret facility and that they had detected an anomaly there. The only surprise had been Jenny's anger and Lester had suddenly understood that she and Cutter had been more than friends, even if far less than lovers. Lester smiled bitterly, why was it that women always made his life hell?

He had been angry after that meeting with his team, he didn't need Jenny telling him the bloody obvious when it came to Christine. He knew her far too well. She was the most infuriating individual he had ever had the misfortune to meet. Which might have explained ... no, don't think about that. He had taken several deep breaths to calm down before placing his call, if Christine knew she had made him angry she would close in for the kill, yet again.

When he had finally spoken to Christine, Lester hadn't been surprised when she'd lied to him. He knew Christine had added in the minister's word just to give herself some credence, although it had made him wonder just what her relationship with the minister was.

It was just unfortunate that he had mentioned her hotline to the minister, he had known as soon as she raised an eyebrow at him that he had just conceded a point in their game.

Lester recalled her parting comments with a bitter laugh. Christine had told him they were on the same side, that they had to trust each other. Had she really forgotten that she was the one who had taught Lester not to trust anyone? To expect to be stabbed in the back by those closest to him.

The only ones who hadn't were his people at the ARC. Lester refilled his drained glass as he remembered how they had fought to keep him in charge. And the risk that Captain Becker had taken when he had recorded Christine's disparaging remarks about the minister. A smile tugged at Lester's mouth as he remembered the minister's face when Lester had played those comment to him. It had felt so good to know he had not been the only one to fall for Christine's snake-oil charm.

Lester had been so proud of his team, so bloody proud. He hadn't expected their loyalty, not when he was such a bloody pain to work for. The applause they had given him had been the best present he had ever received in his entire life. On bad days it was the memory that would always cheer him up and keep him going, but not today. Not after the bloody disaster today had turned into.

Lester allowed his thoughts to turn to earlier that day, to his final meeting with Christine. He had almost enjoyed it when Helen had held a gun to Christine's head. When Christine's composure had cracked and he had seen her as the powerless one for once. Just for once.

But no matter how much he hated her for what she had done to him, Lester couldn't allow Helen to harm Christine. She still had that much of a hold over him, even if he had cited Health and Safety as an excuse.

However, scaring Christine, now that was a different matter. Lester had felt it would be good for the bitch to stew for once. It was why he had told Helen to shoot her, even though he knew she was not bluffing. Not after she had murdered her own husband in cold blood. So, Lester had let Helen go in the belief that his people, and Christine's, would save her.

He'd had no other choice but it had all gone horribly wrong. Becker had reported that Helen had taken Christine to her own facility. That Christine had access to an anomaly to the future. That they had done the best they could to save Christine but a future predator had dragged her though it, screaming.

If only Lester had known about the anomaly, he would have done something different. He didn't know what, but he would have found another way.

Lester downed the rest of his drink as he stared fixedly at the photo in his hand.

How the hell was he going to explain Christine's death to their children?

Date: 2010-06-13 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadian-jay.livejournal.com
*sobs in a corner*

*runs out to grab James and drags him into the corner as well, with his alcohol*

This was BRILLIANT m'dear. Very emotional and great build-up to the end.

Date: 2010-06-16 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
*pets Jay and hands her a tissue*

*James gives an indigent squawk and makes sure he keeps hold of his alcohol*

*blushes* Thanks and glad you enjoyed the read.

Date: 2010-06-14 01:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] echo-fangirl.livejournal.com
Oh, last line OUCH! There's definitely a lot of history between them, but the idea that his kids are her kids is just... Ouch. :( Poor Lester!

Date: 2010-06-16 09:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
I was mean to him, but the bunny demanded to be written.

Date: 2010-06-14 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rusty-armour.livejournal.com
OMIGOD! This story is worth reading for that last startling revelation alone! I absolutely love the backstory you've created for Lester and Christine, with the two of them meeting at university and becoming involved. I can easily believe that they would be competive from the very beginning. I can also believe that anyone who was involved with Christine would end up being damaged -- not only suffering from a broken heart but losing the ability to trust anyone. This is very nicely done! :-)

Date: 2010-06-16 09:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
Thanks for the lovely feedback. I'm very happy to hear (read?) how much you enjoyed the fic. The bunny demanded to be written but was very helpful about it.

Date: 2010-06-14 09:14 am (UTC)
fredbassett: (Default)
From: [personal profile] fredbassett
That ending definitely sneaked up and thwapped me hard on the head. Great build up as well.

Date: 2010-06-16 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
Hee, the ending was the bunny that bit me and demanded I wrote a fic around it.

Thanks again for the beta.

Date: 2010-06-14 10:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lukadreaming.livejournal.com
Eek! I didn't spot that ending coming!

Very intense and convincing build-up to it as well . . .

Date: 2010-06-16 09:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
Thanks, hope it wasn't too much of a shock. The bunny demanded that ending.
Good to know if worked well.

Date: 2010-06-14 03:44 pm (UTC)
ext_27141: (Lester Phone)
From: [identity profile] telperion-15.livejournal.com
Nice look at the history between Lester and Christine, and that last line is a corker! :)

Date: 2010-06-16 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
Thanks, I'm sure those two do have some history - although Lester would probably prefer it if it wasn't this *g* The last line was the bunny that bit me, so I'm glad you liked it.

Date: 2010-06-14 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bella-farfalla.livejournal.com
OMG THAT LAST LINE!!! YOU KILL ME DEAD!!!

I was all ready with a "Christine's such a bitch - I love her!" comment.... But no!

*flails*

Date: 2010-06-16 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
*Oops - hurriedly revives bella*

Sorry, although you can still say that as she is *g*

*ducks the flailing bella*

Date: 2010-06-14 10:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talliw.livejournal.com
Wow that was a great story, revealing Lester's caring side and showing what Lester and Christine had for a history.
But the last line was a right punch in the guts.
It's strange but I never pictured Christine as a mother and wife.

Date: 2010-06-16 09:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
Thank you, I'm very happy that you liked it.
That last line was the bunny that bit and won't let go.
I think nannies and boarding schools were probably involved.

Date: 2011-04-24 08:43 pm (UTC)
aoifes_isle: (Default)
From: [personal profile] aoifes_isle
*huggles fic*

*whimpers*

*steals Lester and the Lesterlings*

Date: 2011-04-24 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
Ah, good, you found it OK.

Sorry, I was a bit mean to Lester.

Go on then, I was pondering a sequel but couldn't figure one out *shoves lots of super strength food under the bunny's nose*

Date: 2011-04-24 08:54 pm (UTC)
aoifes_isle: (Default)
From: [personal profile] aoifes_isle
It's an interesting mean. And it fits their interactions well. I can see Christine being dangerously charming went she wants to be - and their courtship by competition.

(And I know I sounded a bit whiny about not being able to find it - I tried the tags but forgot about your masterlist *headdesks*)

*hugs Lesterlings again*

Dear Gods I hope a good nanny and an expensive boarding school were more involved their upbringing than Christine!

Date: 2011-04-24 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
Thanks, I had the idea of that last line and the fic grew from there.

(no problem, and you probably wouldn't have found it without the title as it just marked up as Lester)

*They, and Lester, need the hugs*

I think I said to Talli that nannies and boarding schools were probably involved.

Date: 2019-05-13 04:48 am (UTC)
isamazed: (Jenny PriWriMo)
From: [personal profile] isamazed
Oh no, poor Lester, poor children 😥 that‘s going to be hard

Date: 2019-05-13 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
I was rather mean to poor Lester and the Lesterlings. I'm sure he will succeed.

Thanks for reading.

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