Primeval drabble: Doubts
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knitekatTitle: Doubts
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100 + 100
Characters: James Lester, Connor Temple
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 226: Sarah Page. Part of my Making An Impression drabble series and yes, its angsty again ;) Thanks to Fred for looking at it for me.
Connor just picked at his meal and as it was his favourite James felt he had the right to be concerned. What had Burton done now? “Connor? Interesting day?”
When Connor just grunted, James felt his concern increase several fold. “Connor?” He winced slightly as his tone, part worried and part demanding.
Connor finally looked up at him. “You never did say how Sarah died.”
James quirked an eyebrow, so that was Burton's game. The bloody bastard. “Burton?”
Connor nodded and looked down at his plate.
“He's trying to put doubts in your mind, love.” And James knew he'd succeeded.
Connor nodded, he might be rubbish at figuring people out, but he'd realised that. “I know, but I...”
“But it's bothering you?” James asked with a look that Connor interpreted as both understanding and annoyed.
“I know he's lying, James.” Connor quickly answered. He trusted James... so why did Burton sound so convincing. Connor sighed, shaking his head again. “I just... wondered.”
“How she died?”James sighed softly. “Burton's right. It is my fault.”
“No!” Connor couldn't believe that.
“He is.” James' voice was firm. “I should never have allowed her to go on that rescue mission. On any of them.”
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100 + 100
Characters: James Lester, Connor Temple
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 226: Sarah Page. Part of my Making An Impression drabble series and yes, its angsty again ;) Thanks to Fred for looking at it for me.
Connor just picked at his meal and as it was his favourite James felt he had the right to be concerned. What had Burton done now? “Connor? Interesting day?”
When Connor just grunted, James felt his concern increase several fold. “Connor?” He winced slightly as his tone, part worried and part demanding.
Connor finally looked up at him. “You never did say how Sarah died.”
James quirked an eyebrow, so that was Burton's game. The bloody bastard. “Burton?”
Connor nodded and looked down at his plate.
“He's trying to put doubts in your mind, love.” And James knew he'd succeeded.
***
Connor nodded, he might be rubbish at figuring people out, but he'd realised that. “I know, but I...”
“But it's bothering you?” James asked with a look that Connor interpreted as both understanding and annoyed.
“I know he's lying, James.” Connor quickly answered. He trusted James... so why did Burton sound so convincing. Connor sighed, shaking his head again. “I just... wondered.”
“How she died?”James sighed softly. “Burton's right. It is my fault.”
“No!” Connor couldn't believe that.
“He is.” James' voice was firm. “I should never have allowed her to go on that rescue mission. On any of them.”
