Primeval drabble: Memories Past
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knitekatTitle: Memories Past
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 3 x 100
Characters: James Lester, Abby Maitland, OWC
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 235: Picture Prompt. Part of my Dreams Of Yesterday drabble series. Um, angsty. Thanks to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear.
James blinked as he stepped through the anomaly and sighed as his eyes became accustomed to the light. He raised an eyebrow at Abby who appeared stunned for a moment before she plastered a smile on her face.
“It might not be as bad as it looks.”
“Really?” James queried as he nodded at the half-ruined lighthouse that stood alone in the sand.
“It's shelter and we might find supplies.”
James shook his head at her false cheer but followed in her footsteps. At least he might find a proper bed, although from the look of it, he doubted it.
“Do you really think anything would have survive in this?”
Abby bit back a sigh at the despondence in James' voice. “Possibly. We won't know until we've looked, will we?”
James nodded half-heartedly as he forced a door open. “Kitchen should be through here. Why don't you check upstairs?”
Abby quirked an eyebrow at James' knowledge but decided to hold her curiosity, for now. A whine reminded her she was cradling the cub and she passed him to James. “Look after him.” She carefully climbed the stairs and glanced back at James, smiling as he held the cub protectively close.
Abby munched contentedly on her baked beans. “How did you know where the kitchen was?” Abby cursed herself when James' smile faded. “James?”
James sighed and ruffled the cub's fur. When he spoke his voice was slightly hollow. “We... Steff and I stayed in a lighthouse once. It had been converted into a holiday home. It had lovely views over the sea, we used to sit at the top and just hold each other.”
“That sounds lovely.”
James voice cracked. “I miss her.”
Abby pulled him into a hug, holding him tight as the cub twisted and licked his hand.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 3 x 100
Characters: James Lester, Abby Maitland, OWC
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 235: Picture Prompt. Part of my Dreams Of Yesterday drabble series. Um, angsty. Thanks to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear.
James blinked as he stepped through the anomaly and sighed as his eyes became accustomed to the light. He raised an eyebrow at Abby who appeared stunned for a moment before she plastered a smile on her face.
“It might not be as bad as it looks.”
“Really?” James queried as he nodded at the half-ruined lighthouse that stood alone in the sand.
“It's shelter and we might find supplies.”
James shook his head at her false cheer but followed in her footsteps. At least he might find a proper bed, although from the look of it, he doubted it.
****
“Do you really think anything would have survive in this?”
Abby bit back a sigh at the despondence in James' voice. “Possibly. We won't know until we've looked, will we?”
James nodded half-heartedly as he forced a door open. “Kitchen should be through here. Why don't you check upstairs?”
Abby quirked an eyebrow at James' knowledge but decided to hold her curiosity, for now. A whine reminded her she was cradling the cub and she passed him to James. “Look after him.” She carefully climbed the stairs and glanced back at James, smiling as he held the cub protectively close.
****
Abby munched contentedly on her baked beans. “How did you know where the kitchen was?” Abby cursed herself when James' smile faded. “James?”
James sighed and ruffled the cub's fur. When he spoke his voice was slightly hollow. “We... Steff and I stayed in a lighthouse once. It had been converted into a holiday home. It had lovely views over the sea, we used to sit at the top and just hold each other.”
“That sounds lovely.”
James voice cracked. “I miss her.”
Abby pulled him into a hug, holding him tight as the cub twisted and licked his hand.
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