Primeval drabble: Perceptions
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knitekatTitle: Perceptions
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100 x 3
Characters: Matt Anderson, Philip Burton, James Lester, Connor Temple, OC.
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 236: Tall, Dark and Handsome. Part of my Making An Impression drabble series. Angsty? Thanks to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear.
“Connor!”
Matt looked up as Burton strolled purposely towards Connor. He smirked, it looked as if Lester would have to mark his possessions to keep Burton away. His smirk grew wider when Connor ignored Burton and continued to look out the window.
It faded at the calculating look on Burton's face as he followed Connor's gaze and put his arm around Connor's shoulders, leading the unresisting man away.
Matt waited for them to pass before checking the window. What the fuck? Lester was standing rather too close to another man. Tall, dark and handsome. Their heads bowed together. Bloody hell.
Lester looked up as his door slammed open. “Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?”
“You bloody bastard.”
Lester's eyebrow quirked. “Or manners, it would appear.”
“What the fuck are you doing with Connor?”
“Not that it is any of your business, but I thought you and Becker knew what two men did together...”
Matt growled, “Not that. The man in the car park.”
“Ah.”
“Yes, fucking ah.” Matt folded his arms.
Lester folded his arms. “I don't see how that is any business of yours.”
“No?” Matt glared at him. “Well, it is Connor's.”
Lester looked wary. “He saw?”
Lester rubbed his face. “Fuck! Where is he?”
“Do you care?”
“Yes I bloody well do. I need to explain.”
Lester's door slammed open once more as Abby stalked in, her eyes furious. “What the hell have you done to Connor?”
“He's been speaking to you?” Lester asked as he pushed his chair back slightly.
“No. He's with Burton.”
“Fuck!” Lester surged out of his chair but Abby blocked his exit.
“Well?”
Lester sighed, looking from one to the other. “Connor wants to find out what Burton's planning.”
“And that man.” Abby asked coldly.
“An old friend. A covert expert.”
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100 x 3
Characters: Matt Anderson, Philip Burton, James Lester, Connor Temple, OC.
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 236: Tall, Dark and Handsome. Part of my Making An Impression drabble series. Angsty? Thanks to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear.
“Connor!”
Matt looked up as Burton strolled purposely towards Connor. He smirked, it looked as if Lester would have to mark his possessions to keep Burton away. His smirk grew wider when Connor ignored Burton and continued to look out the window.
It faded at the calculating look on Burton's face as he followed Connor's gaze and put his arm around Connor's shoulders, leading the unresisting man away.
Matt waited for them to pass before checking the window. What the fuck? Lester was standing rather too close to another man. Tall, dark and handsome. Their heads bowed together. Bloody hell.
****
Lester looked up as his door slammed open. “Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?”
“You bloody bastard.”
Lester's eyebrow quirked. “Or manners, it would appear.”
“What the fuck are you doing with Connor?”
“Not that it is any of your business, but I thought you and Becker knew what two men did together...”
Matt growled, “Not that. The man in the car park.”
“Ah.”
“Yes, fucking ah.” Matt folded his arms.
Lester folded his arms. “I don't see how that is any business of yours.”
“No?” Matt glared at him. “Well, it is Connor's.”
Lester looked wary. “He saw?”
****
Lester rubbed his face. “Fuck! Where is he?”
“Do you care?”
“Yes I bloody well do. I need to explain.”
Lester's door slammed open once more as Abby stalked in, her eyes furious. “What the hell have you done to Connor?”
“He's been speaking to you?” Lester asked as he pushed his chair back slightly.
“No. He's with Burton.”
“Fuck!” Lester surged out of his chair but Abby blocked his exit.
“Well?”
Lester sighed, looking from one to the other. “Connor wants to find out what Burton's planning.”
“And that man.” Abby asked coldly.
“An old friend. A covert expert.”
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Date: 2011-11-12 02:54 pm (UTC)