Primeval drabble: Warnings
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knitekatTitle: Warnings
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100
Characters: James Lester, The Home Secretary
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 239: The Home Office. Part of my Making An Impression drabble series and follows A Sympathetic Ear. I iz a bad kitty and forgot to say: thanks to Fred for looking at this for me. *pitiful kitty kat eyes*
“James?”
“Sir?”
“Is there anything I should know about?”
“Sir?” Lester found himself repeating, at least until he knew exactly what the Home Secretary was asking him. There were far too many answers he could give and he'd prefer not to supply the wrong one.
His boss shook his head. “Don't, James. I've been hearing rumours.”
“Rumours?”
The Home Secretary sighed. “Fine. Just get your house in order, James.”
“Yes, sir.” What's gone wrong now?
“I mean it, James. This failing workplace romance threatens all the work you've done.”
Oh shit. “Yes, sir.” It's bloody Burton, I just know it.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100
Characters: James Lester, The Home Secretary
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 239: The Home Office. Part of my Making An Impression drabble series and follows A Sympathetic Ear. I iz a bad kitty and forgot to say: thanks to Fred for looking at this for me. *pitiful kitty kat eyes*
“James?”
“Sir?”
“Is there anything I should know about?”
“Sir?” Lester found himself repeating, at least until he knew exactly what the Home Secretary was asking him. There were far too many answers he could give and he'd prefer not to supply the wrong one.
His boss shook his head. “Don't, James. I've been hearing rumours.”
“Rumours?”
The Home Secretary sighed. “Fine. Just get your house in order, James.”
“Yes, sir.” What's gone wrong now?
“I mean it, James. This failing workplace romance threatens all the work you've done.”
Oh shit. “Yes, sir.” It's bloody Burton, I just know it.
