Primeval drabble: Another Chance
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knitekatTitle: Another Chance
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 5 x 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 242: All The Trimmings. Part of my Making An Impression drabble series and continues from Return To Sender. Um, I think it went angsty again. Thanks go to the wonderful Fred for looking at it for me.
Connor glanced nervously around the hallway before he slipped the key into the lock and entered the flat. He wanted to confront James about what had happened between them.
His eyes darted everywhere before he closed them briefly when he noticed the presents he had overheard Abby talking about.
Stepping into the front room, Connor sighed at the sight of the tree – still in its wrappings – and the boxes full of decorations. Bloody hell, James had given up totally on celebrating Christmas... not that that was a surprise, what with his kids' presents returned and Connor walking out on him.
Lester rubbed his tired eyes. He had stayed at work for as long as possible, until Lorraine had firmly told him to go home. Lester snorted, what did he have to go home for?
He unlocked his door and stepped inside, blinking in shock at the lights blinking on and off and the decorations filling the hall. What the hell?
He continued into the front room and stared around. Did he even own this many decorations? Hang on, who had put them up?
“James?”
Lester spun around, his jaw dropping open at the sight of Connor standing in his flat.
Connor almost smiled at the shocked look on James' face. He didn't think he'd ever seen James lost for words before... Connor shifted nervously, he hoped James was pleased by his presence and it wasn't 'oh-my-god-my-boyfriend-will-be-here-soon-I-need-to-get-rid-of-him' shock.
The silence built to an intolerable level and Connor couldn't stand it, “Ihopeyoudon'tmindbutirealisedihadn'tletyoutrytoexplainwhathappened.”
Lester blinked. “What?”
Connor gave him a nervous smile. “I just wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself, and then I let myself in and saw all of this.” He gestured around the flat. “It's Christmas, James, you have to celebrate it.”
“What do I have to celebrate?”
Lester turned his back on Connor as those words left his lips. Fuck! He hadn't meant to say that out loud. He really was a fucking mess, was it really a surprise that both his ex-wife and Connor had had enough of him? It was probably for the best his children forgot all about him, he'd only ruin their lives. As for Connor, he'd also be better without Lester in his life.
“James.” Lester felt Connor squeeze his arm. “Just tell me what happened to us?”
“Me.” It was always Lester's fault, his ex-wife had told him that enough times.
Connor sighed softly before forcing James to face him. One look at the devastation in James' face and Connor pulled him against him. “It isn't you, James. We need to talk. You need to explain who that man was and I need to let you tell me. OK?”
When James nodded, Connor smiled. “Good.” Connor looked around at the room. “Now, let's finish decorating.”
James glanced around. “You want to put up more?”
“Christmas isn't the same without all the trimmings, James.”
It almost broke Connor's heart when James nodded, obviously willing to do whatever Connor said for another chance.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 5 x 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 242: All The Trimmings. Part of my Making An Impression drabble series and continues from Return To Sender. Um, I think it went angsty again. Thanks go to the wonderful Fred for looking at it for me.
Connor glanced nervously around the hallway before he slipped the key into the lock and entered the flat. He wanted to confront James about what had happened between them.
His eyes darted everywhere before he closed them briefly when he noticed the presents he had overheard Abby talking about.
Stepping into the front room, Connor sighed at the sight of the tree – still in its wrappings – and the boxes full of decorations. Bloody hell, James had given up totally on celebrating Christmas... not that that was a surprise, what with his kids' presents returned and Connor walking out on him.
****
Lester rubbed his tired eyes. He had stayed at work for as long as possible, until Lorraine had firmly told him to go home. Lester snorted, what did he have to go home for?
He unlocked his door and stepped inside, blinking in shock at the lights blinking on and off and the decorations filling the hall. What the hell?
He continued into the front room and stared around. Did he even own this many decorations? Hang on, who had put them up?
“James?”
Lester spun around, his jaw dropping open at the sight of Connor standing in his flat.
****
Connor almost smiled at the shocked look on James' face. He didn't think he'd ever seen James lost for words before... Connor shifted nervously, he hoped James was pleased by his presence and it wasn't 'oh-my-god-my-boyfriend-will-be-here-soon-I-need-to-get-rid-of-him' shock.
The silence built to an intolerable level and Connor couldn't stand it, “Ihopeyoudon'tmindbutirealisedihadn'tletyoutrytoexplainwhathappened.”
Lester blinked. “What?”
Connor gave him a nervous smile. “I just wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself, and then I let myself in and saw all of this.” He gestured around the flat. “It's Christmas, James, you have to celebrate it.”
“What do I have to celebrate?”
****
Lester turned his back on Connor as those words left his lips. Fuck! He hadn't meant to say that out loud. He really was a fucking mess, was it really a surprise that both his ex-wife and Connor had had enough of him? It was probably for the best his children forgot all about him, he'd only ruin their lives. As for Connor, he'd also be better without Lester in his life.
“James.” Lester felt Connor squeeze his arm. “Just tell me what happened to us?”
“Me.” It was always Lester's fault, his ex-wife had told him that enough times.
****
Connor sighed softly before forcing James to face him. One look at the devastation in James' face and Connor pulled him against him. “It isn't you, James. We need to talk. You need to explain who that man was and I need to let you tell me. OK?”
When James nodded, Connor smiled. “Good.” Connor looked around at the room. “Now, let's finish decorating.”
James glanced around. “You want to put up more?”
“Christmas isn't the same without all the trimmings, James.”
It almost broke Connor's heart when James nodded, obviously willing to do whatever Connor said for another chance.
