Primeval drabble: Explanation
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knitekatTitle: Explanation
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 3 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 243: Auld Lang Syne. Part of my Making An Impression drabble series and follows from Another Chance. Thanks go to Fred for the beta.
James took his time tidying the few decorations Connor hadn't used.
He desperately needed the minutes to think of what to tell Connor. Not that he'd even thought of lying to him, but he... James was bloody shit when it came to personal stuff.
His failed marriage was proof of that, not to mention that none of his so-called-friends had kept in touch afterwards. This mess with Connor was just one more indication that he should accept he would be alone forever, with only his memories of happier times to keep him company, but first, he owed Connor an explanation.
Connor swallowed when James squared his shoulders. This was it, when James would tell him they were over. But he'd promised to hear James out.
“Con...”
James' voice faded.
Connor turned away, he wouldn't let James see the pain he was in.
“I'm sorry, Con. I never meant to hurt you.” James sighed. “But I always do.”
“Just tell me.”
“I didn't want to lose you.” James snorted bitterly, “But I fucked that up.”
“Please, if you ever loved me, just tell me.”
James' head shot up. “Of course I loved... love you.”
Connor's heart soared for a moment in hope, but that didn't explain that man.
James saw Connor's hope grow before his face fell. He needed to explain his actions to Connor. “I never meant to hurt you, Con. I just wanted to protect you.”
“Protect me?”
James nodded. “I couldn't stand you putting yourself at risk investigating Burton.”
“I don't understand.”
“That man you saw me with,” James swallowed at the hurt expression on Connor's face. “He's an old friend, nothing more, I promise you. One of the few who didn't desert me.” He shook his head, no need to go into that. “I wanted him to look into Burton. To keep you safe.”
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 3 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 243: Auld Lang Syne. Part of my Making An Impression drabble series and follows from Another Chance. Thanks go to Fred for the beta.
James took his time tidying the few decorations Connor hadn't used.
He desperately needed the minutes to think of what to tell Connor. Not that he'd even thought of lying to him, but he... James was bloody shit when it came to personal stuff.
His failed marriage was proof of that, not to mention that none of his so-called-friends had kept in touch afterwards. This mess with Connor was just one more indication that he should accept he would be alone forever, with only his memories of happier times to keep him company, but first, he owed Connor an explanation.
****
Connor swallowed when James squared his shoulders. This was it, when James would tell him they were over. But he'd promised to hear James out.
“Con...”
James' voice faded.
Connor turned away, he wouldn't let James see the pain he was in.
“I'm sorry, Con. I never meant to hurt you.” James sighed. “But I always do.”
“Just tell me.”
“I didn't want to lose you.” James snorted bitterly, “But I fucked that up.”
“Please, if you ever loved me, just tell me.”
James' head shot up. “Of course I loved... love you.”
Connor's heart soared for a moment in hope, but that didn't explain that man.
****
James saw Connor's hope grow before his face fell. He needed to explain his actions to Connor. “I never meant to hurt you, Con. I just wanted to protect you.”
“Protect me?”
James nodded. “I couldn't stand you putting yourself at risk investigating Burton.”
“I don't understand.”
“That man you saw me with,” James swallowed at the hurt expression on Connor's face. “He's an old friend, nothing more, I promise you. One of the few who didn't desert me.” He shook his head, no need to go into that. “I wanted him to look into Burton. To keep you safe.”
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Date: 2012-01-01 04:51 pm (UTC)