Primeval fic: Broken Wings (4/17)
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knitekatTitle: Broken Wings (4/17)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 1407 (of ~27300)
Characters: Tom Ryan, James Lester, team and OC soldiers.
Pairing: James Lester/Tom Ryan, various.
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace. The OCs belong to Fred and Luka. 'Broken Wings' is a song by Mr Mister.
A/N: For Fred and her prompt of Lester/Ryan and Technical Hitch. Thanks go to Luka for looking at it and to the wonderful Fifi for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
A/N2: Continues from Part 3 and continues in Part 5.
Warning (for all parts): Timey-wimey AU: death!fic, dark!fic, dub!con, hurt/comfort, angst, slash, het, OOC-ness.
Ryan sighed softly as he surveyed his makeshift camp – he hadn't wanted to set up near the original camp and not only out of respect for the dead or worry that the local top predator might return. Who knew if Helen would return to it or what would happen if he was there when the professor first stepped into the past? He wasn't totally sure what would happen, but Connor had made it sound bad. Very bad and very confusing.
He rubbed his hands across his face and grimaced. After several days in the Permian he was in desperate need of a bath, a proper bath and a shave. He couldn't do anything about the former, but the latter was within his current capabilities. Keeping half-an-eye on the nameless creature he had charring on his fire, Ryan pulled out his knife and a shaving mirror and set to work. He scraped the blade carefully across his face, feeling more and more like the highly-trained soldier he was as he removed the stubble. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, not perfect but he felt better.
Not that it solved his bathing problem, he'd need to find some way to wash himself and his clothing. In his current condition, Ryan knew he'd make a terrible impression on James if... no, when he met him. His lover had a need for neatness, cleanliness and order that was almost obsessive and Ryan didn't want to appear at anything less than parade-ground polish near him. At least to start with – he knew they would both soon end up dishevelled and James looked fucking gorgeous all mussed and sporting a just fucked look.
Ryan moaned softly as those thoughts had him hard and needy. He took a quick glance around to check he was alone before he settled himself more comfortably. With one hand on his weapon and the other on his cock it felt like any war zone he'd been in rather than the long-ago past. He didn't really have the time to take it slowly, who knew what might interrupt him. He wrapped his gun-calloused hand tightly around himself and stroked hard, flicking his tip and twisting on the upstroke in a way he knew would have him coming quickly. He'd developed the skill in innumerous wanking competitions with the lads. Ryan bit his lip as moans threatened to erupt from his throat, he had no wish to call the local wildlife (or worse, Helen) to watch him. That thought almost had him wilting until he concentrated on James. In his mind's eye it was James' hand skilfully stroking him, James' wicked tongue whispering dirty things in his ear and Ryan gasped. His hips jerked and thick, white ropes of come splattered on the dry sand. He let his head lull against the sun-warmed rock as he regained his breath.
The sudden crackle of interference from his radio had Ryan jump to his feet and hastily right his clothing before he almost ran towards the anomaly. He paused as he watched it, this was it. His first solo trip into an unknown world. Ryan took a deep breath and stepped through into a biting cold winter storm. He shivered as all he could see was snow and more snow. A towering block of ice rose hundreds of feet into the air. A trumpet sounded and Ryan spun to see a herd of densely furred mammoths following each other trunk to tail. He cursed, for he was not equipped to survive the ice age. Ryan turned around and jumped back through the anomaly as it closed on his heels. So much for that anomaly.
The next anomaly was also not to the correct time period, but at least it was warmer. Ryan gathered his gear before he stepped through and scouted around for a suitable camp-site. After watching a quick little dinosaur dash across his path, Ryan chose to climb a steep hill. It might be hard work for him, but he hoped it would dissuade his neighbours from visiting. He smiled as he discovered a small cave almost half-way up the hill. It might not be roomy but there were no signs it was being used and he could at least shelter from the elements and creatures alike in it.
He spent a few hours collecting firewood and ferns for his bedding and grinned as he managed to surprise a little dinosaur for dinner. It might not be much of a mouthful, but it would help to conserve his rations. As darkness settled, Ryan shivered and threw a few more sticks onto the fire. He burrowed into his sleeping bag and fell asleep with one hand on his rifle.
Ryan woke in the darkness, a denial on his lips as he stared wide-eyed. Shivering, his harsh breathing the only sound he could hear. The image of James lying there, all bloodied and broken... Ryan rolled to his knees and threw up until his throat burned and only bitter bile came up. He spat and wiped his lips grimly, before grabbing his water bottle and swishing his mouth clean before he spat again.
He ran a hand through his sweat-sodden hair and scrubbed at his face. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep now. Not with that memory roiling around in his mind. He peered out of his cave at the first pale streaks of dawn. He sighed and set about breakfast, he might as well as it was nearly morning. He stared at the cold remains of last night's dinner and felt his stomach rebel at the thought of choking that stringy meat down. Sighing, he reached for one of the limited energy bars he'd packed when he'd started this... quest sounded about right.
Ryan chewed his breakfast and forced himself to swallow as he watched the sun rise above the mountains. Pteranodons cried out as they woke from their night's slumber and stretched their wings to catch the sun's warming rays. Ryan knew they'd soon ungainly launch themselves into the air to ride the winds. Far in the distance, the roar of some predator sounded. This world had nothing to offer Ryan and it was time to move. Time to find the next anomaly. To find James.
Ryan quickly wound the radio and smiled as this morning the familiar interference sounded. Casting the radio about narrowed the direction down and Ryan was soon picking his way across the rough terrain. It was an old stream bed, seasonal from the look of the banks and Ryan cast an eye to the sky for clouds. He'd seen men carried away in flash floods before, he glanced up at the cloudless sky but still hurried, just because it wasn't raining here didn't mean it wasn't upstream of him. He'd also seen men assume they were safe only to be killed because they hadn't considered that possibility.
He smiled as he rounded a corner and saw the anomaly sparkling in the afternoon sun. He stepped through into bright sunshine and green vegetation. Grass. Now hadn't the professor mentioned that indicated a modern (as studying the past went) past? Maybe he was even in his own time? Ryan's eye caught the imprint of a modern boot and he felt hope grow in his heart.
Ryan carefully followed the tracks, slowly and methodically as he lacked the skill of either Stephen or Finn. He could hear the sound of running water and licked his lips, suddenly realising how thirsty he was. The tracks appeared to lead towards the water and Ryan had to concentrate on not hurrying, he had no wish to lose the tracks in his rush to drink.
He grinned as he spotted the flash of sunlight on water. His grin faded as he noticed the bodies on the ground, he swallowed hard and looked at the water before swearing and pulling his own water bottle out for a swallow. He couldn't use the water in case it was contaminated by whatever had killed them.
Ryan carefully approached the bodies, ape-men by the looks of it. He sighed, he wasn't home. So, where had those modern footprints come from? Had someone else been lost through the anomalies? He'd have to have a look around, make sure they didn't need any help. Just what he needed when he was searching for James, some civilian to bloody baby-sit.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 1407 (of ~27300)
Characters: Tom Ryan, James Lester, team and OC soldiers.
Pairing: James Lester/Tom Ryan, various.
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace. The OCs belong to Fred and Luka. 'Broken Wings' is a song by Mr Mister.
A/N: For Fred and her prompt of Lester/Ryan and Technical Hitch. Thanks go to Luka for looking at it and to the wonderful Fifi for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
A/N2: Continues from Part 3 and continues in Part 5.
Warning (for all parts): Timey-wimey AU: death!fic, dark!fic, dub!con, hurt/comfort, angst, slash, het, OOC-ness.
Ryan sighed softly as he surveyed his makeshift camp – he hadn't wanted to set up near the original camp and not only out of respect for the dead or worry that the local top predator might return. Who knew if Helen would return to it or what would happen if he was there when the professor first stepped into the past? He wasn't totally sure what would happen, but Connor had made it sound bad. Very bad and very confusing.
He rubbed his hands across his face and grimaced. After several days in the Permian he was in desperate need of a bath, a proper bath and a shave. He couldn't do anything about the former, but the latter was within his current capabilities. Keeping half-an-eye on the nameless creature he had charring on his fire, Ryan pulled out his knife and a shaving mirror and set to work. He scraped the blade carefully across his face, feeling more and more like the highly-trained soldier he was as he removed the stubble. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, not perfect but he felt better.
Not that it solved his bathing problem, he'd need to find some way to wash himself and his clothing. In his current condition, Ryan knew he'd make a terrible impression on James if... no, when he met him. His lover had a need for neatness, cleanliness and order that was almost obsessive and Ryan didn't want to appear at anything less than parade-ground polish near him. At least to start with – he knew they would both soon end up dishevelled and James looked fucking gorgeous all mussed and sporting a just fucked look.
Ryan moaned softly as those thoughts had him hard and needy. He took a quick glance around to check he was alone before he settled himself more comfortably. With one hand on his weapon and the other on his cock it felt like any war zone he'd been in rather than the long-ago past. He didn't really have the time to take it slowly, who knew what might interrupt him. He wrapped his gun-calloused hand tightly around himself and stroked hard, flicking his tip and twisting on the upstroke in a way he knew would have him coming quickly. He'd developed the skill in innumerous wanking competitions with the lads. Ryan bit his lip as moans threatened to erupt from his throat, he had no wish to call the local wildlife (or worse, Helen) to watch him. That thought almost had him wilting until he concentrated on James. In his mind's eye it was James' hand skilfully stroking him, James' wicked tongue whispering dirty things in his ear and Ryan gasped. His hips jerked and thick, white ropes of come splattered on the dry sand. He let his head lull against the sun-warmed rock as he regained his breath.
The sudden crackle of interference from his radio had Ryan jump to his feet and hastily right his clothing before he almost ran towards the anomaly. He paused as he watched it, this was it. His first solo trip into an unknown world. Ryan took a deep breath and stepped through into a biting cold winter storm. He shivered as all he could see was snow and more snow. A towering block of ice rose hundreds of feet into the air. A trumpet sounded and Ryan spun to see a herd of densely furred mammoths following each other trunk to tail. He cursed, for he was not equipped to survive the ice age. Ryan turned around and jumped back through the anomaly as it closed on his heels. So much for that anomaly.
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The next anomaly was also not to the correct time period, but at least it was warmer. Ryan gathered his gear before he stepped through and scouted around for a suitable camp-site. After watching a quick little dinosaur dash across his path, Ryan chose to climb a steep hill. It might be hard work for him, but he hoped it would dissuade his neighbours from visiting. He smiled as he discovered a small cave almost half-way up the hill. It might not be roomy but there were no signs it was being used and he could at least shelter from the elements and creatures alike in it.
He spent a few hours collecting firewood and ferns for his bedding and grinned as he managed to surprise a little dinosaur for dinner. It might not be much of a mouthful, but it would help to conserve his rations. As darkness settled, Ryan shivered and threw a few more sticks onto the fire. He burrowed into his sleeping bag and fell asleep with one hand on his rifle.
Ryan woke in the darkness, a denial on his lips as he stared wide-eyed. Shivering, his harsh breathing the only sound he could hear. The image of James lying there, all bloodied and broken... Ryan rolled to his knees and threw up until his throat burned and only bitter bile came up. He spat and wiped his lips grimly, before grabbing his water bottle and swishing his mouth clean before he spat again.
He ran a hand through his sweat-sodden hair and scrubbed at his face. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep now. Not with that memory roiling around in his mind. He peered out of his cave at the first pale streaks of dawn. He sighed and set about breakfast, he might as well as it was nearly morning. He stared at the cold remains of last night's dinner and felt his stomach rebel at the thought of choking that stringy meat down. Sighing, he reached for one of the limited energy bars he'd packed when he'd started this... quest sounded about right.
Ryan chewed his breakfast and forced himself to swallow as he watched the sun rise above the mountains. Pteranodons cried out as they woke from their night's slumber and stretched their wings to catch the sun's warming rays. Ryan knew they'd soon ungainly launch themselves into the air to ride the winds. Far in the distance, the roar of some predator sounded. This world had nothing to offer Ryan and it was time to move. Time to find the next anomaly. To find James.
Ryan quickly wound the radio and smiled as this morning the familiar interference sounded. Casting the radio about narrowed the direction down and Ryan was soon picking his way across the rough terrain. It was an old stream bed, seasonal from the look of the banks and Ryan cast an eye to the sky for clouds. He'd seen men carried away in flash floods before, he glanced up at the cloudless sky but still hurried, just because it wasn't raining here didn't mean it wasn't upstream of him. He'd also seen men assume they were safe only to be killed because they hadn't considered that possibility.
He smiled as he rounded a corner and saw the anomaly sparkling in the afternoon sun. He stepped through into bright sunshine and green vegetation. Grass. Now hadn't the professor mentioned that indicated a modern (as studying the past went) past? Maybe he was even in his own time? Ryan's eye caught the imprint of a modern boot and he felt hope grow in his heart.
Ryan carefully followed the tracks, slowly and methodically as he lacked the skill of either Stephen or Finn. He could hear the sound of running water and licked his lips, suddenly realising how thirsty he was. The tracks appeared to lead towards the water and Ryan had to concentrate on not hurrying, he had no wish to lose the tracks in his rush to drink.
He grinned as he spotted the flash of sunlight on water. His grin faded as he noticed the bodies on the ground, he swallowed hard and looked at the water before swearing and pulling his own water bottle out for a swallow. He couldn't use the water in case it was contaminated by whatever had killed them.
Ryan carefully approached the bodies, ape-men by the looks of it. He sighed, he wasn't home. So, where had those modern footprints come from? Had someone else been lost through the anomalies? He'd have to have a look around, make sure they didn't need any help. Just what he needed when he was searching for James, some civilian to bloody baby-sit.
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Date: 2012-01-07 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-01-07 07:40 pm (UTC)Hot wanking!scene, but I wish he'll find Lester soon
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Date: 2012-01-07 08:20 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the wanking scene, Ryan deserved some respite.
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Date: 2012-01-07 08:37 pm (UTC)And yes, lovely wanking scene :)
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Date: 2012-01-07 09:07 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the wanking scene ;)
Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-01-08 01:28 am (UTC)(And yes, the wanking was oh so fine)
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Date: 2012-01-08 03:39 pm (UTC)(and the wanking, Ryan needed to relax *g*)
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Date: 2012-01-08 02:57 am (UTC)(And good thing he was able to get back through the anomaly before he ended up in stuck in the ice age...)
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Date: 2012-01-08 03:42 pm (UTC)(I couldn't leave Ryan in the ice age, but I wanted him to see a few worlds/times, even if just briefly)
Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-01-08 09:09 am (UTC)Sorry, missed the typo in 'Permian' - was too distracted by the image of Ryan shaving himself *g* rrrrrrrr
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Date: 2012-01-08 03:44 pm (UTC)Oops, I'll correct it in a minute - although I can understand how distracting that image can be ;)
Thanks again for the beta and for reading.
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Date: 2012-01-09 08:01 pm (UTC)Great chapter!
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Date: 2012-01-09 08:03 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it and thanks for reading.
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