Primeval fic: Broken Wings (10/17)
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knitekatTitle: Broken Wings (10/17)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~1720 (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 9 and continues in Part 11.
Warning (for all parts): Timey-wimey AU: death!fic, dark!fic, dub!con, hurt/comfort, angst, slash, het, OOC-ness.
Ryan moaned softly and shook his head as he regained consciousness, bitterly regretting the movement as it sent shards of pain shooting through his throbbing skull. Had Lyle really needed to hit him that hard? He was a bloody idiot for not expecting danger... not that it would have made a difference, he would have been discovered once the ARC team came through the anomaly. He'd been lulled into a false sense of security and had become bloody sloppy to be captured so easily.
Moving slowly so as not to set off his aching head, Ryan looked around his surroundings. He was in what looked like an interrogation room at the ARC, his hands cuffed painfully tight behind his back as he sat on a hard chair. He had no idea how long he had been out for or how long he had waited for someone to question him. Standard interrogation techniques.
The man who entered was unknown to Ryan. Early thirties, brown hair, cold eyes, name of Ethan. He had questioned Ryan over and over again, repeating some questions slightly differently in an attempt to trap him in a lie. The man sent a prickle of fear down Ryan's back, he recognised the look in Ethan's eyes. He was a stone-cold killer who got off on it. Ryan had been careful not to reveal anything, sticking to his well-practiced story of becoming separated from his men and lost, of stumbling through an anomaly and finding himself here. That he was a simple soldier far out of his depth just trying to get home.
The beating Ethan and Blade had given him was merely one more indication that this world would not be a home for him, but the knowledge that James was here, alive and well, muted Ryan's desire to escape. He could spare a little time to be near his lover, couldn't he? A chance to snatch a moment of conversation with him, maybe even more, if only Ryan could bide his time and wait.
At least, Ryan thought he could until he was hauled out of the interrogation room by Ethan and Blade. As soon as he saw James, Ryan struggled in his bonds; his need to be with James overwhelmed his common sense; but he received only a punch to the gut from Ethan and a disdainful look from James. He was dragged along the corridor and craned his head around to watch James for as long as possible. He resumed struggling when he saw Leek approach James. That bastard – who knew what plans he had for James, when he'd stab him in the back? Ryan managed to break free of his captors for a split instant before pain exploded in his skull and the hard floor met his knees. He was stunned and could not resist when he was dragged away and thrown into a cell.
Ryan groaned softly as he rubbed his aching head. Fucking bastards. He shakily managed to crawl to the basic bed and collapse on top of it. He might not be staying in his world, but he still needed to protect this James Lester from that wanker Leek. Even if this James wasn't and never would be his lover, Ryan still couldn't stand the thought of him lying bloody and broken on the floor with Leek standing triumphantly over him.
It took Ryan several moments to regain his breath and he used that time to plan his next move. He needed to get out of this cell and leave this world, but first, he had to warn James about Leek. He took a casual glance around the cell and smiled as he noted the lack of cameras in there. That didn't surprise him as Ryan had already spotted the blood splatters on the walls and floor. Obviously the powers-that-be didn't want any possible record of their men's heavy handed interrogation techniques.
He made quick work of the lock and slipped out into the corridor, looking both ways and listening hard for any sign his escape had been discovered. He stealthily crept down the corridor towards James' office – at least, towards where James' office had been in his ARC. He could hear footsteps approaching and knew he'd be discovered if he stayed here. He slipped into a room and flattened himself against the wall as he waited for whoever it was to pass him.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the footsteps faded and he took the opportunity to look around his hiding place. It was a stationary cupboard – a rather familiar one and Ryan's mouth twitched as he recalled what he and James had done in this exact same cupboard, well, the same cupboard in a different world.
Ryan heard more footsteps passing the cupboard and swore silently, he'd have to find another route to James. He smiled as he noticed the ventilation system and remembered that there should be a vent in James' office. Although it provided him an easy and unnoticed way to James' office, Ryan cursed as he had to worm his way through its tight confines. He managed to drag himself the last few yards and peered into James' office. He could see James sitting at his desk, with both Leek and this Ethan standing in front of him. Leek's head was bowed but Ryan could see the determination in his eyes. He knew it. Leek wasn't to be trusted, when he got his hands on that bastard.
James' voice broke through Ryan's plans of revenge. “And this Captain Ryan? What do you make of him?”
“He says he got lost in the past, Sir James,” Leek replied.
Ethan sneered. “If you're weak-minded enough to believe that story.”
Leek dropped his gaze again and didn't reply, although Ryan did notice he inched away from Ethan, not that he blamed Leek for that. Ethan appeared to be a right nutter.
“And your theory would be?” James steepled his fingers as he looked expectantly at Ethan.
“He's a spy. Probably one of Johnson's.” Ethan shook his head. “Lost in the past and just happened to find us? Fucking pathetic excuse, in my view.”
James nodded. “You'd think Christine would have enough on her plate with the creatures from the anomalies.” He pursed his lips. “It would certainly explain how we got to this Ryan before Christine's people did.”
“Yes, sir,” Ethan agreed. “Let me at him, sir. I'll get the truth out of him.”
Ryan silently cursed when James nodded. Ethan would discover he had escaped and start a man hunt for him. He'd not get the chance to warn James about Leek. He'd have to act now. Well, once Ethan had left and, thinking about it, a few more minutes. He could keep an eye on Leek for that long. He hoped.
Ryan's eyes widened as Ethan dug his fingers into James' hair and pulled him into a kiss. James shoved a hand down Ethan's trousers and fondled him. “Later.”
“Yes sir.” Ethan smiled and walked out, his hips wiggling in an enticing way.
Ryan almost closed his eyes in dismay. James was with that sick fucker? The scraping of a chair being pushed backwards had Ryan opening his eyes. He could sense the change of atmosphere in the room and couldn't believe it when Leek dropped clumsily to his knees. When James shoved his cock into Leek's mouth and grabbed hold of Leek's hair, using it to hold Leek still as he fucked Leek's mouth with his cock without respite. Having James' cock rammed repeatedly into the back of his throat must have been painful and Ryan felt the first spark of pity for Leek as James used and abused him.
Ryan couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene being played out in James' office. Leek was shoved over James' desk. Tears glinted in Leek's eyes as his trousers were yanked down. He bit his lip as James shoved in without any preparation, hard and fast.
Ryan felt sick at a sight he had never even considered his lover possible of committing – James was brutally fucking Leek. It fucking hurt, if the look on Leek's face was any indication. There was no giving and taking, no love in James' actions, he was just using Leek as a convenient hole to fuck.
Bloody hell. It would explain why Leek would hate James enough to try and kill him. In this world, at least. Ryan wasn't sure what to think any more. He felt sick as he watched Leek being abused. He couldn't move a muscle to help. Too frozen in disbelief. The man raping Leek wasn't the man Ryan knew. He wasn't. He wasn't James. He wasn't.
He could hear the little noises this James was making and recognised them as his lover... no, that man wasn't his lover. James wouldn't do this. He wouldn't. Ryan tried to turn away, he tried to close his eyes, but his gaze was locked with Leek's pain-filled eyes as James' fingers bit bruising tight into Leek's hips. James pounded harder and faster and came with a grunt. Pulling free he shoved Leek to the floor. “Get out.”
That image was burned into Ryan's brain. He felt sick. He couldn't stay in this world, he needed to get out now. Leek wasn't a danger to James here, not from what Ryan had witnessed. The man might hate James but he was too broken to even consider acting against him.
Bile rose in Ryan's gorge and he had to retreat, he couldn't bring himself to look at the rapist who wore his lover's face.
Ryan heard a shrill alarm and knew Ethan had discovered he had escaped. He could hear the sound of pounding boots and watched the people he had considered friends hunting him. He stayed in the ventilation system, managing to squeeze his way through to the underground garage. He peered out before he carefully removed the grate and dropped to the floor. He held his breath as he strained his ears, but it appeared he hadn't been detected, not yet.
“I thought you'd come here.” Leek's voice had Ryan spinning around in a combat crouch.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~1720 (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 9 and continues in Part 11.
Warning (for all parts): Timey-wimey AU: death!fic, dark!fic, dub!con, hurt/comfort, angst, slash, het, OOC-ness.
Ryan moaned softly and shook his head as he regained consciousness, bitterly regretting the movement as it sent shards of pain shooting through his throbbing skull. Had Lyle really needed to hit him that hard? He was a bloody idiot for not expecting danger... not that it would have made a difference, he would have been discovered once the ARC team came through the anomaly. He'd been lulled into a false sense of security and had become bloody sloppy to be captured so easily.
Moving slowly so as not to set off his aching head, Ryan looked around his surroundings. He was in what looked like an interrogation room at the ARC, his hands cuffed painfully tight behind his back as he sat on a hard chair. He had no idea how long he had been out for or how long he had waited for someone to question him. Standard interrogation techniques.
The man who entered was unknown to Ryan. Early thirties, brown hair, cold eyes, name of Ethan. He had questioned Ryan over and over again, repeating some questions slightly differently in an attempt to trap him in a lie. The man sent a prickle of fear down Ryan's back, he recognised the look in Ethan's eyes. He was a stone-cold killer who got off on it. Ryan had been careful not to reveal anything, sticking to his well-practiced story of becoming separated from his men and lost, of stumbling through an anomaly and finding himself here. That he was a simple soldier far out of his depth just trying to get home.
The beating Ethan and Blade had given him was merely one more indication that this world would not be a home for him, but the knowledge that James was here, alive and well, muted Ryan's desire to escape. He could spare a little time to be near his lover, couldn't he? A chance to snatch a moment of conversation with him, maybe even more, if only Ryan could bide his time and wait.
At least, Ryan thought he could until he was hauled out of the interrogation room by Ethan and Blade. As soon as he saw James, Ryan struggled in his bonds; his need to be with James overwhelmed his common sense; but he received only a punch to the gut from Ethan and a disdainful look from James. He was dragged along the corridor and craned his head around to watch James for as long as possible. He resumed struggling when he saw Leek approach James. That bastard – who knew what plans he had for James, when he'd stab him in the back? Ryan managed to break free of his captors for a split instant before pain exploded in his skull and the hard floor met his knees. He was stunned and could not resist when he was dragged away and thrown into a cell.
Ryan groaned softly as he rubbed his aching head. Fucking bastards. He shakily managed to crawl to the basic bed and collapse on top of it. He might not be staying in his world, but he still needed to protect this James Lester from that wanker Leek. Even if this James wasn't and never would be his lover, Ryan still couldn't stand the thought of him lying bloody and broken on the floor with Leek standing triumphantly over him.
It took Ryan several moments to regain his breath and he used that time to plan his next move. He needed to get out of this cell and leave this world, but first, he had to warn James about Leek. He took a casual glance around the cell and smiled as he noted the lack of cameras in there. That didn't surprise him as Ryan had already spotted the blood splatters on the walls and floor. Obviously the powers-that-be didn't want any possible record of their men's heavy handed interrogation techniques.
He made quick work of the lock and slipped out into the corridor, looking both ways and listening hard for any sign his escape had been discovered. He stealthily crept down the corridor towards James' office – at least, towards where James' office had been in his ARC. He could hear footsteps approaching and knew he'd be discovered if he stayed here. He slipped into a room and flattened himself against the wall as he waited for whoever it was to pass him.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the footsteps faded and he took the opportunity to look around his hiding place. It was a stationary cupboard – a rather familiar one and Ryan's mouth twitched as he recalled what he and James had done in this exact same cupboard, well, the same cupboard in a different world.
Ryan heard more footsteps passing the cupboard and swore silently, he'd have to find another route to James. He smiled as he noticed the ventilation system and remembered that there should be a vent in James' office. Although it provided him an easy and unnoticed way to James' office, Ryan cursed as he had to worm his way through its tight confines. He managed to drag himself the last few yards and peered into James' office. He could see James sitting at his desk, with both Leek and this Ethan standing in front of him. Leek's head was bowed but Ryan could see the determination in his eyes. He knew it. Leek wasn't to be trusted, when he got his hands on that bastard.
James' voice broke through Ryan's plans of revenge. “And this Captain Ryan? What do you make of him?”
“He says he got lost in the past, Sir James,” Leek replied.
Ethan sneered. “If you're weak-minded enough to believe that story.”
Leek dropped his gaze again and didn't reply, although Ryan did notice he inched away from Ethan, not that he blamed Leek for that. Ethan appeared to be a right nutter.
“And your theory would be?” James steepled his fingers as he looked expectantly at Ethan.
“He's a spy. Probably one of Johnson's.” Ethan shook his head. “Lost in the past and just happened to find us? Fucking pathetic excuse, in my view.”
James nodded. “You'd think Christine would have enough on her plate with the creatures from the anomalies.” He pursed his lips. “It would certainly explain how we got to this Ryan before Christine's people did.”
“Yes, sir,” Ethan agreed. “Let me at him, sir. I'll get the truth out of him.”
Ryan silently cursed when James nodded. Ethan would discover he had escaped and start a man hunt for him. He'd not get the chance to warn James about Leek. He'd have to act now. Well, once Ethan had left and, thinking about it, a few more minutes. He could keep an eye on Leek for that long. He hoped.
Ryan's eyes widened as Ethan dug his fingers into James' hair and pulled him into a kiss. James shoved a hand down Ethan's trousers and fondled him. “Later.”
“Yes sir.” Ethan smiled and walked out, his hips wiggling in an enticing way.
Ryan almost closed his eyes in dismay. James was with that sick fucker? The scraping of a chair being pushed backwards had Ryan opening his eyes. He could sense the change of atmosphere in the room and couldn't believe it when Leek dropped clumsily to his knees. When James shoved his cock into Leek's mouth and grabbed hold of Leek's hair, using it to hold Leek still as he fucked Leek's mouth with his cock without respite. Having James' cock rammed repeatedly into the back of his throat must have been painful and Ryan felt the first spark of pity for Leek as James used and abused him.
Ryan couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene being played out in James' office. Leek was shoved over James' desk. Tears glinted in Leek's eyes as his trousers were yanked down. He bit his lip as James shoved in without any preparation, hard and fast.
Ryan felt sick at a sight he had never even considered his lover possible of committing – James was brutally fucking Leek. It fucking hurt, if the look on Leek's face was any indication. There was no giving and taking, no love in James' actions, he was just using Leek as a convenient hole to fuck.
Bloody hell. It would explain why Leek would hate James enough to try and kill him. In this world, at least. Ryan wasn't sure what to think any more. He felt sick as he watched Leek being abused. He couldn't move a muscle to help. Too frozen in disbelief. The man raping Leek wasn't the man Ryan knew. He wasn't. He wasn't James. He wasn't.
He could hear the little noises this James was making and recognised them as his lover... no, that man wasn't his lover. James wouldn't do this. He wouldn't. Ryan tried to turn away, he tried to close his eyes, but his gaze was locked with Leek's pain-filled eyes as James' fingers bit bruising tight into Leek's hips. James pounded harder and faster and came with a grunt. Pulling free he shoved Leek to the floor. “Get out.”
That image was burned into Ryan's brain. He felt sick. He couldn't stay in this world, he needed to get out now. Leek wasn't a danger to James here, not from what Ryan had witnessed. The man might hate James but he was too broken to even consider acting against him.
Bile rose in Ryan's gorge and he had to retreat, he couldn't bring himself to look at the rapist who wore his lover's face.
***
Ryan heard a shrill alarm and knew Ethan had discovered he had escaped. He could hear the sound of pounding boots and watched the people he had considered friends hunting him. He stayed in the ventilation system, managing to squeeze his way through to the underground garage. He peered out before he carefully removed the grate and dropped to the floor. He held his breath as he strained his ears, but it appeared he hadn't been detected, not yet.
“I thought you'd come here.” Leek's voice had Ryan spinning around in a combat crouch.
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