Primeval fic: Broken Wings (11/17)
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knitekatTitle: Broken Wings (11/17)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2510 (of ~27300)
Characters in this part: Tom Ryan, Oliver Leek, Danny Quinn, Christine Johnson, Ross.
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 10 and continues in Part 12.
Warning (for all parts): Timey-wimey AU: death!fic, dark!fic, dub!con, hurt/comfort, angst, slash, het, OOC-ness.
“I'm alone and unarmed, Captain Ryan,” Leek continued as he stepped from the shadowy corner he had concealed himself in. He held his arms away from his sides to show Ryan his empty hands before turning in a slow circle, “As you can see.”
Ryan risked a quick glance around the garage for any other threats. “What do you want, Leek?”
“You watched. In the office.” Leek's voice broke.
“I did. I...” Ryan shook his head. “I can't believe James...”
Leek snorted. “This isn't your world, or your James Lester.” He held out Helen's journal towards Ryan. “I read this, all of Helen's plans and observations. Lester and Ethan,” Leek's voice was bitter on that name, “they don't think the journal is important. Some plot by Christine to distract us and gain some advantage while we spent time looking into the information.”
Ryan shook his head, this was getting confusing. James was the baddie, Leek and Christine appeared to be the good guys, what a fucking messed up world. “Come with me.” Ryan blinked as those words emerged from his mouth. He realised with more shock that he meant it, after all, this Leek hadn't killed his James.
Leek shook his head. “You need to go, Ryan. To find your James. Leave this world, this Lester, to us to deal with.”
“You work for Christine?” Ryan nodded, “Of course you do.” Leek was fucking brave in this world, brave and probably a little bit crazy. Not that that would be a surprise, it must have been a harrowing existence, spying and working for Christine while at the mercy of J... Lester and the unstable Ethan, never knowing when he might be discovered and... Ryan swallowed, he didn't want to think what might happen to Leek if he was found out.
Leek reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB memory stick. “This contains information I downloaded from Lester's own computer. I need you to give it to Christine.”
“How?” Ryan was quite willing to do so; from what he'd seen of this world, it was Christine he needed to help, she was the one he would have been working for – at least, he hoped he would have been, who knew, in this world he might have been as twisted as James was.
“I managed to get a message to them, once you are out you will be met by a man on a motorcycle. Here are the recognition words.” After Leek told him the codes, he held out the stick. “Pass the stick on and tell Christine your story.” Leek looked around as he heard footsteps. “I've opened the doors, you need to get out of here fast and keep going, no matter what.” Once Ryan took the USB stick, Leek added, “Now, hit me.”
“What?”
“Knock me out. Or at least down. Lester might believe I tried to stop you...” There was a quaver in Leek's voice.
Ryan nodded. Fuck! He shook Leek's hand before punching him, hard. It was the only chance they had to save Leek's life, he understood far too well that James would kill Leek if he realised he had betrayed him. Ryan tried not to think about what might happen to Leek now. From what he'd seen of this world, James might still have Leek killed for failing to stop Ryan escaping.
Ryan slipped away from Leek's sprawled body and cautiously cracked the door open, expecting the shrill sound of an alarm to break the silence. When the silence remained unbroken, Ryan took a deep breath and slipped out the door, keeping to cover as much as possible before he had to step into the open and then he just made a run for it. Expecting the soldiers to chase him at any moment, shouting at him to stop or they'd shoot. He almost expected the searing pain as a bullet hit him in his back and sent him crashing to the ground, bleeding and captured. He put on a spurt of speed and felt relieved when he turned the corner, safely out of sight of the ARC.
He skidded to a stop at the sight of a black leather-clad biker straddling his machine. The man lifted his visor and grinned at Ryan, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oi, mate, you seen Little Bo Peep?”
Ryan blinked in shock for a moment before remembering what Leek had instructed him to reply. “Yes. I'm one of the Lost Lambs. And you are?”
“Red Riding Hood.” The man threw Ryan another helmet, “Danny Quinn. Now hop on and we'll get the hell out of here before Lester sends his thugs after us.”
Ryan saw little alternative, he needed help to escape and James wasn't an option for that in this world, however, maybe this Danny Quinn and even Christine would be. He put the helmet on and slipped his arms around Quinn's waist as he climbed on behind him. It felt so good to be this close to another person after so long, it was just a shame it wasn't James. Ryan couldn't help smirking at the image of James riding a motorcycle, not that his lover would ever have lowered himself to such forms of transport, no matter how hot Ryan thought he'd look straddling a motorcycle.
Ryan couldn't stay sitting in the chair at Christine's centre of operations, he paced restlessly as he waited for her or someone to come and question him. He just hoped Christine would help him leave this world once he told her his story.
Ryan swallowed as Christine stepped through the door; remembering how she had tried to wipe out James' memory in his own world. He took a deep breath, she wasn't the same woman – meeting Leek had shown him that.
Ryan snapped out a salute, “Captain Thomas Ryan, ma'am, of the ARC.”
“Captain, I understand Oliver sent you?”
“Yes, ma'am. He asked me to give you this.” Ryan handed over the USB. “He said it is information downloaded from J... Lester's own computer.”
Christine's eyes lit up. “Thank you, Captain.” She called over her shoulder, “Ross, get this to Anderson. Get him to check the information.” She turned back to Ryan, “The chance to know what Lester's up to is invaluable, Captain.”
Ryan nodded. “So I understand, ma'am.” He straightened his shoulders, “Did Leek tell you about me?”
Christine tapped her fingers on her desk as she considered Ryan as he finished his story. “It must be hard for you, Captain. Not just to trust Leek and myself, but to see Lester like that.”
Ryan nodded, “If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes...”
“I could use a man like you, Captain, but I can understand your need to find Les... your James.” Christine smiled sadly as if from a painful memory. “I'll have you resupplied and on your way as soon as possible.”
“Thank you, ma'am.”
Ryan finished packing his supplies in a new rucksack – rations, ammo and other survival equipment. He checked a pistol before sliding it into its holster and then repeated his actions on a rifle, grinning with satisfaction as he found them to be in excellent condition.
Quinn knocked on the door. “Ready?” He held out a small device. “Anderson wanted me to give you this.”
Ryan took it, examining it before he smiled, it looked like a smaller version of the detector Connor had been building. “A portable anomaly detector?”
An alarm blared before Quinn could reply and he cursed as he pressed his ear piece. “Fuck! Come on, Ryan. Grab your gear. Lester's thugs are here.”
Ryan followed hard on Quinn's heels as the ginger-haired man legged it down the corridor towards the garage.
“Quinn!” Ross called out from behind them, “Lester's men are inside, they've covered all the exits.”
Quinn gave a cocky grin. “Not all of them. Come on, Ryan.”
Ryan eyed the ventilation shaft wearily and sighed, not another one of these bloody things to crawl through.
Ryan decided Quinn was more than a few slices short of a full loaf as the man rode his motorcycle recklessly, his boot stretched out in front of him as he kicked several soldiers as they rode past. Ryan's grip tightened when Danny almost span out as he took a corner almost too fast. The bullets that zinged through the air didn't help, it looked as if J... Ryan shook his head, no, Lester was happy to have him dead rather than escape his clutches... either that or he'd set Ethan loose and that madman was eager to add more blood to his hands. Which didn't make it any easier for Ryan, because Lester must know what Ethan was like, the blood was as much on his hands as Ethan's.
Ryan's thoughts scattered and his grip on Quinn became white-knuckled when the maniac barely squeezed through a gap between a wall and an oncoming truck. Fuck! The man had a death-wish. The sound of horns behind Ryan convinced him they had lost their pursuers – at least for now.
Danny's voice was almost taken by the wind as he yelled back over his shoulder. “Much as I love a hard body against mine, ease up mate.”
Ryan only relaxed his grip when Quinn slowed down and he risked a glance over his shoulder, confirming that they had escaped, and were surprisingly – considering Quinn's driving – still in one piece.
The anomaly detector mounted on Quinn's bike began to ping and Quinn let out a whoop as he hit the accelerator again and, presumably, set course for the anomaly.
Ryan didn't care where it led, he was sure he could survive whatever it could throw at him. A bitter smiled appeared on his face as he thought it couldn't be worse than this world... maybe he should stop thinking that. Fate seemed to take a perverse pleasure in showing him it could indeed get worse.
Quinn brought the bike to a screeching halt next to the anomaly and Ryan vowed he would never ride one again – not even if James was on it, naked and aroused and offering Ryan his arse to fuck as they rode. Bloody hell, if Quinn was gay he'd probably think that was an excellent idea – hell, from what he'd seen of Quinn, the man had probably done it.
Ryan dismounted on somewhat shaky legs and shook Quinn's hand.
Quinn grinned cockily. “Good luck, mate.”
“You too.” Ryan watched Quinn speed off again before swearing as the ARC vehicles appeared in the distance. Fuck! He grabbed his supplies and ran for the anomaly. If he could just get into cover he had a chance of losing his pursuers, he just hoped he wouldn't have to jump through multiple anomalies to do so. Ryan dove through it and cursed as the sand snagged his boots and sent him to his knees. Oh Fuck! Not the best prehistoric past to be in, but beggars couldn't be choosers and at least he knew his way back to his base camp from here.
He had to hurry though and that was not a good thing in this world. He could see the harder edges of the hills to his left and took off. If he could reach them Ryan knew he'd be safe, at least from the native creatures. The sand dragged him back at every step and he barely cleared the crest of a dune as he felt a bullet fly past his ear. Sliding and falling and rolling down the slope, Ryan was gasping for breath but struggled back to his feet, he had to keep running. His lungs strained but he had to get away. He had to reach the hills before his movement attracted the attention of the creatures under the sand.
He could hear the sounds of gunfire and screams, but didn't risk stopping. The vibrations caused by several men were obviously more attractive to the native life than those caused by just one, but he couldn't risk being caught in the open. Ryan's feet kept him moving until he finally collapsed as his lungs burned from too little oxygen. He only realised as he painfully banged a knee that he was safely on the wind-carved sandstone hills.
Ryan could do nothing but gasp for air and listen to the sounds of battle dying. He just hoped the soldiers retreated to their own world, even though they were bastards he still mourned their needless deaths. If only they hadn't followed him. He snorted. Nothing was ever changed by 'if only'. He knew that far too well, having spent days wondering what he could have done differently that day, any day, to save James. He had gone over every action, every choice, but none of it could change the facts: James had died and Ryan had failed to protect him.
He pulled out his new detector and checked for the anomaly he needed as he regained his breath, what little he could in this low-oxygen atmosphere. At least he knew how to survive here for a short period. Just so long as he avoided the sand scorpions. If he was lucky he would be able to stay on the rocks until he reached the anomaly, if not, well, at least he knew how to slip-slide-walk on this sand. He snorted as he remembered Connor commenting that these scorpions were similar to the worms in 'Dune', attracted to the rhythmic beat of footsteps on the sand's surface.
Ryan scrambled up one of the sandstone scree slopes and collapsed exhausted at the top, his lungs barely dragging enough oxygen into his body. He just wanted to sleep... a bright light in the distance drew his attention and Ryan grinned. He forced his tired body to move as he slipped and slide and almost tumbled down the rock slope.
He paused at the bottom and cursed the sand that lay between him and the anomaly, the short distance seeming like miles to him in this world. Ryan knew he had no choice, he had to go through that anomaly or die.
Ryan checked the sand for traces of the scorpions, he saw nothing but that didn't mean he was alone. He could only hope the scorpions didn't like being this close to the rocky hills. He took a deep breath and set himself, he'd have to run or risk it closing on him.
Ryan dashed across the sand, the moving surface dragging at his feet. He could almost sense the scorpions rising up to kill him and he just took a running dive though the anomaly. Hoping for the best and fearing for the worst.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2510 (of ~27300)
Characters in this part: Tom Ryan, Oliver Leek, Danny Quinn, Christine Johnson, Ross.
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 10 and continues in Part 12.
Warning (for all parts): Timey-wimey AU: death!fic, dark!fic, dub!con, hurt/comfort, angst, slash, het, OOC-ness.
“I'm alone and unarmed, Captain Ryan,” Leek continued as he stepped from the shadowy corner he had concealed himself in. He held his arms away from his sides to show Ryan his empty hands before turning in a slow circle, “As you can see.”
Ryan risked a quick glance around the garage for any other threats. “What do you want, Leek?”
“You watched. In the office.” Leek's voice broke.
“I did. I...” Ryan shook his head. “I can't believe James...”
Leek snorted. “This isn't your world, or your James Lester.” He held out Helen's journal towards Ryan. “I read this, all of Helen's plans and observations. Lester and Ethan,” Leek's voice was bitter on that name, “they don't think the journal is important. Some plot by Christine to distract us and gain some advantage while we spent time looking into the information.”
Ryan shook his head, this was getting confusing. James was the baddie, Leek and Christine appeared to be the good guys, what a fucking messed up world. “Come with me.” Ryan blinked as those words emerged from his mouth. He realised with more shock that he meant it, after all, this Leek hadn't killed his James.
Leek shook his head. “You need to go, Ryan. To find your James. Leave this world, this Lester, to us to deal with.”
“You work for Christine?” Ryan nodded, “Of course you do.” Leek was fucking brave in this world, brave and probably a little bit crazy. Not that that would be a surprise, it must have been a harrowing existence, spying and working for Christine while at the mercy of J... Lester and the unstable Ethan, never knowing when he might be discovered and... Ryan swallowed, he didn't want to think what might happen to Leek if he was found out.
Leek reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB memory stick. “This contains information I downloaded from Lester's own computer. I need you to give it to Christine.”
“How?” Ryan was quite willing to do so; from what he'd seen of this world, it was Christine he needed to help, she was the one he would have been working for – at least, he hoped he would have been, who knew, in this world he might have been as twisted as James was.
“I managed to get a message to them, once you are out you will be met by a man on a motorcycle. Here are the recognition words.” After Leek told him the codes, he held out the stick. “Pass the stick on and tell Christine your story.” Leek looked around as he heard footsteps. “I've opened the doors, you need to get out of here fast and keep going, no matter what.” Once Ryan took the USB stick, Leek added, “Now, hit me.”
“What?”
“Knock me out. Or at least down. Lester might believe I tried to stop you...” There was a quaver in Leek's voice.
Ryan nodded. Fuck! He shook Leek's hand before punching him, hard. It was the only chance they had to save Leek's life, he understood far too well that James would kill Leek if he realised he had betrayed him. Ryan tried not to think about what might happen to Leek now. From what he'd seen of this world, James might still have Leek killed for failing to stop Ryan escaping.
Ryan slipped away from Leek's sprawled body and cautiously cracked the door open, expecting the shrill sound of an alarm to break the silence. When the silence remained unbroken, Ryan took a deep breath and slipped out the door, keeping to cover as much as possible before he had to step into the open and then he just made a run for it. Expecting the soldiers to chase him at any moment, shouting at him to stop or they'd shoot. He almost expected the searing pain as a bullet hit him in his back and sent him crashing to the ground, bleeding and captured. He put on a spurt of speed and felt relieved when he turned the corner, safely out of sight of the ARC.
He skidded to a stop at the sight of a black leather-clad biker straddling his machine. The man lifted his visor and grinned at Ryan, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oi, mate, you seen Little Bo Peep?”
Ryan blinked in shock for a moment before remembering what Leek had instructed him to reply. “Yes. I'm one of the Lost Lambs. And you are?”
“Red Riding Hood.” The man threw Ryan another helmet, “Danny Quinn. Now hop on and we'll get the hell out of here before Lester sends his thugs after us.”
Ryan saw little alternative, he needed help to escape and James wasn't an option for that in this world, however, maybe this Danny Quinn and even Christine would be. He put the helmet on and slipped his arms around Quinn's waist as he climbed on behind him. It felt so good to be this close to another person after so long, it was just a shame it wasn't James. Ryan couldn't help smirking at the image of James riding a motorcycle, not that his lover would ever have lowered himself to such forms of transport, no matter how hot Ryan thought he'd look straddling a motorcycle.
****
Ryan couldn't stay sitting in the chair at Christine's centre of operations, he paced restlessly as he waited for her or someone to come and question him. He just hoped Christine would help him leave this world once he told her his story.
Ryan swallowed as Christine stepped through the door; remembering how she had tried to wipe out James' memory in his own world. He took a deep breath, she wasn't the same woman – meeting Leek had shown him that.
Ryan snapped out a salute, “Captain Thomas Ryan, ma'am, of the ARC.”
“Captain, I understand Oliver sent you?”
“Yes, ma'am. He asked me to give you this.” Ryan handed over the USB. “He said it is information downloaded from J... Lester's own computer.”
Christine's eyes lit up. “Thank you, Captain.” She called over her shoulder, “Ross, get this to Anderson. Get him to check the information.” She turned back to Ryan, “The chance to know what Lester's up to is invaluable, Captain.”
Ryan nodded. “So I understand, ma'am.” He straightened his shoulders, “Did Leek tell you about me?”
****
Christine tapped her fingers on her desk as she considered Ryan as he finished his story. “It must be hard for you, Captain. Not just to trust Leek and myself, but to see Lester like that.”
Ryan nodded, “If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes...”
“I could use a man like you, Captain, but I can understand your need to find Les... your James.” Christine smiled sadly as if from a painful memory. “I'll have you resupplied and on your way as soon as possible.”
“Thank you, ma'am.”
****
Ryan finished packing his supplies in a new rucksack – rations, ammo and other survival equipment. He checked a pistol before sliding it into its holster and then repeated his actions on a rifle, grinning with satisfaction as he found them to be in excellent condition.
Quinn knocked on the door. “Ready?” He held out a small device. “Anderson wanted me to give you this.”
Ryan took it, examining it before he smiled, it looked like a smaller version of the detector Connor had been building. “A portable anomaly detector?”
An alarm blared before Quinn could reply and he cursed as he pressed his ear piece. “Fuck! Come on, Ryan. Grab your gear. Lester's thugs are here.”
Ryan followed hard on Quinn's heels as the ginger-haired man legged it down the corridor towards the garage.
“Quinn!” Ross called out from behind them, “Lester's men are inside, they've covered all the exits.”
Quinn gave a cocky grin. “Not all of them. Come on, Ryan.”
Ryan eyed the ventilation shaft wearily and sighed, not another one of these bloody things to crawl through.
****
Ryan decided Quinn was more than a few slices short of a full loaf as the man rode his motorcycle recklessly, his boot stretched out in front of him as he kicked several soldiers as they rode past. Ryan's grip tightened when Danny almost span out as he took a corner almost too fast. The bullets that zinged through the air didn't help, it looked as if J... Ryan shook his head, no, Lester was happy to have him dead rather than escape his clutches... either that or he'd set Ethan loose and that madman was eager to add more blood to his hands. Which didn't make it any easier for Ryan, because Lester must know what Ethan was like, the blood was as much on his hands as Ethan's.
Ryan's thoughts scattered and his grip on Quinn became white-knuckled when the maniac barely squeezed through a gap between a wall and an oncoming truck. Fuck! The man had a death-wish. The sound of horns behind Ryan convinced him they had lost their pursuers – at least for now.
Danny's voice was almost taken by the wind as he yelled back over his shoulder. “Much as I love a hard body against mine, ease up mate.”
Ryan only relaxed his grip when Quinn slowed down and he risked a glance over his shoulder, confirming that they had escaped, and were surprisingly – considering Quinn's driving – still in one piece.
The anomaly detector mounted on Quinn's bike began to ping and Quinn let out a whoop as he hit the accelerator again and, presumably, set course for the anomaly.
Ryan didn't care where it led, he was sure he could survive whatever it could throw at him. A bitter smiled appeared on his face as he thought it couldn't be worse than this world... maybe he should stop thinking that. Fate seemed to take a perverse pleasure in showing him it could indeed get worse.
Quinn brought the bike to a screeching halt next to the anomaly and Ryan vowed he would never ride one again – not even if James was on it, naked and aroused and offering Ryan his arse to fuck as they rode. Bloody hell, if Quinn was gay he'd probably think that was an excellent idea – hell, from what he'd seen of Quinn, the man had probably done it.
Ryan dismounted on somewhat shaky legs and shook Quinn's hand.
Quinn grinned cockily. “Good luck, mate.”
“You too.” Ryan watched Quinn speed off again before swearing as the ARC vehicles appeared in the distance. Fuck! He grabbed his supplies and ran for the anomaly. If he could just get into cover he had a chance of losing his pursuers, he just hoped he wouldn't have to jump through multiple anomalies to do so. Ryan dove through it and cursed as the sand snagged his boots and sent him to his knees. Oh Fuck! Not the best prehistoric past to be in, but beggars couldn't be choosers and at least he knew his way back to his base camp from here.
He had to hurry though and that was not a good thing in this world. He could see the harder edges of the hills to his left and took off. If he could reach them Ryan knew he'd be safe, at least from the native creatures. The sand dragged him back at every step and he barely cleared the crest of a dune as he felt a bullet fly past his ear. Sliding and falling and rolling down the slope, Ryan was gasping for breath but struggled back to his feet, he had to keep running. His lungs strained but he had to get away. He had to reach the hills before his movement attracted the attention of the creatures under the sand.
He could hear the sounds of gunfire and screams, but didn't risk stopping. The vibrations caused by several men were obviously more attractive to the native life than those caused by just one, but he couldn't risk being caught in the open. Ryan's feet kept him moving until he finally collapsed as his lungs burned from too little oxygen. He only realised as he painfully banged a knee that he was safely on the wind-carved sandstone hills.
Ryan could do nothing but gasp for air and listen to the sounds of battle dying. He just hoped the soldiers retreated to their own world, even though they were bastards he still mourned their needless deaths. If only they hadn't followed him. He snorted. Nothing was ever changed by 'if only'. He knew that far too well, having spent days wondering what he could have done differently that day, any day, to save James. He had gone over every action, every choice, but none of it could change the facts: James had died and Ryan had failed to protect him.
He pulled out his new detector and checked for the anomaly he needed as he regained his breath, what little he could in this low-oxygen atmosphere. At least he knew how to survive here for a short period. Just so long as he avoided the sand scorpions. If he was lucky he would be able to stay on the rocks until he reached the anomaly, if not, well, at least he knew how to slip-slide-walk on this sand. He snorted as he remembered Connor commenting that these scorpions were similar to the worms in 'Dune', attracted to the rhythmic beat of footsteps on the sand's surface.
****
Ryan scrambled up one of the sandstone scree slopes and collapsed exhausted at the top, his lungs barely dragging enough oxygen into his body. He just wanted to sleep... a bright light in the distance drew his attention and Ryan grinned. He forced his tired body to move as he slipped and slide and almost tumbled down the rock slope.
He paused at the bottom and cursed the sand that lay between him and the anomaly, the short distance seeming like miles to him in this world. Ryan knew he had no choice, he had to go through that anomaly or die.
Ryan checked the sand for traces of the scorpions, he saw nothing but that didn't mean he was alone. He could only hope the scorpions didn't like being this close to the rocky hills. He took a deep breath and set himself, he'd have to run or risk it closing on him.
Ryan dashed across the sand, the moving surface dragging at his feet. He could almost sense the scorpions rising up to kill him and he just took a running dive though the anomaly. Hoping for the best and fearing for the worst.
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:03 pm (UTC)Maybe next time, Ryan! If he survives the nasty sand beasts, of course!! :D
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Date: 2012-01-21 08:46 pm (UTC)Ryan hopes so.
Thanks for the beta and for reading.
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:10 pm (UTC)Thriller chapter.
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Date: 2012-01-21 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 06:25 pm (UTC)Wonder what horrors poor Ryan's going to find next (I'm assuming that the sand monsters aren't going to eat him, otherwise the next 6 chapters are going to be somewhat short!)
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Date: 2012-01-21 08:54 pm (UTC)Hee, you will find out soon (*snort* chapter 12: pant, pant, gasp. Chapter 13: munch, munch, scream. Chapter 14: scorpion equivalent of a burp. Um, 3 chapters spare *g*)
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Date: 2012-01-21 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 06:33 pm (UTC)Bloody hell, if Quinn was gay he'd probably think that was an excellent idea – hell, from what he'd seen of Quinn, the man had probably done it.
Danny was absolutely perfect in this, and naturally I adored poor, brave Leek!
I love the way you zip from world to world, but without the details ever being too sketchy. Each world is vivid and beautifully portrayed, as are the characters.
I am sooooo enjoying this!
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Date: 2012-01-21 08:59 pm (UTC)That is my first real go at writing Danny so I'm glad I got him OK. Hee, I thought you'd like Leek being a good guy (he had to be in some alternate universe).
Thanks, glad that the worlds worked out OK, I didn't want to spend too long on them, but neither too short that it was a blink and miss it.
Thanks, hope you continue to enjoy it.
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 08:02 pm (UTC)Long may they continue!
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Date: 2012-01-21 09:04 pm (UTC)Um, another 6 chapters ;)
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Date: 2012-01-21 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 10:52 pm (UTC)Fab chapter.
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Date: 2012-01-22 03:44 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it and thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-01-21 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-22 03:49 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-01-22 09:10 pm (UTC)A pity Ryan didn't care much for the ride.
LOL about the thoughts he conjured up of a naked Lester getting fucked on a bike.;)
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Date: 2012-01-22 11:13 pm (UTC)Hee, who would blame Ryan for that image.
Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-01-22 11:39 pm (UTC)I'm very fond of Danny riding his bike. In my story he takes Cutter for a ride. Just a ride with the motorbike. The story is totally PG o get your mind out of the gutter. There are just some lines I'm not planning to cross.
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Date: 2012-01-23 06:35 pm (UTC)Hee, poor Danny.
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Date: 2012-01-24 12:03 am (UTC)Let's hope for a better world the next anomaly!
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Date: 2012-01-24 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-02-13 08:05 pm (UTC)