Primeval fic: Broken Wings (12/17)
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knitekatTitle: Broken Wings (12/17)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 1150 (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 11 and continues in Part 13.
Warning (for all parts): Timey-wimey AU: death!fic, dark!fic, dub!con, hurt/comfort, angst, slash, het, OOC-ness.
Ryan didn't risk another anomaly to the 21st century for weeks after that. He spent his time healing, hunting and considering all he had seen. He wasn't sure if he could – should – continue his quest. What if he never found a James he could be with? But, he knew he'd continue, he had to. He loved James. He needed to be with James. He couldn't just give up... where would he go? His own world was so many anomalies and months ago, Ryan was sure he had been listed as dead. Dead and buried in an empty grave next to James. Connor had known Ryan wasn't coming back, Ryan had seen it in the young genius' eyes as Connor had handed him the hand-wound radio and told him the frequency to use to detect open anomalies.
Ryan turned the detector over in his hands as he considered his options... well, option. He could return to the world he had obtained the detector from, he was sure Christine would welcome him back to join her fight against... Ryan shook his head. The thought of not just giving up on James but actually fighting him was just too painful to be considered. Knowing that he'd see James, hear of his plots and know he was with the sick fucked-up bastard Ethan would just twist the knife deeper into the ragged wound where Ryan's heart had been.
He snorted, Connor would have loved the device he was staring at. A hand-held anomaly detector had to be far better than listening for the static on a radio station. Ryan chuckled, it was always possible Connor had invented the thing, him or that Anderson Quinn had mentioned when he had given Ryan the detector. His thoughts turning to his own world, Ryan wondered if his Connor had or would invent something similar. He had been, after all, been building the bigger version of this device when Ryan had left.
Ryan sighed. He couldn't help wondering what the ARC team were doing in his original world. He hoped they were still alive. He smiled, he hoped the professor was still annoying Johnson in that world, the man had a talent for it.
He shook his head. That world was long gone, Ryan wasn't even sure he could even find it again. Not that he wanted to, going home would just be admitting defeat. That he had truly failed James. He had to continue.
Another day, another anomaly. Ryan was beginning to fear he was on a wild goose chase. What if he never found a James he could be with? Would he spend his life moving from one anomaly to another, becoming more and more disconnected from humanity? Was that what had happened to Helen? Her journal certainly became harsher in her opinions of humanity the further he had read, until her final chilling solution that humanity had to die for the world to be saved. Ryan had seen several references to '333' in her rants, he wondered if it referred to the ape-men and her corpse he had found the journal on? Maybe the professor would know? Ryan sighed, he didn't have anyone to show the journal to. He had no one. Maybe he should just find a world to live in and forget about James? But he knew he couldn't, he would continue searching forever, until he found James or he died himself.
Ryan sighed as he looked at the spinning shards and couldn't help wonder what his life would have been like without them. So many good men and women, so many innocent victims, lost to the creatures that spilled out of them, but he also would never had encountered the most snarky, sarcastic and witty man he had ever met. He would never have fallen in love with him, never kissed him, never made love. For all the pain and heartache the anomalies had brought, Ryan wouldn't have missed the posting for the world, for it also gave him James Lester. He drew a shuddering breath, it had also taken James from him. All for the greed and power and love-turned-to-hatred.
Closing his eyes for an instant and steadying his breathing, Ryan stepped through and dropped to a protective crouch on the far-side. He stared out at a ruined landscape. The buildings looked long abandoned, their windows shattered and their walls crumbling. The overgrown streets were lined with rusty cars. There was no sound except for the squeak of a wind-blown door.
Ryan sighed softly and retraced his steps. There was little point searching for James in that desolate wasteland. He doubted anyone had survived whatever had destroyed the world.
Ryan didn't feel much hope left as he stared at the shards that spun in front of him. How many anomalies had he walked through? How much longer could he continue searching for James? He sighed as he stepped through and into a brightly lit room. He brought his rifle up immediately at the chaos that greeted him. Future Predators clung to the walls. A pair of raptors fought over the body of a Mer. A bellowing Scutosaurus blocked a doorway, backed into it by a Smilodon. He could hear the sounds of beating fists on a door and a gasp behind him. He turned to look into the shocked eyes of Stephen Hart as the man's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, apparently at the sudden appearance of one Captain Tom Ryan into the middle of... well, it looked like a trap to Ryan's trained eye.
Well, so much for keeping a low profile but the introductions could be done later. Right now, survival was paramount. Ryan pulled Stephen into a defensible corner and passed him a fully loaded pistol for protection. If they were lucky, the creatures would be too busy fighting and eating each other to bother with them. If not, he hoped they had enough ammo to stay alive if they made every shot count.
Ryan and Stephen stayed as still and silent as they could, barely breathing as they watched the carnage in front of them. Ryan shuddered at the amount of blood spilt on the floor, reminded of the slaughter at the ARC so many months before. Soon, only the Future Predators were left and as they clicked and chittered to each other, Ryan took a deep breath and aimed his weapon at the nearest of the creatures. He had no love for them. Ryan swallowed hard, they had killed... torn apart... his lover. He hated the bloody things.
Stephen proved to be as good a shot in this world as in Ryan's own as he dropped Predator after Predator. Ryan made sure his own shots counted as much, but he feared they wouldn't have enough ammo. It was taking too many shots to stop each of the creatures.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 1150 (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 11 and continues in Part 13.
Warning (for all parts): Timey-wimey AU: death!fic, dark!fic, dub!con, hurt/comfort, angst, slash, het, OOC-ness.
Ryan didn't risk another anomaly to the 21st century for weeks after that. He spent his time healing, hunting and considering all he had seen. He wasn't sure if he could – should – continue his quest. What if he never found a James he could be with? But, he knew he'd continue, he had to. He loved James. He needed to be with James. He couldn't just give up... where would he go? His own world was so many anomalies and months ago, Ryan was sure he had been listed as dead. Dead and buried in an empty grave next to James. Connor had known Ryan wasn't coming back, Ryan had seen it in the young genius' eyes as Connor had handed him the hand-wound radio and told him the frequency to use to detect open anomalies.
Ryan turned the detector over in his hands as he considered his options... well, option. He could return to the world he had obtained the detector from, he was sure Christine would welcome him back to join her fight against... Ryan shook his head. The thought of not just giving up on James but actually fighting him was just too painful to be considered. Knowing that he'd see James, hear of his plots and know he was with the sick fucked-up bastard Ethan would just twist the knife deeper into the ragged wound where Ryan's heart had been.
He snorted, Connor would have loved the device he was staring at. A hand-held anomaly detector had to be far better than listening for the static on a radio station. Ryan chuckled, it was always possible Connor had invented the thing, him or that Anderson Quinn had mentioned when he had given Ryan the detector. His thoughts turning to his own world, Ryan wondered if his Connor had or would invent something similar. He had been, after all, been building the bigger version of this device when Ryan had left.
Ryan sighed. He couldn't help wondering what the ARC team were doing in his original world. He hoped they were still alive. He smiled, he hoped the professor was still annoying Johnson in that world, the man had a talent for it.
He shook his head. That world was long gone, Ryan wasn't even sure he could even find it again. Not that he wanted to, going home would just be admitting defeat. That he had truly failed James. He had to continue.
***
Another day, another anomaly. Ryan was beginning to fear he was on a wild goose chase. What if he never found a James he could be with? Would he spend his life moving from one anomaly to another, becoming more and more disconnected from humanity? Was that what had happened to Helen? Her journal certainly became harsher in her opinions of humanity the further he had read, until her final chilling solution that humanity had to die for the world to be saved. Ryan had seen several references to '333' in her rants, he wondered if it referred to the ape-men and her corpse he had found the journal on? Maybe the professor would know? Ryan sighed, he didn't have anyone to show the journal to. He had no one. Maybe he should just find a world to live in and forget about James? But he knew he couldn't, he would continue searching forever, until he found James or he died himself.
Ryan sighed as he looked at the spinning shards and couldn't help wonder what his life would have been like without them. So many good men and women, so many innocent victims, lost to the creatures that spilled out of them, but he also would never had encountered the most snarky, sarcastic and witty man he had ever met. He would never have fallen in love with him, never kissed him, never made love. For all the pain and heartache the anomalies had brought, Ryan wouldn't have missed the posting for the world, for it also gave him James Lester. He drew a shuddering breath, it had also taken James from him. All for the greed and power and love-turned-to-hatred.
Closing his eyes for an instant and steadying his breathing, Ryan stepped through and dropped to a protective crouch on the far-side. He stared out at a ruined landscape. The buildings looked long abandoned, their windows shattered and their walls crumbling. The overgrown streets were lined with rusty cars. There was no sound except for the squeak of a wind-blown door.
Ryan sighed softly and retraced his steps. There was little point searching for James in that desolate wasteland. He doubted anyone had survived whatever had destroyed the world.
***
Ryan didn't feel much hope left as he stared at the shards that spun in front of him. How many anomalies had he walked through? How much longer could he continue searching for James? He sighed as he stepped through and into a brightly lit room. He brought his rifle up immediately at the chaos that greeted him. Future Predators clung to the walls. A pair of raptors fought over the body of a Mer. A bellowing Scutosaurus blocked a doorway, backed into it by a Smilodon. He could hear the sounds of beating fists on a door and a gasp behind him. He turned to look into the shocked eyes of Stephen Hart as the man's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, apparently at the sudden appearance of one Captain Tom Ryan into the middle of... well, it looked like a trap to Ryan's trained eye.
Well, so much for keeping a low profile but the introductions could be done later. Right now, survival was paramount. Ryan pulled Stephen into a defensible corner and passed him a fully loaded pistol for protection. If they were lucky, the creatures would be too busy fighting and eating each other to bother with them. If not, he hoped they had enough ammo to stay alive if they made every shot count.
Ryan and Stephen stayed as still and silent as they could, barely breathing as they watched the carnage in front of them. Ryan shuddered at the amount of blood spilt on the floor, reminded of the slaughter at the ARC so many months before. Soon, only the Future Predators were left and as they clicked and chittered to each other, Ryan took a deep breath and aimed his weapon at the nearest of the creatures. He had no love for them. Ryan swallowed hard, they had killed... torn apart... his lover. He hated the bloody things.
Stephen proved to be as good a shot in this world as in Ryan's own as he dropped Predator after Predator. Ryan made sure his own shots counted as much, but he feared they wouldn't have enough ammo. It was taking too many shots to stop each of the creatures.
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Date: 2012-01-23 09:52 pm (UTC)unless chapter 13 is scream, scream, munch, munch ;)no subject
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Date: 2012-01-23 10:11 pm (UTC)I'm glad Ryan isn't losing hope.
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Date: 2012-01-23 11:21 pm (UTC)Ryan couldn't give up on finding his James.
Glad you liked it and thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-01-23 10:16 pm (UTC)*waits
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Date: 2012-01-23 11:23 pm (UTC)You will need to be patient (until Wednesday).
Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-01-23 10:30 pm (UTC)Loved the moment in the future.
Such a wonderful fic, thank you!
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Date: 2012-01-23 11:25 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it and thanks again for the beta and for reading.
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Date: 2012-01-24 12:56 am (UTC)That rescue is hot in itself.
So enjoying each chapter.
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Date: 2012-01-24 06:45 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the rescue (or start of rescue anyway *g*)
Thanks, glad you liked it and thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-01-27 04:21 am (UTC)You could really feel Ryan's despair in this part, I hope he finds his James soon!
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Date: 2012-01-27 06:43 pm (UTC)I'm sure Ryan will be fine (no spoilers) and he hopes to find his James soon too.
Glad you liked it and thanks for reading.
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