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Title: Anchor
Word Count: (100)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Lester
Challenge: 96, Tea
Spoilers: 2.06
A/N: Trust me not to think of something cheerful...
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to ITV, not me.

 

 

It was scalding hot; it burnt his lips and tongue. It was too strong, and there was too much sugar in it, and the polystyrene cup was not substantial enough to keep it from being too hot in his hands. The teabag had been stewed- he could tell- and it was probably Lipton’s or something, not proper tea. He didn’t like tea anyway, never drank it- he always preferred coffee.

 

But it was real and familiar: it belonged to a world where crazed attack bats were the stuff of science fiction and nothing more.

 

So Lester drank down every drop.