Late to the Party: Primeval100 Challenge

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 Having come late to the party in the Primeval fandom, this week's challenge over at primeval100 (Past Challenges) is giving me ample opportunity to catch up. I've decided to make a most might effort to write for all 110 that I have missed within the next week. We'll see how that goes. 

Here are three to start off with!

Title: Meetings
Prompt: #1: Introduction
Characters: Nick, Stephen
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None; pre-series

 

He sat quietly, nervously, as Professor Cutter scanned the papers. Try not to watch, he told himself--try not to stare. Cutter finally looked up at him, with thoughtful eyes one could drown in. 

 

"Stephen Hart...Impressive credentials."

 

Cutter's brogue was rough, but musical, and it thrilled him. Their eyes met, Cutter searching his face, and Stephen hid his giddy eagerness behind a facade of calm assurance. "I could use someone like you as an assistant." Stephen let a grin slip, his excitement showing. 

 

"Thank you, Professor!" he gushed, shaking Cutter's proffered hand. Their hands clasped for--maybe--a moment longer than necessary. 

 

"Call me Nick."

 

 

Title: Torturous
Prompt: #2: Lost
Characters: Nick, Stephen, Connor
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None

 

Nick has his head in his hands, whimpering. "I can't watch anymore!" Connor laughs, pressing pause on the remote. 

 

"Your everyday work deals with incursions  of other timelines into ours," Stephen says, perched on the loveseat, "and you can't deal with a little fictional time-travel?"

 

"Doctor Who is time-travel, Stephen. This is illogical, mind-warping torture. I think my migraines may have migraines." 

 

"Well, it was my turn to pick, and I picked Lost," Connor tells him indignantly, pressing "Play".

 

The anomaly alarm suddenly blares throughout the ARC. Amid the others' complaints, Cutter privately thinks its the best sound he's ever heard.

 

Title: Never Surrender
Prompt: #3: Determination
Characters: Ryan, ?
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None

 

Ryan growls--low, and threatening, and perfected by years of training SF recruits. His opponent stands across from him, fingers flexing, arms tense.

 

The ball drops; rods spin. Hands grab for the grips, and wrists flick madly. The sounds of plastic clacking against wood echo through the common area, as do Ryan's curses of frustration. He yells at his team; his opponent laughs. 

 

It ends--all too quickly--and the final ball drops into the goal chute.

 

"Five-nil," Abby taunts, meeting his gaze across the foosball table. "Care to try again?"

 

Ryan just growls again and grips the rods tightly. Sooner or later, he'll win. 

 

 

Comments

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But torturing people with Lost is just such fun...*veg*

I'm betting Connor just wants to get Nick back for something or other in the past XD