Challenge 69: Comfort

[fififolle]

Title: Going Soft
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG (some language)
Challenge: 69
Characters/Pairing: Ryan, team.
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Authors Notes: Written for Primeval100 Challenge 69, Comfort. This isn't perhaps what was intended, but... *g*
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Starch.

That was what Captain Tom Ryan was used to adding to his washing.

Not bloody fabric softener.

But now he was in this odd kind of team, where getting close to someone meant a great whiff of fruits of the fucking forest, or whatever the hell they called them.

And it wasn't just Abby and Claudia that were all soft and cuddly and whiffy. Stephen must put bloody bucket loads of the stuff in his laundry, the way those cashmere sweaters felt as he grabbed him out of danger.

And as for Connor...

Someone was borrowing his flatmate's Comfort.
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Comments

[lukadreaming.livejournal.com]

Hee! Brilliant! This is so Ryan. They should all be taking a cold shower every morning and doing 200 press-ups before breakfast *bg*.

[telperion-15.livejournal.com]

*sporfles*

Hee! The civilians need to toughen up, clearly! *g*

[reggietate.livejournal.com]

Oh, LOL! several times over :-) Gorgeous. Cutter is missing from this, but that's because he always smells of whisky and old rocks :-)

[fredbassett]

Oh brilliant! I could just hear Ryan's disapproving thoughts. LOL, great stuff.

[deinonychus-1.livejournal.com]

*giggle*

Ryan has so much to put up with from that lot, doesn't he? Scientists and soldiers - like two different species really.

[bigtitch.livejournal.com]

That's brilliant. I bet he starched his undies!

[lsellersfic.livejournal.com]

Love it. Fruits of the fucking forest indeed!

[joereaves.livejournal.com]

Rofl. Fantastic.

[cordeliadelayne]

Lol! Excellent use of the prompt!