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munchkinAuthor: munchkinofdoom
Title: Surprise
Characters: Lester (Lester/Ryan established)
Rating: Slash, PG
Word Count: 600
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for 2x06.
Warnings: Nope!
Summary: The ARC, late at night, was a scary place
Disclaimer: Primeval and its characters are the property of Impossible Pictures. No money is being made from this fanfic.
Author's Note: Birthday fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slashybits, who asked for Lester/Any male, and surprise.
Thank you tolukadreaming for the beta.
The ARC was, to all intents and purposes, empty. Lorraine had gone home hours ago, wishing her employer, Sir James Lester, one last happy birthday as she hurried off.
Enough was enough, Lester decided, checking his watch. Nine-fifteen pm, long past time for all good little Lesters – and Sir James was quite certain that he far exceeded good in anything he turned his hand to – to be tucked up in bed with the Special Forces boy toy of his choice. And Lester's choice was Captain Tom Ryan. Preferably naked. No, definitely naked, laid out on impeccably starched sheets, awaiting his debauching. After all, it was Lester's birthday.
His mouth bending to allow a small, private smile at that erotic image, Lester tidied his desk, as per usual, then pushed back from his immaculate desk, and made to stand – only to be brought to a sudden halt by something. He wasn't sure what, but he wasn't alone. If that damnable episode with Leek's predator had taught him anything, it was to trust his instincts. And his instincts screamed danger.
Quietly opening a desk drawer, Lester slid out the Glock hidden inside. Ryan had drummed the due care and usage of a weapon into him after the Leek incident, citing the need to avoid any further damage to the ARC's paintwork.
Holding the now familiar, somehow comforting, weight of the pistol in his hand, Lester moved silently out of his office and along the dimly-lit second floor corridor, his radar pulling him in the direction of the showers and rec rooms situated along there.
He stopped, his heart pounding loudly in his ears, as he heard a sharp, quickly aborted scrape, like someone had knocked furniture in an unfamiliar room. Breathing quietly but regularly in an effort to calm himself, Lester began, silently, to curse himself for his idiocy.
So he had a gun in his hand, with a total of 17 rounds, and just enough training to know that he was a rank amateur with weapons. And here he was, late at night, alone, stalking what was quite possibly multiple interlopers.
If he'd had an ounce of sense, he'd have picked up the phone and demanded rescue the moment he had thought there was something wrong. That was, after all, why he employed Special Forces in the first place.
Finally, having convinced himself that he wasn't, by any stretch of the imagination, James Bond, Lester turned back toward his office and the prospect of help, when he was brought short again by a much louder scrape, followed by muffled swearing.
Damn it, Lester thought. If these were burglars or spies, they were piss poor examples of their trade.
Girding his loins with the thought of his quarry probably being more frightened of him than he was of them, Lester decided to finish this now. Striding confidently – but silently – along the last few feet of the corridor, he threw open the door to the rec room, slid inside and kept low in order to present as small a target as possible.
Someone squeaked, another gasped, and everyone – including Lester – froze.
Ryan looked over his shoulder, from where he was hanging a gaudy Happy Birthday banner, blinked a moment, then walked through the crowd of ARC staff, past a wide-mouthed Abby, Connor – who looked like a deer caught in headlights – and over to his stunned lover.
Carefully taking the Glock from Lester's motionless hands, Ryan leaned in and gently placed a fleeting kiss on his lover's open lips. Pushing Lester's mouth closed with one finger under his jaw, Ryan sighed and spoke the immortal word, "Surprise?"
Title: Surprise
Characters: Lester (Lester/Ryan established)
Rating: Slash, PG
Word Count: 600
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for 2x06.
Warnings: Nope!
Summary: The ARC, late at night, was a scary place
Disclaimer: Primeval and its characters are the property of Impossible Pictures. No money is being made from this fanfic.
Author's Note: Birthday fic for
slashybits, who asked for Lester/Any male, and surprise.Thank you to
lukadreaming for the beta.The ARC was, to all intents and purposes, empty. Lorraine had gone home hours ago, wishing her employer, Sir James Lester, one last happy birthday as she hurried off.
Enough was enough, Lester decided, checking his watch. Nine-fifteen pm, long past time for all good little Lesters – and Sir James was quite certain that he far exceeded good in anything he turned his hand to – to be tucked up in bed with the Special Forces boy toy of his choice. And Lester's choice was Captain Tom Ryan. Preferably naked. No, definitely naked, laid out on impeccably starched sheets, awaiting his debauching. After all, it was Lester's birthday.
His mouth bending to allow a small, private smile at that erotic image, Lester tidied his desk, as per usual, then pushed back from his immaculate desk, and made to stand – only to be brought to a sudden halt by something. He wasn't sure what, but he wasn't alone. If that damnable episode with Leek's predator had taught him anything, it was to trust his instincts. And his instincts screamed danger.
Quietly opening a desk drawer, Lester slid out the Glock hidden inside. Ryan had drummed the due care and usage of a weapon into him after the Leek incident, citing the need to avoid any further damage to the ARC's paintwork.
Holding the now familiar, somehow comforting, weight of the pistol in his hand, Lester moved silently out of his office and along the dimly-lit second floor corridor, his radar pulling him in the direction of the showers and rec rooms situated along there.
He stopped, his heart pounding loudly in his ears, as he heard a sharp, quickly aborted scrape, like someone had knocked furniture in an unfamiliar room. Breathing quietly but regularly in an effort to calm himself, Lester began, silently, to curse himself for his idiocy.
So he had a gun in his hand, with a total of 17 rounds, and just enough training to know that he was a rank amateur with weapons. And here he was, late at night, alone, stalking what was quite possibly multiple interlopers.
If he'd had an ounce of sense, he'd have picked up the phone and demanded rescue the moment he had thought there was something wrong. That was, after all, why he employed Special Forces in the first place.
Finally, having convinced himself that he wasn't, by any stretch of the imagination, James Bond, Lester turned back toward his office and the prospect of help, when he was brought short again by a much louder scrape, followed by muffled swearing.
Damn it, Lester thought. If these were burglars or spies, they were piss poor examples of their trade.
Girding his loins with the thought of his quarry probably being more frightened of him than he was of them, Lester decided to finish this now. Striding confidently – but silently – along the last few feet of the corridor, he threw open the door to the rec room, slid inside and kept low in order to present as small a target as possible.
Someone squeaked, another gasped, and everyone – including Lester – froze.
Ryan looked over his shoulder, from where he was hanging a gaudy Happy Birthday banner, blinked a moment, then walked through the crowd of ARC staff, past a wide-mouthed Abby, Connor – who looked like a deer caught in headlights – and over to his stunned lover.
Carefully taking the Glock from Lester's motionless hands, Ryan leaned in and gently placed a fleeting kiss on his lover's open lips. Pushing Lester's mouth closed with one finger under his jaw, Ryan sighed and spoke the immortal word, "Surprise?"
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Date: 2009-12-12 02:26 pm (UTC)Oh that's priceless! Though you'd think they'd know better than to try and surprise someone in their line of work!
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Date: 2009-12-12 02:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-12 02:43 pm (UTC)But if I were Lester I would prefer the naked Ryan. Oh yes!
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Date: 2009-12-12 02:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-12-12 04:43 pm (UTC)And I'm now disappearing into the Channel Tunnel!!! Byeeeeeeeeee!!
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Date: 2009-12-13 04:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-13 09:05 am (UTC)We've arrived safely!
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Date: 2009-12-12 05:15 pm (UTC)and I adore the idea he's got a Glock in his desk.
We need the fic where Ryan teaches him.Surprise party, LOL!! Loved it :D And so cute!!! Rrrr.
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Date: 2009-12-13 04:29 am (UTC)We need the fic where Ryan teaches him.Actually, that scene is supposed to be in a monster fic I have yet to write. The one that will be the major season 1, 2 and 3 fix-it. *headdesk*
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Date: 2009-12-13 04:48 pm (UTC)*waves pompoms cheekily*
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Date: 2009-12-14 03:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-18 08:26 am (UTC)Meanwhile, the rest of us dance gleefully in anticipation *veg*
If I could just put in a vote for the aftermath of raped-by-the-beast!Ryah, thanks.I keep thinking I should steal back that bunny about Ryan-appears-on-his-own-doorstep-with-amnesia... LOL!! But my own list is long enough already!!
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Date: 2009-12-18 08:32 am (UTC)I keep thinking I should steal back that bunny about Ryan-appears-on-his-own-doorstep-with-amnesia... LOL!! But my own list is long enough already!!
*giggles* Go ahead! There's no reason why we can't both play with it. I suspect we'd end up doing entirely different things with it, as that scene is part of my second Big Bang idea and is very science-fictiony. *g*
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Date: 2009-12-12 08:31 pm (UTC)No-one takes Lester by surprise, after all those years in the ruthless Civil Service *g*
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Date: 2009-12-13 04:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-13 11:33 am (UTC)No one had the thought a surprise party might not be a good idea? LOL! Love Action!Lester
He also has great taste I mean who wouldn't want Ryan, naked in their bed ready to be debaunched. Lovely visual that *eg*
Brilliant! Thank you *hugs*
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Date: 2009-12-14 03:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-14 12:21 am (UTC)*later* Did no one possibly think how Lester would react if he heard them - after being stalked by Dave - they are lucky he didn't leap in firing *g*
I'm sure Ryan will make up for almost giving Lester a heart attack.
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