What's In A Name? - Primeval Fanfic
Title: What's In A Name?
Author: Clea2011
Word Count: 493
Characters: Connor/Ryan
Rating: 12
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None, though it is a bit fluffy.
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures, I'm just writing for fun and non-profit.
A/N: For National Flash Fiction Day. Which apparently it is today. Who knew? This is a sequel to a little drabble called Monsters and in response to a comment there by kristen_mara and there's probably no excuse for how long it's taken me to finish it off...
What's In A Name?
When Ryan told Connor where and how he had found the pup it almost broke the young man's heart. After that there was no choice - they were keeping the little animal. Apart from anything else, Connor wouldn't let go of the pup.
They went to the RSPCA, then to the nearest branch of PetWorld. Connor had taken the pup into the shop with them, gaining a large group of new friends immediately, and even more when people heard his sad tale. Ryan trailed along behind them, filling the trolley and filtering out Connor's more ridiculous suggestions (the doggy costumes went straight back on the shelf), then paying the bill. His truck was laden down with a crate, a cosy basket, cuddly rug, puppy food, a guide to raising golden retrievers, a puppy Kong chew toy, feeding bowls, training mat and pads, puppy lead, and more toys. As long as none of his men saw quite how whipped he was, he figured it was okay.
As soon as they got home, Ryan started putting together a den out in the utility room, where the tiled floor could better cope with any accidents.
"He needs a name," Connor announced.
Ryan looked up warily. He had his suspicions that Connor had already thought of some names, and that this would just be a final signing off. Or not, because he wasn't going to be taking their pup for a run in the park and shouting any name that was going to have him looking stupid. Or geeky. Or both.
"I was thinking Spock, because..."
"Nothing Trekkie."
"Dr Spock was a child psychologist!" Connor attempted. Ryan just looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and Connor accepted defeat on that one.
"Next suggestion?"
"Okay..." Connor thought for a moment. "Han, because he was solo when you found him, and..."
"Nothing Trekkie!"
Connor looked affronted. "That's Star Wars!"
"Same thing."
"Gizmo."
"I know that's off Gremlins. We're not calling him K-9 either, so don't ask."
Connor pouted, stroking the pup gently behind the ears, which got him rewarded with another lick. "Padfoot?" Connor suggested. "Look at his cute little paws!"
"That's from something..."
"It's not!"
"I could google it..."
"Okay... um..." Connor's face creased in concentration, and Ryan decided to take control, as he knew Kirk or something like that was going to be the next suggestion.
"Why don't I think of the names, and you choose one?"
Connor looked a little put out, but agreed.
"Ripper. Bruiser. Killer."
"How can you look at that cute little face and even suggest those?"
Connor did have a point. Still, he wasn't going for anything soppy.
"Okay. Warrior? Bandit? Sabre? Spike?"
"Spike! I like that. Do you like that, Spike?" The pup licked him again. "He does. He's Spike. Fang-tastic!"
Ryan narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He knew somewhere along the line he'd been tricked, but he wasn't sure how.
Spike wagged his tiny little tail happily.
Author: Clea2011
Word Count: 493
Characters: Connor/Ryan
Rating: 12
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None, though it is a bit fluffy.
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures, I'm just writing for fun and non-profit.
A/N: For National Flash Fiction Day. Which apparently it is today. Who knew? This is a sequel to a little drabble called Monsters and in response to a comment there by kristen_mara and there's probably no excuse for how long it's taken me to finish it off...
What's In A Name?
When Ryan told Connor where and how he had found the pup it almost broke the young man's heart. After that there was no choice - they were keeping the little animal. Apart from anything else, Connor wouldn't let go of the pup.
They went to the RSPCA, then to the nearest branch of PetWorld. Connor had taken the pup into the shop with them, gaining a large group of new friends immediately, and even more when people heard his sad tale. Ryan trailed along behind them, filling the trolley and filtering out Connor's more ridiculous suggestions (the doggy costumes went straight back on the shelf), then paying the bill. His truck was laden down with a crate, a cosy basket, cuddly rug, puppy food, a guide to raising golden retrievers, a puppy Kong chew toy, feeding bowls, training mat and pads, puppy lead, and more toys. As long as none of his men saw quite how whipped he was, he figured it was okay.
As soon as they got home, Ryan started putting together a den out in the utility room, where the tiled floor could better cope with any accidents.
"He needs a name," Connor announced.
Ryan looked up warily. He had his suspicions that Connor had already thought of some names, and that this would just be a final signing off. Or not, because he wasn't going to be taking their pup for a run in the park and shouting any name that was going to have him looking stupid. Or geeky. Or both.
"I was thinking Spock, because..."
"Nothing Trekkie."
"Dr Spock was a child psychologist!" Connor attempted. Ryan just looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and Connor accepted defeat on that one.
"Next suggestion?"
"Okay..." Connor thought for a moment. "Han, because he was solo when you found him, and..."
"Nothing Trekkie!"
Connor looked affronted. "That's Star Wars!"
"Same thing."
"Gizmo."
"I know that's off Gremlins. We're not calling him K-9 either, so don't ask."
Connor pouted, stroking the pup gently behind the ears, which got him rewarded with another lick. "Padfoot?" Connor suggested. "Look at his cute little paws!"
"That's from something..."
"It's not!"
"I could google it..."
"Okay... um..." Connor's face creased in concentration, and Ryan decided to take control, as he knew Kirk or something like that was going to be the next suggestion.
"Why don't I think of the names, and you choose one?"
Connor looked a little put out, but agreed.
"Ripper. Bruiser. Killer."
"How can you look at that cute little face and even suggest those?"
Connor did have a point. Still, he wasn't going for anything soppy.
"Okay. Warrior? Bandit? Sabre? Spike?"
"Spike! I like that. Do you like that, Spike?" The pup licked him again. "He does. He's Spike. Fang-tastic!"
Ryan narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He knew somewhere along the line he'd been tricked, but he wasn't sure how.
Spike wagged his tiny little tail happily.