True Colours - Primeval Drabble
Title: True Colours
Author: Clea2011
Word Count: 100
Characters: Connor, Becker
Rating: 12
Spoilers: No
Warnings: No
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures, I'm just writing for fun and non-profit.
A/N: For the
primeval100 challenge 316: Black and Blue. Follows Gold, Asylum, Angels and Demons, The Pyre, Before Dawn and Horrible Histories but all you really need to know is that poor old Connor is trapped in medieval England and not enjoying it very much. By this stage he's about to become toast. Why yes, I have been reading far too much Merlin fic recently. Does it show? *g*
True Colours
Connor wasn't crying. It was the smoke rising up, blurring his vision as the edge of the pyre was lit.
There was shouting, an explosion of gunfire, screaming, another shot and something hit the post. Suddenly his hands were free. A strong arm grabbed him and hauled him up onto a horse.
Connor blinked his streaming eyes. He was vaguely aware that they were galloping through the scattering crowd, but couldn't bear to look at those people.
He clung tightly to the reassuring black of Becker's vest, and kept his gaze on the blue, the endless blue of the sky.
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Author: Clea2011
Word Count: 100
Characters: Connor, Becker
Rating: 12
Spoilers: No
Warnings: No
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures, I'm just writing for fun and non-profit.
A/N: For the
primeval100 challenge 316: Black and Blue. Follows Gold, Asylum, Angels and Demons, The Pyre, Before Dawn and Horrible Histories but all you really need to know is that poor old Connor is trapped in medieval England and not enjoying it very much. By this stage he's about to become toast. Why yes, I have been reading far too much Merlin fic recently. Does it show? *g*
True Colours
Connor wasn't crying. It was the smoke rising up, blurring his vision as the edge of the pyre was lit.
There was shouting, an explosion of gunfire, screaming, another shot and something hit the post. Suddenly his hands were free. A strong arm grabbed him and hauled him up onto a horse.
Connor blinked his streaming eyes. He was vaguely aware that they were galloping through the scattering crowd, but couldn't bear to look at those people.
He clung tightly to the reassuring black of Becker's vest, and kept his gaze on the blue, the endless blue of the sky.
Next part here