Black and Blue, Too
Title: Black and Blue, Too
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, Horrible Histories and True Colours but all you really need to know is that poor old Connor is trapped in medieval England and not enjoying it very much. Becker has just rescued him. Sorry to post two parts in one week, but it's pretty much done now apart from maybe one more drabble and a Becker/Connor ficlet that apparently is necessary... This is stealingpennies fault...
Black and Blue, Too
Horse-riding wasn't the gentlest way to travel. Connor was clinging on grimly, but as they raced for the anomaly Becker heard a gasp of pain.
Reluctantly he slowed down.
"We need to get to the anomaly," Connor protested.
"Just how badly are you hurt?"
"I'm fine."
Becker lifted the ragged shirt Connor wore, and heard one of his men swear at the damage that revealed. There was certain to be worse that they couldn't see. Riding would be agony.
"I can ride," Connor insisted. "Please... get us home."
Grimly, trying to ignore the little whimpers Connor let escape, Becker obeyed.
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, Horrible Histories and True Colours but all you really need to know is that poor old Connor is trapped in medieval England and not enjoying it very much. Becker has just rescued him. Sorry to post two parts in one week, but it's pretty much done now apart from maybe one more drabble and a Becker/Connor ficlet that apparently is necessary... This is stealingpennies fault...
Black and Blue, Too
Horse-riding wasn't the gentlest way to travel. Connor was clinging on grimly, but as they raced for the anomaly Becker heard a gasp of pain.
Reluctantly he slowed down.
"We need to get to the anomaly," Connor protested.
"Just how badly are you hurt?"
"I'm fine."
Becker lifted the ragged shirt Connor wore, and heard one of his men swear at the damage that revealed. There was certain to be worse that they couldn't see. Riding would be agony.
"I can ride," Connor insisted. "Please... get us home."
Grimly, trying to ignore the little whimpers Connor let escape, Becker obeyed.