Primeval Fic: Five Sort-of Timey-Wimey Things
Title (overall): Five Sort-of Timey-Wimey Things that Never Happened that Might have been Worth the Look on Someone's Face
Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the crazy.
AN: I'm actually doing this because I wanted to ask a sort-of quickie survey question of people native to the British Isles. I'm offering up these sort-of drabbles as my payment for anyone taking the time to answer. It's a side note for a potential Connor characterisation, but how I handle it depends on the popularity of a particular Canadian band out thataways. Since I pay no attention to these things (and even less internationally), how well known (outside of the theme song for Big Bang Theory) are the Barenaked Ladies? Is there a demographic where everyone knows them and outside that no one else does, or are they something everyone's heard of? No, it's not important, but I'd hate to treat them like they're obscure when they're not, or act like everyone knows them if they don't. And not being from England, Ireland, Scotland or Wales, I cannot answer that question for myself, thus I apply to those of you from somewhere around there. For the record, the second drabble is based on nothing more than my personal desire for the joke. As is the fourth. Actually, all of them are, but . . . well. The third is perhaps a bunny, ripped off from evenstar_estel's fic, Coda.
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1) Luke, I am your father
Helen smiled at the four of them, almost beatifically, in fact. Connor was nursing a sprain in his ankle from where she'd tripped him up, while Abby was trying to help him to his feet. Cutter, as always, looked conflicted at his wife, while Stephen's face was stoney. "Why kidnap Connor, Helen?" Cutter asked.
"Years ago, I came out of an anomaly in 1983," she said, a mad little grin playing around her lips. "When I went through the first anomaly I was pregnant, Nick. I left the baby with a lovely couple up north. George and Andrea Temple, in fact."
Connor turned white, Abby's eyes were wide and shocked, while Nick and Stephen both looked a little sick. "You took away my son?" Cutter gasped.
"Oh, no," Helen's smile was amused. "Connor, Stephen is your father."
2) Some things are weirdly sui generis
Connor was making some very weird noises at his laptop. "What's wrong with you?" Jess asked. "Aren't you going to join us for Danny's welcome back party?"
"That's . . . Danny!" Connor shouted as he ran off. Jess looked at the screen. A very old photo from the 1950s was there, a picture of two men, along with a caption. Sydney Newman, creator of Doctor Who, says that his first impetus for the show came after meeting a man known to him only as Danny. "I still don't know how he vanished from that phone booth, or where the light in it came from. He just walked in, saying that it was bigger on the inside."
3) What if it happened before Claudia Brown?
When they'd first stumbled up to that strange glowing anomaly, chasing after the giant anapsid, the Temple boy had staggered, nearly passing out all of a sudden. When Nick asked if he was alright, Temple had paled, asked if he was dead, then proceeded to ask badly worded questions of the young woman, Abby Maitland, if she knew certain people. Matt Anderson, Captain Becker, Jess Parker, she'd known none of them and clearly thought him quite daft. He'd pulled together, and Stephen had been fairly impressed with his performance at finding and driving the gorgonopsid back to the anomaly.
Now that they were all back at the Home Office, Nick was not looking forward to dealing with that slimy beaurocrat, Lester. So he was a little shocked when they were greeted by the man shouting, "Temple! What infernal side effect of New Dawn is this?"
"I didn't do it!" Temple yelped. "I promise Lester, I'm never going to nearly destroy the world again!"
The hell?
4) Luke, I am your father -- Two
"You bitch!" Abby shrieked, "What did you do with our son!" Beside her, despite the headache he had from Helen's knocking him over the head a few hours before, Connor glared at her, the whole team behind them, ready to leap into action to deal with the woman.
Helen smirked. "Oh, you may not want him back now," she said, her face split in malicious glee. "You see, I left your baby boy with a delightful Scottish couple, Natalie and Jacob Cutter." As jaws dropped open across the room, she added, "Yes, Connor, my husband is your son."
5) Sometimes you have to improvise, sort of
Sarah marched over to Danny, utterly irate, and waited until he looked up. "Yes?" he asked mildly.
"When you were lost in time, you stopped off in the Middle Ages once, didn't you?" she stated more than asked.
"Yes," he replied.
The scene was starting to gather a small crowd. "You got caught and told a bunch of people you were a sorceror, when you figured out there was an anomaly in a particular castle and pretended to incant something to create the 'magic gateway'." Her voice was sarcastic as her fingers came up to mimic quotation marks in the air.
"Yes."
"Is there a reason I just spend the last quarter hour translating Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite from Mediaeval Latin?" she asked.
"I had to come up with some sort of incantation," he said, every line of his body earnestly sincere. Then he gave up and began cackling with laughter.
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Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the crazy.
AN: I'm actually doing this because I wanted to ask a sort-of quickie survey question of people native to the British Isles. I'm offering up these sort-of drabbles as my payment for anyone taking the time to answer. It's a side note for a potential Connor characterisation, but how I handle it depends on the popularity of a particular Canadian band out thataways. Since I pay no attention to these things (and even less internationally), how well known (outside of the theme song for Big Bang Theory) are the Barenaked Ladies? Is there a demographic where everyone knows them and outside that no one else does, or are they something everyone's heard of? No, it's not important, but I'd hate to treat them like they're obscure when they're not, or act like everyone knows them if they don't. And not being from England, Ireland, Scotland or Wales, I cannot answer that question for myself, thus I apply to those of you from somewhere around there. For the record, the second drabble is based on nothing more than my personal desire for the joke. As is the fourth. Actually, all of them are, but . . . well. The third is perhaps a bunny, ripped off from evenstar_estel's fic, Coda.
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1) Luke, I am your father
Helen smiled at the four of them, almost beatifically, in fact. Connor was nursing a sprain in his ankle from where she'd tripped him up, while Abby was trying to help him to his feet. Cutter, as always, looked conflicted at his wife, while Stephen's face was stoney. "Why kidnap Connor, Helen?" Cutter asked.
"Years ago, I came out of an anomaly in 1983," she said, a mad little grin playing around her lips. "When I went through the first anomaly I was pregnant, Nick. I left the baby with a lovely couple up north. George and Andrea Temple, in fact."
Connor turned white, Abby's eyes were wide and shocked, while Nick and Stephen both looked a little sick. "You took away my son?" Cutter gasped.
"Oh, no," Helen's smile was amused. "Connor, Stephen is your father."
2) Some things are weirdly sui generis
Connor was making some very weird noises at his laptop. "What's wrong with you?" Jess asked. "Aren't you going to join us for Danny's welcome back party?"
"That's . . . Danny!" Connor shouted as he ran off. Jess looked at the screen. A very old photo from the 1950s was there, a picture of two men, along with a caption. Sydney Newman, creator of Doctor Who, says that his first impetus for the show came after meeting a man known to him only as Danny. "I still don't know how he vanished from that phone booth, or where the light in it came from. He just walked in, saying that it was bigger on the inside."
3) What if it happened before Claudia Brown?
When they'd first stumbled up to that strange glowing anomaly, chasing after the giant anapsid, the Temple boy had staggered, nearly passing out all of a sudden. When Nick asked if he was alright, Temple had paled, asked if he was dead, then proceeded to ask badly worded questions of the young woman, Abby Maitland, if she knew certain people. Matt Anderson, Captain Becker, Jess Parker, she'd known none of them and clearly thought him quite daft. He'd pulled together, and Stephen had been fairly impressed with his performance at finding and driving the gorgonopsid back to the anomaly.
Now that they were all back at the Home Office, Nick was not looking forward to dealing with that slimy beaurocrat, Lester. So he was a little shocked when they were greeted by the man shouting, "Temple! What infernal side effect of New Dawn is this?"
"I didn't do it!" Temple yelped. "I promise Lester, I'm never going to nearly destroy the world again!"
The hell?
4) Luke, I am your father -- Two
"You bitch!" Abby shrieked, "What did you do with our son!" Beside her, despite the headache he had from Helen's knocking him over the head a few hours before, Connor glared at her, the whole team behind them, ready to leap into action to deal with the woman.
Helen smirked. "Oh, you may not want him back now," she said, her face split in malicious glee. "You see, I left your baby boy with a delightful Scottish couple, Natalie and Jacob Cutter." As jaws dropped open across the room, she added, "Yes, Connor, my husband is your son."
5) Sometimes you have to improvise, sort of
Sarah marched over to Danny, utterly irate, and waited until he looked up. "Yes?" he asked mildly.
"When you were lost in time, you stopped off in the Middle Ages once, didn't you?" she stated more than asked.
"Yes," he replied.
The scene was starting to gather a small crowd. "You got caught and told a bunch of people you were a sorceror, when you figured out there was an anomaly in a particular castle and pretended to incant something to create the 'magic gateway'." Her voice was sarcastic as her fingers came up to mimic quotation marks in the air.
"Yes."
"Is there a reason I just spend the last quarter hour translating Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite from Mediaeval Latin?" she asked.
"I had to come up with some sort of incantation," he said, every line of his body earnestly sincere. Then he gave up and began cackling with laughter.
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