Primeval fic: It's the Angle of Approach
Title: It's the Angle of Approach
Author: SCWLC
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, I own the photo, because I took that.
Summary: If you look at it like this, it looks like a sheep. Look at it like that, you'll get a grim. Or maybe something else.
AN: The picture in question is in my icon over there. I call it the Accidentally Obscene Cupcake. I found it one Christmas on sale. Took me a good two minutes to figure out what it was, which isn't what I thought when I first saw it.
Edit: I have put the pictures in to illustrate the fic. Hope you all enjoy!
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Connor brought the cupcakes in to work that day, happily setting his chocolate frosted and decorated little miniature cakes down, put up a sign indicating they were for general consumption in the break room and walked away.
An hour later, Stephen and Ryan meandered past his desk, both of them smirking. "Love the cupcakes, Temple," Ryan said. He was suppressing snickers at something Stephen had just said, so Connor shrugged, thanked him, and went on with what he was doing.
"Nice cupcakes, Connor," said Kieran the IT guy as he walked by. He seemed to be admiring Connor's artistic rendering on one of the cupcakes. He'd done a few different things. Santa Claus and the like. Just seasonal winter stuff. The hearty snigger that escaped the computer tech made Connor frown in confusion. Well, maybe he wasn't the best artist. Still, they were just cupcakes. Didn't everyone like chocolate frosting and cake?
Abby came by his desk next, her face a study of disapproval. "Connor, next time you're bringing in something like that, I want you to warn me so that I can tell people I had nothing to do with it."
"To do with what?" Connor asked her. "My cupcakes? Well, obviously you didn't. You wouldn't have yelled at me last night about leaving a mess in the kitchen if you'd been involved."
She glared. "Just . . . if anyone asks, I had nothing to do with it."
"Fine, I'll take full credit for them," he said. This was very odd. Who wouldn't want the credit for bringing chocolatey cupcakes in?
Lester was next. "Temple, this is an office, not some university student organisation. The next time you feel the urge to bring something like that in, don't."
"You mean the cupcakes?" Connor asked by way of clarification. How was this different than someone bringing in pastries? Still, Lester seemed to hold him to a weird sort of other standard than other people, mostly because he clearly thought Connor was stupid. So, he just said, "Alright, I won't."
Claudia just looked deeply disapproving at him as she passed by.
It was Cutter that finally made Connor give in and head to the break room to see what was going on. "That's a lot more ballsy than I'd have expected from you, Temple," Cutter said, saluting him with a cupcake and a grin.
When he got there, he found a small crowd gathered around the table. There were his little iced Christmas trees, Santas, stockings and a few other things. Stephen was there with the SFs, the lot of them pointing and sort of manfully giggling. "Okay, really," Connor said, exasperated now. "What am I missing? I get that I'm not such a great artist in icing, but they're just cupcakes."
"You mean it's not deliberate?" Stephen asked, pointing at one in particular.
Connor looked at it. "What's not deliberate?" he asked. They looked fine to him. They were sideways, but what did that have to do with anything? He reached over, deliberately turning them the right way.
This prompted Stephen to stagger into Ryan, laughing his arse off. Unfortunately, Ryan was laughing just as hard and the pair fell over. This got the attention of everyone else, who came over and started a domino effect of laughter.
"I think that's upside-down," Cutter said from behind him, clearly struggling with laughter.
Lester had arrived on the scene, clearly called by the sound of mirth, intent on its dispersion. He looked at the cupcakes, then at Connor, and made a disgusted sound.
"What?" Connor asked, utterly bewildered now.
It was Claudia who seemed to see that he had no idea what everyone thought was funny. "Connor," she said, coming up next to him, "Look very carefully at the cupcake and stop thinking whatever Christmas-related things you're thinking." She turned it ninety degrees. Connor stared. Then he flushed.
Marie the lab tech came up behind him, grinning, and said, "You know, my sister's having her bachelorette party soon and she's been trying to find penis-shaped everythings. If she pays you the cost of materials, would you do her the favour?"
Connor's lips pressed together and he righted the cupcakes, then said defiantly to Lester and the room of hysterically laughing loonies, "It's a pipe!"
Then he stomped off, muttering about gutters and filthy minds.
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Author: SCWLC
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, I own the photo, because I took that.
Summary: If you look at it like this, it looks like a sheep. Look at it like that, you'll get a grim. Or maybe something else.
AN: The picture in question is in my icon over there. I call it the Accidentally Obscene Cupcake. I found it one Christmas on sale. Took me a good two minutes to figure out what it was, which isn't what I thought when I first saw it.
Edit: I have put the pictures in to illustrate the fic. Hope you all enjoy!
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Connor brought the cupcakes in to work that day, happily setting his chocolate frosted and decorated little miniature cakes down, put up a sign indicating they were for general consumption in the break room and walked away.
An hour later, Stephen and Ryan meandered past his desk, both of them smirking. "Love the cupcakes, Temple," Ryan said. He was suppressing snickers at something Stephen had just said, so Connor shrugged, thanked him, and went on with what he was doing.
"Nice cupcakes, Connor," said Kieran the IT guy as he walked by. He seemed to be admiring Connor's artistic rendering on one of the cupcakes. He'd done a few different things. Santa Claus and the like. Just seasonal winter stuff. The hearty snigger that escaped the computer tech made Connor frown in confusion. Well, maybe he wasn't the best artist. Still, they were just cupcakes. Didn't everyone like chocolate frosting and cake?
Abby came by his desk next, her face a study of disapproval. "Connor, next time you're bringing in something like that, I want you to warn me so that I can tell people I had nothing to do with it."
"To do with what?" Connor asked her. "My cupcakes? Well, obviously you didn't. You wouldn't have yelled at me last night about leaving a mess in the kitchen if you'd been involved."
She glared. "Just . . . if anyone asks, I had nothing to do with it."
"Fine, I'll take full credit for them," he said. This was very odd. Who wouldn't want the credit for bringing chocolatey cupcakes in?
Lester was next. "Temple, this is an office, not some university student organisation. The next time you feel the urge to bring something like that in, don't."
"You mean the cupcakes?" Connor asked by way of clarification. How was this different than someone bringing in pastries? Still, Lester seemed to hold him to a weird sort of other standard than other people, mostly because he clearly thought Connor was stupid. So, he just said, "Alright, I won't."
Claudia just looked deeply disapproving at him as she passed by.
It was Cutter that finally made Connor give in and head to the break room to see what was going on. "That's a lot more ballsy than I'd have expected from you, Temple," Cutter said, saluting him with a cupcake and a grin.
When he got there, he found a small crowd gathered around the table. There were his little iced Christmas trees, Santas, stockings and a few other things. Stephen was there with the SFs, the lot of them pointing and sort of manfully giggling. "Okay, really," Connor said, exasperated now. "What am I missing? I get that I'm not such a great artist in icing, but they're just cupcakes."
"You mean it's not deliberate?" Stephen asked, pointing at one in particular.
Connor looked at it. "What's not deliberate?" he asked. They looked fine to him. They were sideways, but what did that have to do with anything? He reached over, deliberately turning them the right way.
This prompted Stephen to stagger into Ryan, laughing his arse off. Unfortunately, Ryan was laughing just as hard and the pair fell over. This got the attention of everyone else, who came over and started a domino effect of laughter.
"I think that's upside-down," Cutter said from behind him, clearly struggling with laughter.
Lester had arrived on the scene, clearly called by the sound of mirth, intent on its dispersion. He looked at the cupcakes, then at Connor, and made a disgusted sound.
"What?" Connor asked, utterly bewildered now.
It was Claudia who seemed to see that he had no idea what everyone thought was funny. "Connor," she said, coming up next to him, "Look very carefully at the cupcake and stop thinking whatever Christmas-related things you're thinking." She turned it ninety degrees. Connor stared. Then he flushed.
Marie the lab tech came up behind him, grinning, and said, "You know, my sister's having her bachelorette party soon and she's been trying to find penis-shaped everythings. If she pays you the cost of materials, would you do her the favour?"
Connor's lips pressed together and he righted the cupcakes, then said defiantly to Lester and the room of hysterically laughing loonies, "It's a pipe!"
Then he stomped off, muttering about gutters and filthy minds.
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