Fic: Grass hopper guts and zombie hugs (Primeval, Gen, PG)
Title: Grass hopper guts and zombie hugs
Author: starrylizard
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker/Jess, Matt
Info: 300 words, gen, PG
Summary: "Nooooo you don’t. You wouldn’t dare."
Notes: Written for this prompt request by seren_ccd over just_kiss_her. Just getting around to posting it elsewhere. First Primeval fic and no beta, so feel free to point out any mistakes and I'll fix it. Other comments also very welcome. :)
Matt shuffled into the locker room, frowning as he shucked his now slimy jacket to the floor with an unappealing squelch. It was just another one of those missions where there was no saving his kit. He may as well burn his clothes as wash them - no way he’d get all the giant grasshopper guts out his clothing.
An ear-shattering screech pulled him from thoughts on his favourite (now green) shirt and, for a moment, had him reaching for his weapon. That is until he recognised the distinctive clatter of high-heeled shoes. The sound was shortly followed by the shoes’ owner as Jess came screeching down the corridor that ran past the locker rooms.
“Nooooo you don’t. You wouldn’t dare.”
“Don’t you want a hug, Jess?” Becker’s voice filtered down from the direction Jess had just come from. It was only now that Jess had stopped in the doorway, chest heaving for breath, that Matt noticed the stripe of green slime running along her cheek.
“Stay back, Becker. I’m warning you.” Jess’ smile was radiant as she laughed, pulling off her shoes to hold them up like weapons.
Becker moved into view now, lumbering along like a zombie, hands out-stretched as he grinned mischievously. “Come back Jess. I only want a hug.”
He lumbered forward again, making “grrrr” noises as he advanced. Green slime was squelching from his entire outfit and leaving a trail along the floor where he’d been.
“Eeeeee!” Jess let out another high-pitched squeal of disgust and took off, Becker continuing to lumber after her until they were both out of Matt’s view once more.
Matt rolled his eyes and shook his head, but this time, when he continued to strip off his goopy, green-covered clothes, it was with a wide grin on his face.
Author: starrylizard
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker/Jess, Matt
Info: 300 words, gen, PG
Summary: "Nooooo you don’t. You wouldn’t dare."
Notes: Written for this prompt request by seren_ccd over just_kiss_her. Just getting around to posting it elsewhere. First Primeval fic and no beta, so feel free to point out any mistakes and I'll fix it. Other comments also very welcome. :)
Matt shuffled into the locker room, frowning as he shucked his now slimy jacket to the floor with an unappealing squelch. It was just another one of those missions where there was no saving his kit. He may as well burn his clothes as wash them - no way he’d get all the giant grasshopper guts out his clothing.
An ear-shattering screech pulled him from thoughts on his favourite (now green) shirt and, for a moment, had him reaching for his weapon. That is until he recognised the distinctive clatter of high-heeled shoes. The sound was shortly followed by the shoes’ owner as Jess came screeching down the corridor that ran past the locker rooms.
“Nooooo you don’t. You wouldn’t dare.”
“Don’t you want a hug, Jess?” Becker’s voice filtered down from the direction Jess had just come from. It was only now that Jess had stopped in the doorway, chest heaving for breath, that Matt noticed the stripe of green slime running along her cheek.
“Stay back, Becker. I’m warning you.” Jess’ smile was radiant as she laughed, pulling off her shoes to hold them up like weapons.
Becker moved into view now, lumbering along like a zombie, hands out-stretched as he grinned mischievously. “Come back Jess. I only want a hug.”
He lumbered forward again, making “grrrr” noises as he advanced. Green slime was squelching from his entire outfit and leaving a trail along the floor where he’d been.
“Eeeeee!” Jess let out another high-pitched squeal of disgust and took off, Becker continuing to lumber after her until they were both out of Matt’s view once more.
Matt rolled his eyes and shook his head, but this time, when he continued to strip off his goopy, green-covered clothes, it was with a wide grin on his face.