Primeval Fanfic: Lies Travel Far
Title: Lies Travel Far
Author: TalliW
Pairings: James Lester, Andrew Lester
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Written for the Mid-May 2009 Challenge - Lie To Me at the ARC
AN: Just a funny look at the challenge prompt.
Herewith I affirm that I disagree with Lester's view about lying and that I don't think all politicans and civil servants are lying on regular basis. They just do it occasionally.:)
In case my maths teacher comes across this fic by chance I really had a dog with an unhealthy appetite for my homework as a child. *coughs and checks nose* ;)
And my apologies to Nigel and Disney. Your films are great.:)
Sir James sat in his office and stared at the blinking cursor on the screen of his personal computer and thought about his family.
Today his son Andrew had told him about the mysterious lady who had switched on the fire alarm in the school whilst little Andrew had futilely tried to stop the lady from carrying out that stupid act.
The mean teacher who had wanted to blame Andrew for the false alarm had later praised him in front of the whole class for his courage and presented him with a lolly in reward.
James Lester had been so proud of his eldest child. It showed his way of bringing children up was right.
His children didn't have to be afraid of getting sick after watching a stupid Disney film unlike himself in his childhood.
How often had he checked in the past if his nose was growing any longer after he'd told his mum, straightfaced, that David Jenkins had got his shiner and the split lip purely accidentally because he had run into James' outstretched fist..., twice.
His mum had only eyed him suspiciously and then patched up his bruised hand and handed him a piece of chocolate.
The important lesson little James had learnt that day had affected his whole life. Lying was easy, spared you trouble and got you treats when you were skillful. You only had to watch out for your nose.
Two days later, his distress about the non-existent rottweiler which had eaten his homework had been so convincing the teacher had given him a sweet to comfort him.
That was the start of a very successful career which had brought him to a high position in the Home Office.
When his first child was born, James Lester had instantly banned Pinocchio from the house, despite the protests of his wife and mother-in-law.
His son wouldn't have to go through that worry about his nose. He should be able to develop his talents freely from the start.
After all the ability to lie was a desirable skill for working in higher ranks of the government.
With Andrew's natural talent and a father who was a master of that art, the little boy would surely become Prime Minister one day.
Pleased with his work, James Lester finished the report about the tragic occurrence at the latest Anomaly which had led to the death of a crazy dinosaur wannabe-expert and some reporters and pushed the print-button.
Of course that disaster had been entirely the fault of Christine Johnson and her interference. Normally his team of scientists and soldiers were sensible, competent people who didn't endanger themselves or onlookers.
It was nice that Christine had shown up before he'd ran short of explanations. After all he couldn't blame Helen Cutter every time.
Even a Prime Minister needed some variety in tall tales now and then.
With a flourish, Sir James scribbled his signature on the report and put it in the out-tray, already pondering what he give his wife for an excuse to avoid her annoying aunt Ethel's birthday party on Saturday...
Author: TalliW
Pairings: James Lester, Andrew Lester
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Written for the Mid-May 2009 Challenge - Lie To Me at the ARC
AN: Just a funny look at the challenge prompt.
Herewith I affirm that I disagree with Lester's view about lying and that I don't think all politicans and civil servants are lying on regular basis. They just do it occasionally.:)
In case my maths teacher comes across this fic by chance I really had a dog with an unhealthy appetite for my homework as a child. *coughs and checks nose* ;)
And my apologies to Nigel and Disney. Your films are great.:)
Sir James sat in his office and stared at the blinking cursor on the screen of his personal computer and thought about his family.
Today his son Andrew had told him about the mysterious lady who had switched on the fire alarm in the school whilst little Andrew had futilely tried to stop the lady from carrying out that stupid act.
The mean teacher who had wanted to blame Andrew for the false alarm had later praised him in front of the whole class for his courage and presented him with a lolly in reward.
James Lester had been so proud of his eldest child. It showed his way of bringing children up was right.
His children didn't have to be afraid of getting sick after watching a stupid Disney film unlike himself in his childhood.
How often had he checked in the past if his nose was growing any longer after he'd told his mum, straightfaced, that David Jenkins had got his shiner and the split lip purely accidentally because he had run into James' outstretched fist..., twice.
His mum had only eyed him suspiciously and then patched up his bruised hand and handed him a piece of chocolate.
The important lesson little James had learnt that day had affected his whole life. Lying was easy, spared you trouble and got you treats when you were skillful. You only had to watch out for your nose.
Two days later, his distress about the non-existent rottweiler which had eaten his homework had been so convincing the teacher had given him a sweet to comfort him.
That was the start of a very successful career which had brought him to a high position in the Home Office.
When his first child was born, James Lester had instantly banned Pinocchio from the house, despite the protests of his wife and mother-in-law.
His son wouldn't have to go through that worry about his nose. He should be able to develop his talents freely from the start.
After all the ability to lie was a desirable skill for working in higher ranks of the government.
With Andrew's natural talent and a father who was a master of that art, the little boy would surely become Prime Minister one day.
Pleased with his work, James Lester finished the report about the tragic occurrence at the latest Anomaly which had led to the death of a crazy dinosaur wannabe-expert and some reporters and pushed the print-button.
Of course that disaster had been entirely the fault of Christine Johnson and her interference. Normally his team of scientists and soldiers were sensible, competent people who didn't endanger themselves or onlookers.
It was nice that Christine had shown up before he'd ran short of explanations. After all he couldn't blame Helen Cutter every time.
Even a Prime Minister needed some variety in tall tales now and then.
With a flourish, Sir James scribbled his signature on the report and put it in the out-tray, already pondering what he give his wife for an excuse to avoid her annoying aunt Ethel's birthday party on Saturday...