Not A Fairy Tale 11/16
Title: Not A Fairy Tale 11
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Cutter!clone
Rating: T
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.
Over the course of the next few days it almost became routine to take the clone to the ARC whilst Lester had his medical examinations and then drive him over to the hospital in the afternoon.
When the Anomaly alarm went off, Danny automatically informed Nick, who had made himself useful in the bio-science lab where he tended to the variety of prehistoric plants Abby had growing there.
Together they climbed into the Hilux and drove to the place were the Anomaly had opened, only to get stopped by a police officer 400 metres before their destination.
Danny demanded access and waved his security pass, but the over-zealous young officer wanted to see the pass of everyone in the car and furrowed his brow at the clone who had no security pass. Fortunately an older police officer, someone Danny had known from his former department, came to aid.
Two minutes later, they were on their way again, glad to have learnt that the accident the police were attending didn't seem to be related to the Anomaly. Just a drunk who had crashed into a tree.
The Anomaly was exactly above a freshly made flower bed in a park and was just in the progress of closing again when they arrived.
The flowers were unharmed, so they could be relatively sure no terrestrial animal had walked in, but they still observed the surroundings and the sky for a while, just in case a flying creature had found its way
through the Anomaly but then Danny finally gave the order to return to the ARC.
"We really should get you a security pass to avoid trouble when you're out with us. It's always useful to wave it around. Just bring any identification with you tomorrow so they can copy your datas."
"I haven't such identifications," Nick replied quietly.
Danny looked quizzically at the clone. "But you told me Lester had tried to integrate you into society. Why hasn't he got you some identification yet?"
"He did. But I destroyed the diplomatic passport he had made for me after I found it in his desk," Nick declared, pleased with himself.
"Why the hell did you do that? Do you know what privileges you would get with such a special passport?" Danny shook his head in exasperation.
"It was in another name with just my picture." The clone looked defiantly at Danny. "And he only got it so he could get rid of me when the time comes. But I'll not leave him. Ever! So I don't need a passport or other papers."
Danny rubbed his forehead, irritated. As much as he had started to like the clone, he was a wee bit irrational at times. Usually he seemed so well educated until something came up that he hadn't the slightest clue about.
"You need some sort of identification or you will encounter problems in the long run. And a completely different name is probably the best or do you really want to go by the name of Cutter?"
"I'm used to that name by now. At the start James often called me Cutter."
"But it makes it more difficult for people who knew Cutter to differentiate between you. I'd got the impression you don't like to be seen as just a copy of him."
"James has told me a man defines himself not just by a name. I can only change people's mind with my behaviour. What name I wear isn't important. It worked with James, after all. He doesn't see me as a Cutter replica. He and Professor Cutter didn't get along very well but he does with me."
Danny snorted. "Oh yeah, I've seen how attached to each other you are. I'll have nightmares of walking in on you and my boss for the rest of my life."
Nick took a sip on the cup of coffee Abby had made and looked innocently at Danny. "Why are people always so shy about sexuality? I just gave him a quick blowjob, nothing to get worked up about. James is just so inhibited. For instance when I proposed using my fist in the way I had seen on that website, he didn't want to try that out. I'm sure he would have enjoyed it."
Danny started to cough. "That is definitely too much information now. I so don't need that image."
The clone just took another sip of his coffee as if he had just talked about the weather. Danny was baffled once again about Nick's lack of modesty and hurried to change the direction of the conversation.
"I never met Cutter but I've heard some stories about him. His confrontations with Lester are still legendary with the staff. You know sometimes there is only a small line between love and hate."
"Just like between pleasure and pain?"
Danny regarded the clone oddly and nodded. "I'm not sure I would have got along with Cutter, either. We would probably have butted heads within an hour. When I think about it, me and you did exactly that. And you've attacked me, twice in a day."
The clone just shrugged. "You were unreasonable and mean."
"Ah yeah, and you were the epitome of serenity and reason..."
"I was worried about James. I had the right to be upset."
Danny burst out laughing.
"Why did I never use that excuse when I lost my temper," he chuckled before he slapped Nick on the shoulder. "Come on, Nick Cutter. We have to make you an official British subject and get you some identification. It's a pity they've shredded Cutter's papers already. It could have spared us the trouble of starting from scratch."
Lester was very subdued when Nick arrived in the hospital.
The clone's question, "What did the doctor say?" was met with a stony face.
After a short "Thank you!" for the bag with clothes, sleeping wear and hygiene products Nick had brought over, James Lester stared into the air again.
Nick sat down beside him and waited patiently. After a while Lester finally started talking.
"He said I was lucky that I was in hospital as my brain started swelling and was starved of oxygen. Major damage was prevented and the prognosis for a speedy recovery is very good. I just need some more rest."
Nick eyed Lester who didn't seem as happy about this good news as he should have been. He clutched Lester's right hand and squeezed reassuringly, guessing there was bad news coming as well.
Lester exhaled shakily before he carried on.
"But something must have gone wrong. I lost consciousness at the scene of the accident due a contusion. When the doctors treated me they were expecting me to regain consciousness within 30 minutes. Instead I fell into a comatose state for three days. Since I've been awake I've already noticed that I have some difficulties in using my left arm properly. The examination showed clearly that my motor skills have been affected. Physiotherapy will help me to regain some of my physical ability. But the doctor says I'll probably never regain full control of my left hand."
"I see."
The clone's calm reaction fueled Lester's rage which he'd tried to get under control since the doctor had told him the results of the exam. "Are you too stupid to understand? I will be a cripple for the rest of my life," he hissed.
"We'll manage that together. And when you need help I'll be here."
"Get out. Get out of my life! I don't want your pity."
Now the clone got angry as well. "You damned idiot. Stop it! I will not go anywhere. I never had any intention of leaving. And I certainly will not go because you can't hold a bowl properly anymore."
"Nick, you don't understand the consequences..."
"Oh yes, I do. But what do you expect me to say? That I'm sorry? That I wish it had been me getting hurt instead or Abby? I repeat, we'll get through this together. It could have been worse, James. You do most things with your right hand anyway."
"I will need help with simple things like tying my shoelaces," Lester said, distraught.
Nick put his arms around James and buried his face into his neck. "I know," he whispered against Lester's racing pulse and tightened the embrace.
"... or tying my tie."
"I can do that for you."
"I always could take care of myself. I don't want to live like this, depending on outside help."
"You will pull through, James. Your team needs you. As do I. And you will not require outside help. You have me."
Nick disengaged himself from Lester and started to strip.
"Turn over on your side," he commanded before he slipped naked into the bed.
"What are you doing?" Lester gasped out as his hospital gown was lifted and he felt spit-wet fingers grope their way between his cleft.
"I'm taking care of you like I always do."
Lester sighed as two fingers began to tease his hole and finally slid inside. He pushed aside the thoughts that he was lying in a hospital bed, probably physically handicapped for the rest of his life and that they shouldn't be doing that here. All the anger boiling inside him had to find an outlet and Nick knew how do calm him down.
He shoved his arse against Nick's hand, eager to feel more and whimpered at the loss of pressure when the clone withdrew his fingers.
"Ready?" Nick asked but didn't wait for an answer. With a practiced move, he pulled James close and entered him forcefully. It provided just the right amount of burning and when Nick started a steady rhythm, James Lester got lost in the feelings of pleasure and pain.
"Bloody hell," Danny cursed.
"Is everything all right?" a passing nurse asked.
"Er, yeah. Yeah, everything is OK," Danny stuttered and blocked the door window with his body. "I'm just waiting for my friend to finish... his visit. He will be done in a moment." Danny stopped, mortified, realising he was babbling. But the nurse just threw him another look and then hurried on to a patient.
Danny turned around and looked again through the door glass. The two bodies rocking backwards and forwards under the bedcover had almost a hypnotic effect and Danny Quinn had to force himself to walk away. He would talk with Lester another time about the plan he had to infiltrate Christine Johnson's organisation.
"I'm not sure your treatment is something the doctor would have ordered. But as long it helps..., Danny quipped. "I guess he was upset again."
"Did you walk in on us again? Seems to be becoming a hobby of yours. I thought you had driven back to the ARC after you brought me here." Nick ran his fingers through his hair to straighten it out and adjusted his shirt.
"I wanted to talk with Lester about something work-related and came back."
"I see. Can you postpone the talk? James has had a bad day and he's tired now."
"All right. No problem." Danny opened the driver's door and threw a look at the clone. "You know, I'm surprised..."
Nick eyed Danny, puzzled, as he climbed into the car.
Danny knew he shouldn't start this topic but his curiosity got the better of him.
"I always thought Lester would be the, how do you say in gay circles... the active partner. I hadn't expected he would let you..." Danny coughed in embarrassment. "...top."
"And why not?" the clone asked, confused.
"Well, Lester is the boss and all... A typical alpha leader."
"He may be the boss but I'm in control."
"So you always...? He never wants to... to try it the other way around?"
Danny realised he really should have kept his mouth shut when he saw Nick's brooding expression.
Slowly he started the car and backed out of the car park.
The rest of the drive passed in silence. This time Nick didn't invite Danny in to watch a sports game on the telly together when they arrived at Lester's flat. Nick just thanked him for the drive but his usually open, friendly face was shuttered.
Danny started to drive home to his own lonely flat then, in the spur of the moment, he turned around and went back to the ARC. The time was as good as any other to tackle the problem of Christine Johnson. First he needed a plan of operation.