Primeval Fanfic: Make Yourself At Home
Title: Make Yourself At Home
Author: TalliW
Characters: Lester/Lyle
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun. So don't bother me.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Lyle belongs to Fredbassett
Sir James stared in shock at the shambles which had been his flat three hours ago, and was lost for words.
Suddenly a rear end he knew all too well emerged from the tent built out of blankets between the television and the couch.
"Lyle!" he gasped but was drowned out by the screeching of a girl and the howling of a boy, seconds before something bounced against his feet and brought him down.
James Lester was woken up by a wet cloth smacked into his face and by the pain in his right big toe.
A black-haired girl with a big gap in her teeth grinned at him as he opened his eyes. Lester was inclined to close them again and slip back into oblivion.
"Bad doggy," the voice of a boy scolded and Lester felt the pain in his big toe growing. A moment later his right shoe was slipped of his foot in a rather rough way and he saw the fuzzy contour of a hairy monster running away with his shoe.
"That will make you feel better," the boy said and a soft sticky mass was pushed into Lester's mouth which he recognized immediately as a piece of the expensive praline he had bought as gift for Lyle's mum.
"Matthew, Sarah, leave Uncle James alone, " Lyle ordered and bent down to help Lester up.
"These are my cousin's kids. The family is moving and she wanted her two youngest children and the dog out of the way. I've told her they can stay with us for a few days. Isn't that great?"
Lester pulled a face and looked at his enthusiastically grinning lover. He could survive a few days with two kids, a dog and a grinning fool, couldn't he?
"And tomorrow my mum is coming over. She's keen to meet your children. I called your ex-wife and invited them too."
Lester threw a nasty look at Lyle and stalked into his bedroom, leaving the mess and his shoe behind in the living room.
"That's what you get when you hook up with crazy soldiers," he sighed and sank down on the bed.
He hadn't thought Lyle would take it quite so literally when he had told him: "Make yourself at home and feel free to invite who you want."