Title: What To Do When Your Dinosaur Is Really A Dragon
Fandom: Primeval/Dr Who
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Tom Ryan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: God I wish! But no.
Summary: Ryan's trying to shoot a dinosaur when he meets a strange man in a pinstriped suit who tells him it's a dragon, then his day moves from strange to downright surreal.
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fredbassett 's birthday comment!porn, answer to the prompt 'Make Me'
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fredbassett 's birthday comment!porn, answer to the prompt 'Make Me' He was a strange man in a pinstriped suit and when he smiled at Ryan and grabbed hold of his hand Ryan’s day became that touch more surreal, which is something it really had to work at nowadays.
Both Connor and Cutter were terribly interested in their latest creature because it didn’t seem to fit into any timeline or fossil record they could find and for the first time Ryan could remember he was allowed to shoot a creature that wasn’t obviously bent on eating them or causing a few million in property damage.
Lester was just pissed because neither Ryan’s team’s searching nor Connor’s anomaly detector was having any luck in finding where it had come from.
Ryan has to say he was as surprised as anyone else that when he had finally found the damn creature and was chasing after it trying to line up a half decent shot someone stepped out of an alleyway and grabbed his hand.
The strange man with slightly mad hair grinned widely at him and tugged insistently on Ryan’s hand.
“Run!” he exclaimed cheerfully and tried to yank him into the alley.
Ryan stood still and stared at him for a moment before attempting to disentangle their hands.
“Make me.”
The man grinned again smugly and used the moment of surprise to yank Ryan back behind the bricks of the alley.
Ryan could feel the hairs on his neck curl as a concentrated burst of flame exploded from the creature’s direction and thundered across the entrance to the ally.
“Run!” He tugged again and this time Ryan decided a retreat was in order and the pinstriped man obviously knew what he was doing and so went with it.
Ryan hadn’t run hand in hand for years and there was something utterly surreal about doing it in a decrepit alleyway while running from what he was utterly refusing to call a dragon.
He was distracted enough by the dragon denial that it took him a few long moments to realise that Mr Pinstripe was dragging him into the bricked off end of the alley, with only some rubbish and an odd blue box in it.
Ryan balked but his hand was tugged as Mr Pinstripe flopped into the door of the box, doing something complicated to the keyhole and stumbling as it opened.
His smile was bordering on utterly egotistical as he pulled at Ryan’s hand again and Ryan just stared at him.
“Shouldn’t we be running away from the fire breathing dinosaur?”
“Not a dinosaur, it’s a dragon, and we are. Come inside.” Pinstripe grinned.
Ryan blinked for a few moments at the dragon comment and Pinstripe used the momentary distraction to pull him inside.
Ryan paused and stepped back out, looked around the side of the box and paused again before stepping back inside.
“It’s bigger on the inside.” He commented blandly. Pinstripe smiled.
“It is.”
“And you are?” Ryan was feeling slightly out of touch with reality and so decided to go with the easy questions first.
“The Doctor.”
Ok Pinstripe calls himself Doctor, odd but acceptable.
“And that wasn’t a dinosaur?”
The Doctor shook his head just a touch to vigorously and grinned at him as if he’d just asked the smartest question of all time and it really was a very attractive smile.
“Nope, dragon.” He tilted his head a little. “Weeeellll, almost a dragon, a little bit one…well no…but still not a dinosaur.”
And Ryan was even more confused now then he was at the beginning.
“What is it then!” He felt like throwing his hands in the air but it seemed like a bit too much.
“Alien.”
“Alien.” Ryan repeated and he was starting to wonder if he wasn’t going to wake up in a hospital bed surrounded by obscene get well cards and fruit after a particularly interesting concussion.
“Yes Alien.” The Doctor reached behind Ryan to shut the door and then moved further into the slightly glowing room.
“A member of a species whose name I have never managed to pronounce.” He looked back to see if Ryan was following and grinned at him.
“Too many vowels you see.” He stroked something which glowed happily at him and started to hum.
“Thing about them though is that they work a lot like the dragons in early human folklore, fire breathing and all that.” All his teeth showed as he looked back at Ryan again who was following the babble with slightly wide eyes.
“I’m starting to think someone dropped a few off as joke in the Middle Ages, wouldn’t put it past the Fesoils, odd race…” He trailed off for a few moments lost in his own thoughts before his head shot back up and he grinned infectiously.
“Anyway where was I? Oh yes! Dragons…well close enough for argument’s sake.” He twirled a dial that looked suspiciously like a large plastic eyeball.
There was a word sticking in Ryan’s head.
“Human folklore?” He queried. “What’d that make you then?”
The smile he got was possibly the hottest thing Ryan had seen in years.
“An alien, a Time Lord, about nine hundred, take your pick.” He watched Ryan splutter blankly for a moment before speaking again.
“And I’ve got the two hearts to prove it.”
“I don’t believe you.” Ryan said and instantly regretted it, feeling like an idiot.
The Doctor stoped moving and his head tilted a little as if he were appraising Ryan.
“Well I can’t prove the nine hundred part but I do have two heartbeats of you’d like to check.” His hand went to the top button of his coat and Ryan wanted to touch him more then anything.
Ryan hesitantly laid his hand on the left side of the Doctor’s chest and he can feel the steady beat of a heart and he’s trying desperately not to meet the man’s (alien’s?) darkening eyes.
He’s quite aware he’s been standing there touching the Doctor for longer then is probably easily explainable and he almost jumps when the Doctor’s hand comes to rest over his own.
“The other one is over here.” The Doctor’s voice is a little lower, a little rougher as he slides Ryan’s hand a little to the right until the heartbeat he can feel blends with another, beats just slightly out of synch and then the Doctor slides his hand further until the first beats fade and Ryan could be feeling a normal heartbeat except that his fingers are brushing up against the underside of the Doctor’s right arm.
Ryan clears his throat purposefully but doesn’t pull away from the Doctor.
“There’s still a dragon out there.”
The Doctor rubs his thumb across the back of Ryan’s hand and smiles.
“We’ve got time.” He says this in a strange ironic way that Ryan doesn’t understand but that he trusts despite all training and all logic.
“Ok.” Ryan answers and then the Doctor is pulling him in and up and Ryan decides that he could get very used to kissing an alien.
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You must post the others too, you really must!!
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I could also imagine that #10 would feel all nostalgic for UNIT, what with dragging a completely bemused SF captain along behind him. It would be like Sgt Benton all over again.
*happy sigh*
Wouldn't mind seeing more of this.
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UNIT, YAY!!!!!!!!!!! I loved the Brigadier and Sergeant Benton :)
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The same look that Ryan gave Cutter when he found him outside the demolished hotel, armed with only an oxygen cylinder and a lighter.
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Hee! Confused!Ryan ftw (:
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Squeee!
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