Fic: Prompt Table Ficlets 13-15

[noxnoctisanima]

Numbers 13-15. I'm at the halfway point.

Author: Nox
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Nick/Connor/Stephen
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it.
Rating: M
Summary: The progression of Nick, Connor and Stephen's relationship.

022. In the Emergency Room

Nick winced as the doctor injected the local anesthetic into his forehead. They were pretty sure he didn’t have a concussion but the collision with the tree had split his skin open just above his left eyebrow.

 

The doctor moved to put the needle down and Nick caught a glance of Stephen and Connor sitting in the waiting room. Connor was twitching, there was no other word for it, he was constantly moving, constantly talking and Stephen looked about ready to knock him out.

 

 

 

This wasn’t Stephen’s first trip to the emergency room with Nick, Nick had a habit of causing himself numerous small injuries. Cutting himself with a knife opening his mail had been an interesting one as the doctors said he’d only just missed the bone. When he’d knocked himself out trying to reach something at the top of his bookcase they’d had two days of Nick’s dizziness and vomiting before the concussion settled down.

 

He pulled Connor into a seat next to him and stroked his hair.

 

“Calm down.”

 

“But he’s bleeding.”

 

Stephen sighed and leant back into the hard plastic chair as Connor got up to pace again. Connor would get used to it eventually, right now Stephen just had to not add another head wound to their count.

015. Around A Campfire

The anomaly site was cold, really cold and the cold weather gear wasn’t enough.

Nick shivered inside his jacket as he looked over the weather maps. He felt Stephen shift behind him as he looked over Nick’s shoulder.

 

“There’s not been a single day over freezing here for more then three weeks. No reptile is going to come through from tropical Jurassic to freezing England, most of the mammals would probably stay put as well.” Nick nodded in agreement as he surreptitiously leant back into Stephen’s warmth.

 

There was a crashing in the brush to their right and they were immediately on their feet. Stephen was opening his mouth to call one of the soldiers when Connor stumbled out from behind a bush, arms loaded with wood.

 

Nick stalked over to him as Stephen laughed.

 

“What do you think you were doing?” Nick accused as he looked Connor over, searching for injuries. Connor just looked confused and hefted his pile of wood.

 

“Collecting firewood, it’s cold.” Nick sighed as Stephen snickered in the background.

 

“Anything could be out there.” Connor’s face fell and he looked sheepish.

 

“Sorry.”

 

Nick just shook his head and looked at Stephen who just kept laughing.

010. Dealing With Paperwork

Nick stared blankly at his desk. Paperwork. He hated paperwork, which is why there were now several overdue piles of it stacked on his desk. It wasn’t even important paperwork, just the normal everyday version generated by the University bureaucracy. The same bureaucracy that was demanding, in increasingly shrill tones, all of its paperwork returned.  

 

He could have been home hours ago Nick mused as he scribbled his signature on the dotted line, he moved the page to the completed pile and eyed the still mountainous to do pile. He sighed again, he’d still be here for hours yet.

 

He had just picked up the next page as the door cracked open and two heads peaked around the frame. 

 

Connor and Stephen slid into the office and closed the door behind them. Stephen paused at the door and did something that made a shiver run down Nick’s spine, he’d never figured out how Stephen jammed the office door shut, it was as effective as any lock.

 

Stephen smiled predatorily at him and Connor grinned as they came around both sides of the desk, trapping him.  

 

Nick exhaled sharply at the look on Stephen’s face and stuttered.

 

“Paperwork.”

 

Stephen just kept smiling as he leant down to kiss Nick’s neck and Connor started fiddling with his shirt buttons.

Nick took a deep breath that shuddered as Stephen bit down and tried again.

 

“I…I have to finish this paperwork.”

 

Stephen pulled his chair out from the desk so Connor could kneel in front of him. Nick let out a shaky breath as Connor looked up at him with a cheeky smile. Stephen’s hands came around his chest to unbutton his shirt as Connor’s hands trailed up his thighs and all thoughts of work vanished from Nick’s mind.

 

 

 

Comments

[telperion-15.livejournal.com]

Ummm, I think that last one might have fried my brain. These are all fab - I can't believe how nice you're being to us humble readers with all this fantastic fic!

[noxnoctisanima.livejournal.com]

*rubs hands together* excellent...gotta love a bit of brain fryage.