Joe's Journal

Fiction Meme

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 17:28:32 GMT

Name a character and I'll tell you three (or more) facts about them from my own personal pseudo-canon. (You can pick specific AUs for a character)

Meme

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 17:21:13 GMT

Stolen from Gil.

Post a paragraph from every WIP you can find. No explanations allowed, just the excerpt.

Finally he reached the ticket barrier. He dropped his ticket, a round plastic casino-style chip with his travel details encoded into a computer chip inside it, into the machine and passed through the gate and out of the station into the open air. Breathing deeply he wrinkled his nose, all cities smelled of something; Paris smelled of conspicuous wealth and hidden poverty. The scents of exhaust fumes form hovercars blending with the slight miasma of decay, ignored by most travellers in the same way that they turned a blind eye to the street children and beggars who swarmed the back streets of the Imperial Capital. He’d only been here ten minutes and already Mischa hated Paris.

“Hey,” Nick said softly. He walked slowly around the desk and crouched down, not getting too close to the other man in case he scared him again. “I thought you might like some clothing.” he held the things he'd found out to Stephen, letting him decide whether he was going to take them or not.

Just as he’d finished locking the building down, the door of the control room burst open, bouncing off the wall with a loud crash. Ryan spun around, reaching automatically for his gun, even though he wasn't wearing one. "Christ, Ditzy, are you so desperate for business you need to try and give me a bloody heart attack?"

The television was playing in the room right at the end of the corridor. The door was open but the shape of the room meant he couldn't see anything except for a floor to ceiling bookcase right in front of him. Glancing at it quickly he saw that as well as books it had stacks of journals on it – zoology and palaeontology journals. His hand was halfway towards the latest issue of the Journal of Evolutionary Biology before he stopped himself. There was a fascinating article on pareiasaurs from Permian Era South Africa in it that he'd been meaning to read, but finding out where he was and what was happening was infinitely more important. Still, he cast a longing look at the journals before turning his back on the bookcase and walking further into the room.

Stephen just smiled and kissed his cheek. “I'm used to you by now. I know when you're trying to be an arrogant idiot and when you're just being you.” He grinned and jogged down the rest of the stairs. “Well, are you coming? If we don't get there soon Jamie will eat it all and we'll have to go out for fish and chips.”

Nick stood up again. “What did you say Connor?” he asked. Connor was still facing away from him and he couldn't see his face. Rounding his desk, he grabbed Connor's arm and spun him around in frustration. “Look at me when you're talking to me.”

Connor blinked, shocked by the way Nick had grabbed him and then he finally put the odd behaviour together with the signing he'd done earlier. “You're deaf!”

Stephen chuckles. Nick's enthusiasm is very gratifying. It's not just that Nick obviously wants him as much as he wants Nick, but he's so eager. His cock gets even harder at the thought. Kicking his shoes off he wriggles out of his trousers and underwear and slides under the duvet, shivering in the cool air. “Come on. I'm freezing.”

Blade had to admit his first reaction to learning that Lyle had been turned was a kind of selfish delight. Lyle wouldn't be able to stay in his current unit and the best place to transfer him to would be theirs. He already knew most of the members and would be comfortable around them and for a new vampire that was important. It would be nice not to be the only vampire in the unit any more and Lyle was a good bloke. Blade would happily have him at his back when they were in combat.

Ryan glared at him. “It's not like this is my idea of fun either.” Although the way Nick's t-shirt had become see through and was clinging to his body wasn't exactly a bad thing. Still, he'd rather not be seeing it while tramping through a carboniferous era forest, which was no doubt full of huge millipedes, spiders, and other giant insects, even if they hadn't seen any yet. And the weather, which had changed after they got through leaving them no chance to go back for waterproof clothing, was atrocious. It was like trying to walk through a dark forest while someone turned a hot shower on you.

“Oh great, now it's not just genetic throwbacks and fly-boys with stupid hair that can use the ancient technology, even though they can't hope to grasp its complexities, but overgrown lizards. I'm beginning to think the ancients weren't as advanced as we thought. They're like galactic frat boys with a really strange sense of humour.”

When you think about it my life is pretty much a living example of chaos theory in practice. I mean who could possibly have guessed that one tiny, insignificant decision (not telling Don that the conference I was going to be presenting a paper at was for law enforcement personnel not math professors) could end up with me tangled around four gorgeous naked guys in one very big bed? I know, I know, sounds incredible doesn't it? But you see if I'd told Don, he'd have managed to tag along somehow and I wouldn't have spent the evening indulging in some mild flirtation with a couple of CSIs and without the flirtation (and the alcohol) I'd never have shown them a picture of my boyfriend. If they hadn't seen a photo of Don, then when we all ended up working the same crime scene, they wouldn't have realised that the lover I had spoken of was my older brother Don and, well, then none of this would have happened.

Chris pushed the batwing doors of the saloon wide and stood there for a moment, framed in the doorway, holding them open as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness of the saloon. There, in the far corner, were Eros and Anteros, heads bent over the table as they talked to someone he couldn't see. Then they sat up and leaned back, giving him a clear line of sight to ...Vin. He silently groaned and tried to look like he wasn't panicking as all three turned to look at him and grinned madly before bursting into gales of laughter.

It was the sound that woke Gil. He was a light sleeper anyway and had been expecting to be woken by either Jim having a nightmare or the phone ringing, but it wasn't either of those that had him sitting up. At first he couldn't place it, a roaring rushing sound, which seemed to be getting closer. Something was nagging at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Getting up he padded over to the window and pulled the curtain back to look out onto a scene which he would later describe as hell on earth. He grabbed Jim's wrist and dragged him towards the edge of the bed, not giving the stunned man time to wake up.

Christopher couldn't help smiling at the young artist. He was barely legal, younger than all four of his own children, but things like that seemed unimportant in light of what had happened over the last couple of weeks. If he'd met AJ in the months between his wife's death and the alien attack, he would have smiled, enjoyed the momentary feeling of attraction, and then walked away, dismissing AJ as too young, the complications as too difficult, and the possibilities not important enough to even flirt with him, but now those thing didn't seem to matter. He was attracted to him and, after talking with him as they walked to the shipyard, they seemed to have a lot in common.

"You will see," the lord insisted. "Now strike." He closed his eyes again and Joe pressed the blade against his chest, driving it downwards suddenly to pierce the man's heart. At first nothing happened, and Joe was about to stand and walk away when a red light surrounded the lord's body. He backed away a little, scared but fascinated at the same time. The glow intensified and then the body burst into flames. He gasped and watched in fear as the body burned away to ash. The ashes glowed with such intensity that he had to look away. When he looked back, the body was gone and in its place was a large, orange coloured egg.

“Nancy Drew is for girls,” he pointed out. “And besides she never broke into a cemetery in the middle of the night.” Both girls looked at him and he added, “Not that I'd know, never having read the books.” He pointedly turned away when they both just smirked at him. “Besides this is more Scooby Doo territory here. Jane's going to be lurking behind a bush ready to jump out and start cursing 'those pesky kids' any minute.”

“Thank you,” Lucas said with a truly open smile that made something inside of Joseph melt. “I have so many plans. This will make you a household name and be the making of me if everything goes well. We could be a superb team, Mr. Reaves. I am certain of it. Trust me, I'm going to make you famous.”

She spun the bottle and laughed when it landed on Deb. "I bet the boys are glad they didn't adopt that opposite sex only rule now!" Deb chuckled and they both knelt up, kissing one another softly. All the guys leant forward and watched, moving back guiltily when the girls broke apart.

The crowd suddenly gasped and Joe moved to a spot where he could see the stage. Two huge guards were flanking a young, skinny slave, the kid looked like he couldn’t fight off a five year old let alone those two gorillas so Joe was immediately curious as to what made this slave deserve such precautions. The slave lifted a tear-stained face to stare out into the audience, before being cuffed around the head and forced to look back at the ground. Joe’s breath caught in his throat. The slave had beautiful brown eyes, which seemed to be begging for help. He felt himself harden until his cock was pressed painfully against the laces on his pants. He stepped forward and called out a bid.

"Hi. Can I help you?" Joe froze and then turned around slowly, horrified to see his trick from the other night standing there. He saw the moment the other man recognised him and knew he'd just lost the job before he even had an interview.

He could almost smell the cigarette smoke and hear the laughter of the patrons. His fingers itched to feel the piano keys under them again as he entertained them. As well as his salary he used to make a lot in tips for his playing. With his day job as well it had meant that he could live a comfortable life with an apartment in a smart block only a few streets away. Now he rented a place in a converted house, with just one tiny bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom and a living/dining room. The wallpaper was peeling, it smelled of damp, and if more than two people tried to take a shower or wash their clothes at one time the hot water ran out. His old home had been destroyed by a bomb and there was nothing but craters and rubble for a couple of blocks in any direction from it. He remembered when he wouldn't have thought twice about buying a suit with the amount he now spent on his rent.

But the upshot of it was that Brian was dead and decaying in his grave or he would have been if they hadn't cremated him and scattered his ashes in the end zone of the Giants Stadium. Not that the management of the Giants knew that ... they'd had to break into the ground at night to scatter the ashes and then run like hell before the cops got there, but it was what Brian had wanted. Come to think of it the chaos of the resultant escape from the law had probably also been what he wanted.

Joe got out of the car and stretched. He was never going to get used to someone else driving his car, but while he'd made rapid progress over the last nine months or so he didn't think the highway patrol would approve of a blind man driving. Walking around the car he popped the trunk open and started unloading their bags.

Lucas opened the box carefully. “I like anything you give me, Joe, because of the thought you always put into it. Oh look, Jia, he got me packing peanuts for our anniversary.” He started rummaging through the box, trying to find out what they were protecting. “I think he's over done it a little bit on the packaging,” he commented. “Must have been imagining how much you'd shout if it got damaged.”

Warren just looked at him. Even his mother wasn't willing to help him, but Joe was? It didn't make any sense. He looked down at the badge hanging around his neck and smiled. He was definitely going to have to go back and thank him and maybe see if he really meant it about the job too.

Hmmm does anyone think I need to finish some of these soon lol.

The Wives and Girlfriends Club Master Post

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 16:02:05 GMT

This is the series I am writing for Mission Insane. It's mostly from Lester's POV and covers a year in his life during which Lyle is deployed to Afghanistan.

Those Leaving and Those Left Behind - Lester/Lyle, Karen Griffiths, PG.

Those Leaving and Those Left Behind, Primeval, Lester/Lyle, PG

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 15:57:49 GMT

Title Those Leaving and Those Left Behind
Characters Lester/Lyle, Karen Griffiths (OC)
Fandom Primeval
Rating PG
Prompt Goodbye (Mission Insane)
Series The Wives and Girlfriends Club
Summary Lyle is being deployed.
Author's Note Thanks to Gil for a super speedy beta so I could post this for NaBloPoMo. Thanks to fred for the use of Jon Lyle.

They'd said their goodbyes the night before - frantic, desperate, hurried sex, as if there wasn't enough time left for them to savour it, even though Lyle wasn't leaving until eight the next morning. Lester knew some of the wives went to the base to watch the plane leave, but he didn't see the point. It would leave whether he was there or not and he wasn't going to peer through the fence and wave a handkerchief like some kind of heroine from a romance novel.

He kissed Lyle goodbye over the breakfast bar. He tasted of tea and bacon sandwiches. Then they left together. Lester walked to his Mercedes and drove into central London to start another day herding cats at the ARC; Lyle got into his beat up Land Rover and headed for the base, to catch a plane to fly to Afghanistan for an indeterminate period. Lyle was guessing nine months; Lester had his money on twelve, because Lyle coming back on time without a scratch on him just wasn't the kind of luck the two of them had.

Lester wasn't going to make a big deal out of Lyle's deployment. He'd known what Lyle's job entailed when they'd got together and he'd been living on his own perfectly well before Lyle had moved in. He could certainly handle a year without him. He still found himself checking his watch periodically through the day and calculating exactly where Lyle's plane was likely to be. It was foolish and a total waste of time, but he couldn't stop himself doing it anyway.

The controlled chaos of the ARC seemed less chaotic and more controlled than normal. He wasn't sure if it was just good luck or if people were trying to give him a break. He felt he should probably be offended if it was the latter, but he was just glad for the chance to bury himself in his paperwork and not have to try and keep the lunatics from burning down the asylum or anything. He rather thought Lorraine was thankful for it as well.

He told Lorraine to leave early. He knew there was some kind of do for the 'wives and girlfriends' of the unit that she wanted to go to. He'd rather have a root canal personally. He wasn't a wife and he certainly didn't need a support group.

Life it seemed had different plans or rather Karen Griffiths had other plans and she was even more difficult to avoid than life. At 6pm, just as he was packing up for the night, and just as Lyle's plane would be refuelling by Lester's calculations, security called to inform him that a Mrs. Karen Griffiths was waiting for him downstairs and she was insisting on seeing him in person.

He'd met her once before at a dinner and he'd been impressed by her determination and her way with words. In fact, if she hadn't already been occupied with the informally named 'wives and girlfriends' club and her children and her many, many other activities, he'd have tried to get her a job at the ARC.

Sighing, he packed his laptop up, grabbed it and his briefcase and jogged down the stairs to reception. He had no doubt she'd sit there all night if she had to.

"Karen!" He smiled and held out a hand. "What a pleasure to see you again. Shouldn't you be heading to the restaurant? I know I shooed Lorraine out of here a couple of hours ago so she could get ready."

She shook his hand firmly and smiled back. "I'm on my way there but I saw your car as I drove past and I thought you might need reminding what time it was. You're obviously running late."

He shot a glance at the receptionist and guided Karen away from her, not particularly wanting a witness to this conversation. "Actually I was just heading home, but thank you for the thought."

Karen's eyes narrowed. "Nonsense. You're coming to the restaurant with the rest of us. It's a tradition."

"Look, it was thoughtful of you to stop by but I'm neither a wife nor a girlfriend and I'm not really interested." He was beginning to get a little irritated. He didn't need supporting or mollycoddling; he just needed a glass of whisky and a good book.

"It wasn't a request, James. You have a responsibility now. You may not be a wife but neither are Cable's husband or Blade's grandmother and they'll both be there." She smiled to soften the impact of her words. "I don't think you understand. You're dating an officer and we have to be there to set an example for the others. You, Annabelle Stringer, Elizabeth Harper, and I need to be there."

Lester groaned. "Ryan's ex-wife is going to be there?"

"She still comes to our social events because of the children and she has always been a great help." She reached out and touched his sleeve. "I know it wasn't something you signed up for, but the same way Lyle and Ryan and Stringer organise the others in their squad, we organise the families and help keep everything together while they're away."

He ran a hand through his hair. "I was right. You should be working for me. I might as well agree now and save us both some time."

Karen smiled triumphantly. "Thank you." She leaned closer and kissed his cheek. "Welcome to the family. Now lock that stuff in your car and you can follow me to the restaurant."

"I think I can find it on my own," he grumbled.

"I know, but this way you won't change your mind halfway and go home instead. I'm parked on a double yellow line outside so get a move on, please. I don't want to get a ticket."

He rolled his eyes. "You, madam, are incorrigible. Are you sure you don't have time to work here? I could do with someone with your talents to help Lorraine keep this group of reprobates in order. I shall be five minutes." He turned to walk away and then stopped, looking over his shoulder. "Oh and I should compliment you on your eyesight, since my car is in the underground car park and the only way you could have seen it is if you can see through walls." He grinned. "Lorraine has a lot to answer for."

Surprise Attack, Primeval, Ryan/Blade/Lester, 18

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 14:09:01 GMT

Title Surprise Attack
Characters Ryan/Blade/Lester
Fandom Primeval
Rating 18
Prompt 33 Double Penetration (Citrus Taste)
Summary Ryan and Blade surprise Lester in the showers. Porn ensues.
Author's Notes Double Penetration. Thanks to fred for betaing and letting me use her OC Blade.

Lester had thought he was the only one left in the building, apart from the security guards and, of course, Elmer the mammoth, but as he headed for the changing rooms, he heard voices. He had been intending to change into his gym clothing and work out before going home but instead he detoured into the shower room to see who was in there. Even though he doubted intruders would be using the showers, their experience with Leek had made him paranoid about security, even inside an allegedly secret government facility.

Poking his head around the doorway, he froze as Lt. Niall 'Blade' Richards pinned his commanding officer against the wall and kissed him, sliding his hands down to squeeze the other man's arse as he did. Lester thought he'd been quiet, but something alerted the two men to his presence and Ryan and Blade's heads both turned to look at him. He held his hands up placatingly.

"I was just investigating the noise. I'll leave you to whatever misuse of government facilities you were planning." His lips quirked upwards in a slight smile to soften the words before he stepped back, intending to return to the locker room and get changed.

Since he wasn't paying attention to the two men, he didn't notice the look they exchanged. Both stepped out from under the water then grabbed his arms and tugged him into the room, pushing him under the shower and then holding him there, against the wet tiles, as he spluttered and struggled.

"What the hell..."

Before Lester could finish his sentence, Ryan had cut him off with a demanding kiss, forcing his tongue between Lester's lips and plundering his mouth. At the same time he reached down and squeezed Lester's cock firmly, through the soaking wet fabric of his suit trousers.

"Let me go!" Lester snapped.

"Nope," Blade drawled, before leaning in to claim his own kiss. "Besides I don't think you want us to, not really."

Ryan smirked at him. "Blade and I have seen you watching us and since you keep telling us what a great boss you are, we decided maybe you deserve to get what you want."

"Well, to start with I didn't want my suit to be ruined," Lester said, glaring at them.

Blade just shrugged. "If you didn't want to do this our way, you shouldn't have been so obvious about ogling us." He pinched one of Lester's nipples through his shirt. "We talked about what we'd do if we got our hands on you and we decided we'd like to see what you look like with a cock up your arse. Maybe two cocks..."

When Lester looked like he was going to try to argue, Ryan leaned in and kissed him again, rubbing his hard cock against Lester's leg. "You know you want it so there's no point playing hard to get, James. We won't tell anyone, so just this once, don't argue just for the sake of it."

Lester glared but kept his mouth shut. He could complain about his suit after they were done. "Get me out of this wet suit, then, but don't think this discussion is over."

"Never thought it was," Blade muttered.

Ryan laughed and just started peeling the soaking clothing off Lester's body. Each piece was tossed out of the shower to land with a wet plop on the tiles, until Lester was as naked they were. Running his hands over Lester's chest, he leant in and nipped at his ear. "So what do you think, James? Want us both to fuck you?"

Lester groaned and turned to kiss him, hungrily. He didn't pull back until Ryan started rubbing his hard cock up against his thigh impatiently. "I like a man who knows what he wants and goes after it," Lester said.

Blade reached down and squeezed Lester's cock. "That mean you'd like us to just drag you off and have our wicked way with you?" he teased, waggling his eyebrows dramatically.

Lester laughed delightedly and curved his hand around the back of Blade's skull, his short hair scratched against Lester's hand, and paused a hairsbreadth away from the other man's lips. "Do I look like the passive kind to you?"

"Maybe not." Blade turned the shower off and backed up, pulling Lester towards the locker room, confident that Ryan would be close behind. "But you do look like you'd enjoy being manhandled and not given a say in the matter." He nipped at Lester's lip, sucking on it for a moment before letting it go. "And I think we're just the men to do it."

"We'll see," Lester said, a small smile playing around his lips. "The question is, can you handle me?"

Ryan pressed his wet body up against Lester's back. "Let's find out." He grabbed a towel and dried himself off hurriedly before doing the same to Lester. Spinning him around, he pinned him against the lockers and kissed him again while Blade dried off.

Lester ran his blunt nails down Ryan's back before squeezing his arse. "I have no desire to be caught on camera, so please try to behave until we get to one of the bunk rooms."

"What makes you think we're not going to do it here?" Blade asked, reaching out and stroking Lester's cock again.

"The fact that I'm 42 and even when I was 22 I wasn't a contortionist," Lester said dryly. "If you both want to fuck me there had better be a bed involved."

Blade laughed. "Okay, okay. I don't really want to explain to Ditzy that we slipped in the shower anyway. But I think we have time for a little something on account before we get to the main act."

He dropped to his knees and ran one finger along Lester's hard cock, collecting some of the fluid leaking from the tip and then sucking his finger into his mouth provocatively.

Lester groaned and spread his legs a fraction further, leaning back against the lockers and trying to ignore the feeling of one of the handles digging into his back.

Ryan knelt as well and grinned up at him. "Now remember, there are still security guards in the building, so try not to scream too loudly."

Blade took hold of Lester's cock and ran his tongue over the head, teasing the slit and collecting another tear of fluid from the tip. At the same time, Ryan cupped Lester's balls in his hand and nuzzled his hip gently, before nipping sharply at the skin and making him yelp. He soothed the bite mark with his tongue and soon Lester was arching towards him again.

Catching Blade's eye, Ryan leaned closer and kissed the other man. Both of them were still touching Lester and his cock was bobbing eagerly beneath their chins as they explored each other's mouths lazily.

Swearing under his breath, Lester ran his fingers through Ryan's hair and then dropped his other hand to Blade's head, feeling the short strands tickling his palm as he rested his head on them. Slowly the two men pulled apart and looked up at him again. Then they both started licking his cock at the same time. The sensation of two tongues stroking along his length, teasing the head or rubbing against the veins and the underside of the head slowly brought him to the edge and then held him there.

Lester bit his lip, refusing to beg, even though they were driving him insane. His grip on Ryan's hair tightened and the other man reached up to grab his fingers.

"I like my hair, James. Don't pull it out."

Blade chuckled. "Can't do that to me. Was there something you wanted, Sir James?" He smiled wickedly, his expression belying the innocent tone of voice.

Ryan rolled his eyes. "Save it for some time when we're not in the ARC, Niall." He took Lester's cock in his mouth and slowly slid forwards until the head bumped against the back of his mouth. Swallowing around it made Lester groan and shudder, squeezing his hands into fists so that he didn't pull his lover's hair again.

Ryan wasn't interested in drawing it out any longer so he alternated swallowing around it with sliding back so that only the head was in his mouth and sucking on it, fluttering his tongue against the underside and making Lester's hips jerk convulsively.

With a hastily bitten off cry, Lester came. His legs shook and Blade grabbed him to stop him collapsing, standing up and kissing him while he recovered.

"You're coming home with us tonight and I'm going to spend hours teasing you," he promised. "I want to see what it takes to make Sir James Lester beg."

Lester groaned. "The two of you are going to kill me."

"That wasn't a no though," Ryan said. "So are you going to come and stay with us for the weekend?"

Lester raised an eyebrow, surprised that they really seemed to mean it and that this wasn't just a one night stand. "We'll see," he prevaricated. Then he grinned wickedly. "After all I have to see how good you are in bed before I make a decision."

"Oh you are so for it now," Blade muttered, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him towards the door.

"We can't just go waltzing around the building without clothing," Lester hissed. "What the hell are you playing at?"

Ryan pressed up behind him, his cock pressing against Lester's arse and reminding him that he was the only one that had come so far. "Relax. If you time it right there's a dead spot in the cameras along this hallway. I've never bothered fixing it as it only covers the stretch between the showers and the bunk room. Blade and I both have clothing stored in there because we were planning to crash here tonight and one of us can pick your spare suit up from your office later." He slapped Lester's arse sharply. "Now get ready to move when Blade says or we'll just bend you over one of the benches and do you here." He nipped at Lester's ear and then soothed it with his tongue, distracting him from the rant he'd been winding up for.

Blade peeked out of the door and watched the cameras carefully as they moved in opposite directions and then tugged Lester out into the hallway. "OK, now run."

Lester couldn't get away from him without causing a scene and with Ryan pressed up behind him he had nowhere to go anyway, so he ran. The three of them barrelled through the door into the bunk room and collapsed onto one of the beds in a heap, laughing loudly.

Lester shook his head. "You two are insane. I can't believe you made me do that. What if someone had seen us?"

"There's no one here but the security guards and they're not going to be patrolling the corridors in this part of the building at this time of night anyway," Ryan told him, leaning in for a quick kiss. "Besides you could do with a bit more fun and excitement in your life."

Lester rolled his eyes but he was still laughing. "I hunt dinosaurs for a living. Secretly. I have more than enough excitement in my laugh, Tom. Especially since it seems I've now come into possession of two large and uncontrollable soldiers."

"But you're going to keep us, anyway, aren't you?" Blade asked, making a credible attempt at imitating Connor's puppy dog eyes.

Lester laughed. "I thought we decided you had to prove you were worth it first?"

The three of them wriggled around on the bed, which wasn't much larger than a single, until Lester was stretched out on his back with Ryan lying next to him and Blade kneeling between his legs. Leaning over the side Ryan grabbed his bag and pulled out a bottle of gun oil.

Handing it to Blade, he smiled. "Put this to good use while I keep James entertained. After all, we wouldn't want him to get bored." He grinned cheekily and then leaned in to kiss Lester hard. He ran his hands roughly over Lester's body, exploring it thoroughly as Blade opened the bottle and used the oil to coat one of his fingers before sliding it between Lester's cheeks and then pushing past the tight pucker.

Lester groaned into the kiss and pushed back, impaling himself further on Blade's finger. Soon one finger became two and then three. Lester was still pushing back eagerly but Blade's fingers weren't moving in and out as easily as they had been and he hesitated about adding a fourth.

"I know we kind of grabbed you in the showers, but are you sure about this?"

Lester wriggled and squeezed his muscles around Blade's fingers. "I'm certain. I want what the two of you had planned. Just ... take it slowly. Neither of you is exactly small."

Ryan kissed him again slowly. "Are you all right with us orchestrating this? It'll probably be easier on you if you don't have to be distracted by trying to think whose legs go where," he said with a teasing smile.

Lester laughed again. "Just this once the two of you can do all the work. But later I'm going to get my revenge, so you'd better make this good."

"I thought you weren't coming anywhere with us unless we did?" Blade said.

Lester rolled his eyes and then knelt up, pulling himself away from Blade's teasing fingers as he did. "All right then, Tom. Where do you want me?"

"Hmm, getting to tell the boss where to go. It's a dream come true." He stroked his fingers down Lester's chest and then wrapped them around his cock for a second. "Stretch out on your front first and spread your legs. Once you're used to having me inside you we'll roll over and let Blade join in."

Lester got comfortable and pillowed his head on his arms, trying to relax, although given what they had planned he knew he wasn't going to be completely successful.

Ryan massaged Lester's back, his strong fingers kneading the muscles and helping the other man to relax. Then he leaned down and trailed kisses along Lester's spine. When he reached the curve of his arse he pulled back and took hold of his own cock, lining it up with the small hole and then slowly pushing forwards, not stopping until he was fully seated within the tight passage.

Both men groaned at the sensation and Ryan froze, letting Lester grow accustomed to him. Moving slowly, he started to thrust; long, lazy movements that felt good but weren't going to push either of them over the edge before they were ready. After a few strokes he forced himself to stop and stretched out, blanketing Lester with his body. Wrapping his arms around the other man he rolled them backwards until he was underneath and Lester was cradled by his body, his back against Ryan's chest and his legs between the taller man's.

Ryan stroked one had soothingly over Lester's chest and stomach, petting him like a cat. "Just relax, James, and trust me to hold on to you. Niall's going to come inside you now. Try not to tense up too much."

The position was awkward for Lester, but not uncomfortable and he tried to relax in Ryan's embrace. He smiled up at Blade who was kneeling on the edge of the bed and watching them, biting his own lip nervously.

"I'm fine, Blade. It's your turn now."

Blade tried for one of his normal, calmly confident grins. "Just want to make sure this goes well. The boss'll have me shovelling mammoth shit for a month if I'm the reason you decide not to come home with us."

Tentatively, he traced the muscle where it stretched around Ryan's cock. He poured more oil onto his fingers and then pushed one into Lester's body, relaxing a bit more as both Ryan and Lester groaned at the feeling. He coated his own cock with the oil and then rested his hands on the underside of Lester's thighs, pushing his legs up towards his chest and spreading them wider. Letting go with one hand he gripped his cock and pressed against the opening, almost pulling back when it didn't seem to want to stretch far enough to accommodate him as well but then suddenly it seemed to give slightly and the head of his cock slipped inside the tightest place it had ever been.

"Oh Christ, you're tight," he breathed.

Lester groaned and tried to spread his legs further. "Bloody hell, you feel huge."

Blade hesitated, not wanting to hurt him.

"Don't stop," Lester said hoarsely. "Give me all of you, Niall."

Cursing under his breath, Blade slowly pushed further in, watching in awe as his cock was slowly swallowed by Lester's body. The sensation of Ryan's cock pressed up against his was like nothing he had ever felt before.

Ryan tightened his grip on Lester, nipping gently at his neck as he tried to distract the other man from the way he and Blade were stretching him open. He was on the verge of coming just from the feeling of Lester's arse holding his cock tight and Blade's pushing forwards inexorably, rubbing up against his with every movement.

When Blade's cock was at last fully seated within Lester's arse, he leant down and kissed him, slowly exploring his mouth and savouring the experience as Lester's body relaxed fractionally, letting him move more easily. With one last kiss he pulled back, supporting himself on his arms, and started thrusting, small, jerky movements which made both his lovers moan and shudder.

Lester closed his eyes, letting Blade and Ryan do whatever they wanted, giving up all control for once and concentrating on the almost painful pressure as they both started moving inside him. It was intense, but the discomfort was easily outweighed by the pleasure. He knew he wouldn't last long, but from the way Ryan was panting in his ear and the jerky, uncontrolled thrusts of Blade's cock, he didn't think the other men would either.

Too soon it was over and a hoarse cry was wrenched from Lester's throat as he came, his body contracting with his orgasm and driving the other two over the edge as well. Ryan muffled his cry against Lester's shoulder and Blade bit his lip, coming in silence and then collapsing on top of them.

Ryan groaned and he pinched Blade's arse sharply. "You're too fucking heavy for that. Pull out and roll over so I can breathe."

Lester chuckled, making both men moan again as the vibrations forced their softening cocks together again. "So much for afterglow." He winced as Blade pulled out with a soft pop and let Ryan roll them both onto their sides, one hand coming to rest on Blade's chest. "Christ, I'm not going to be able to move tomorrow."

Ryan rested one hand on his back and slowly pulled out as well, sighing in relief when he didn't see any blood. "You'll be sore but you'll live." He leant forwards and traced Lester's ear with his tongue. "So," he whispered, his breath tickling the other man's ear. "Was that good enough for us to have earned an encore?"

Lester laughed, twisting to kiss him hard and then turning back to share another brief kiss with Blade. "You certainly made a very convincing argument. If one of you would run upstairs and collect my clean suit and shirt from my office while the other one goes and gets the ruined one from the showers, then I might be persuaded to take you both home with me and feed you and then we'll see what happens from there."

"You're not coming home with us?" Blade asked, pouting slightly.

Lester narrowed his eyes. "Do you have enough food, that isn't junk food, for the weekend, somewhere safe to park my car, something for me to wear, and is your place clean enough to meet my exacting standards?"

Blade hesitated. "I suppose it wouldn't be too much of a hardship to stay at yours."

Laughing delightedly, Lester kissed him again. "If you're a good boy I might even be able to find some beer to go with dinner."

"Oh, well, now you're talking." Blade sat up and stretched, before jumping off the bed and grabbing his spare clothing. "I'll go and find your suit, James. I'm starving."

Lester groaned as Blade disappeared through the door. "Christ, I'm sleeping with the energiser bunny." He rolled over, making himself comfortable since he couldn't get dressed before Blade got back anyway. "Now I know why you wanted this," he told Ryan. "You need all the help you can get to wear him out."

Ryan grinned. "No one wears Blade out." He leaned closer, stopping a hair's breadth away from Lester's lips. "But it's fun to try."

Earliest relative of T Rex identified

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 09:41:12 GMT

There's an article on the BBC here.

Scientists have identified the most ancient fossil relative of the predatory dinosaur Tyrannosaurus rex.

The new addition to T. rex's clan is known from a 30cm-long skull uncovered during excavations in Gloucestershire in the 1900s.

The well-preserved fossil is held in London's Natural History Museum.

A British-German team has now uncovered evidence linking it to what may be the most famous dinosaur family of all.

The dinosaur, named Proceratosaurus, lived about 165m years ago, during the middle Jurassic Period.

It is really surprising that it has received so little attention
Dr Oliver Rauhut, palaeontologist

The two-legged meat-eater would have measured about 3m long and weighed up to 60kg.

The palaeontologists used computed tomography (CT) techniques to generate a 3D image of the delicate skull to investigate its internal structure in meticulous detail.

Dr Angela Milner, associate keeper of palaeontology at the Natural History Museum, told BBC News: "This is a unique specimen. It is the only one of its kind known in the world."

She added: "It was quite a surprise when our analysis showed we had the oldest known relative of T. rex.

"Fossils collected a century ago can now be studied again with the benefit of much greater knowledge of dinosaurs from around the world."

Originally described in 1910 as a new species of Megalosaurus, the fossil was presented to the museum in 1942.

The skull had been unearthed during excavations for a reservoir close to Minchinhampton in Gloucestershire.

Dr Milner said that despite obvious differences between the skulls of Proceratosaurus and T.rex - such as their divergent sizes - the two shared many similarities.

"If you look at the animal (Proceratosaurus) in detail, it has the same kinds of windows in the side of the skull for increasing the jaw muscles," she told BBC News.

"It has the same kinds of teeth - particularly at the front of the jaws. They're small teeth and almost banana-shaped, which are just the kind of teeth T. rex has."

"Inside the skull, which we were able to look at using CT scanning, there are lots of internal air spaces. Tyrannosaurus had those as well."

Although the skull has attracted much interest because of its exquisite preservation, it has not been closely studied until now, thus, its link to the tyrannosaurs remained undiscovered.

"This is still one of the best-preserved dinosaur skulls found in Europe," said co-author Dr Oliver Rauhut from the Bavarian State Collection for Palaeontology and Geology in Munich.

"It is really surprising that it has received so little attention since its original description."

Since it's been identified from a partial skull there's not much information about it out there but I did find this.

And it's also mentioned on the Jurassic Park Wiki, which is just an excuse really for me to link to the Jurassic Park Wiki because I only just discovered it :D

Icon Post!

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 10:55:06 GMT

This is the first time I've made icons in ages, but there's probably be more soon as this is only some of the pics I have ready to do.

The Railway Detective by Edward Marston

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 14:45:30 GMT

Since I'm supposed to be doing NaBloPoMo and I doubt I'll have any fiction finished and betaed today I thought I'd post a book review instead.

Some of you no doubt saw my plea for Victorian mystery recommendations the other day. Well I bought this (and the four that follow it because I get obsessive like that) and am currently working my way through it at bedtime, a chaapter or so a day. Although I think I've just about got to the point where I'm going to want to read the rest of it in one go lol.

The Railway Detective is the first in Marston's series of mysteries featuring Inspector Robert Colbeck, one of the new detectives at Scotland Yard. He's not the normal kind of policeman for the period having trained to be a lawyer but then become a polieman instead and is well read and interested in all manner of things - especially railways and locomotives , which fascinate him - much to the annoyance of his sidekick who is a fan of horses and carriages and isn't at all keen on train travel.

For the first time, a mail train has been robbed in a highly organised and ruthless operation, which has resulted in the loss of a large amount of gold, many sacks of mail (including information which can be used to blackmail people), the wreck of a locomotive, and a brutal assault on the driver. Colbeck deduces that the motive was as much a hatred of the railways as greed and his investigation ranges from London to Birmingham, from the Royal Mint to the roughest areas of London, and to the Crystal Palace itself as someone tries to blow up the railway exhibit there before it can even open.

As well as the well read and educated Colbeck, we meet his superior, who intensely dislikes him and his methods, his sidekick, the dependable and intelligent, if not all that insightful, Victor, and the pretty daughter of the injured traindriver to whom Colbeck develops an attachment. There's a little too much romance for my taste but it's integral to the plot so it's not too distracting and at least it doesn't feel forced. The villain is organised and intelligent and a good match for Colbeck and the setting is very well drawn without having superfluous details that distract you from the story.

All in all I'd recommend it and am looking forward to the rest of the series. The author writes in several other periods as well including Restoration London and Domesday England so I might investigate those as well later.

8/10

You can find the author's site here or buy the book from Amazon.

Deadlines, Primeval, Blade/Lester, 18

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 00:51:36 GMT

Title Deadlines
Characters Blade/Lester
Fandom Primeval
Rating 18
Summary Blade is on a deadline. Lester has to sit back, shut up, and enjoy.
Author's Note Blade belongs to Fred. Thanks to Jack for the beta. This is to kick off WriSoMiFu and NaBloPoMo with a bang. Written in about 20 minutes.

Lester looked at the clock and sighed. He'd had plans for tonight, but then the blasted detector had gone off and sent his lover, and the rest of the ARC's resident special forces, off on what had turned out to be a wild goose chase, literally. Prehistoric wild geese. Judging by the reports he'd been getting intermittently from an increasingly irritated Cutter and Ryan, whose emails had been getting shorter and terser as Cutters got longer and more irate, they were going to be eating goose for the next month. And while the anomaly had finally closed, it didn't look like the team were going to make it back before midnight, which didn't bode well for the plans Lester had had for celebrating his birthday with his lover.

At ten to midnight he slammed his laptop shut and practically tossed it into the drawer, locking it so sharply that he was in danger of breaking the key.

“Now, now, James, that's no way to treat government property.”

He looked up to see his lover lounging in the doorway and smirking.

Blade stalked across the room, looking like some kind of sleek predator, and leaned down, trapping Lester in his chair and kissing him hungrily. “I have it on the best authority that the cameras in here are going to be suffering from a temporary failure for the next ten minutes so lean back, shut up, and be good. I'm working on a deadline here.”

He dropped to his knees before Lester could say anything, deft fingers making quick work of his lover's fly.

Lester groaned and glanced at the door worriedly. Blade hadn't locked it or even closed it properly, just pushing it to behind him.

“No one is going to interrupt us,” Blade promised. “They wouldn't dare.”

“What did you tell everyone?” Lester hissed, realising that there was a good chance the whole of the team knew what was about to happen.

“That I had a birthday present to deliver and that if they got in the way I'd get cranky.” He reached down and pulled a knife out of the side of his boot, noting with a grin that Lester's heart rate sped up and his cock got harder at the sight. He tossed it over his shoulder and heard it stick in the door. “Ryan doesn't like it when I get cranky, so he'll make sure they all leave us alone. Now hush.”

Lester groaned again and leant down, kissing him deeply. “One of these days I'm going to strangle you.”

“But not until after I've sucked your brains out through your dick,” Blade said confidently. He pulled another knife out and with a flick of his wrist cut Lester's boxers to pieces, leaning down and swallowing him whole as soon as the silk fell away from his erection.

Lester gripped the arms of his chair tightly, his knuckles turning white as he fought to stay still and not choke his lover. He bit his lip, not wanting to make a noise and draw any more attention to them than Blade already had.

Blade swallowed around him and then pulled back, scraping his teeth gently over the sensitive skin. He rubbed his tongue against the slit, knowing that Lester loved how that felt and then he reached down and rubbed his lover's balls with the tips of his fingers.

A hoarse cry forced itself past Lester's closed lips and he jerked convulsively, coming hard down Blade's elastic throat before slumping back in his seat.

Stretching up Blade kissed him slowly, sharing his come with him and then exploring his mouth until the only thing he could taste was his lover's usual flavour with a slight bitter undertone from the coffee he'd been drinking all evening. Just as he pulled back, Big Ben started striking twelve in the distance. He smiled and stole another quick kiss.

“Just in time,” he said with a smug smile. “Now tidy up, James, there's a good boy. The cameras will be coming back online any minute. And then grab your coat and take me home and you can have the rest of your present.” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Lester rolled his eyes and sat up. Tugging the silk of his ruined boxers out from under him he shoved them into his pocket and did his trousers up again. He stood up and pulled Blade to his feet before pushing him back to a more respectable distance. “You are a menace, Corporal,” he said softly. “Now go on, I'll meet you in the car park in ten minutes. And this time, don't keep me waiting.”

One more challenge

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 15:44:06 GMT

Challenge Citrus_Taste
Claim No claims needed, but this will likely be mostly Primeval

001. Comfort Sex	002. Table	003. Flavored Lube	004. Bathtub Playtime	005. Body Oil/Paints
006. The Net	007. Movie Scene Reinactment	008. Shower Sex	009. Hideaway	010. To the Hilt
011. Blindfold	012. Vanilla	013. Doggie-Style	014. Food Fetish	015. Dominatrix
016. Toys	017. Virginal	018. Waterproof	019. Knife Play	020. Vibrator
021. Choker	022. Honey Dust	023. Medical Play	024. Spanking	025. Fingering
026. Harems	027. Orgasm Denial	028. Anonymous	029. Rim Job	030. Harness
031. Costumes	032. Anal Sex	033. Double-Penetration	034. Animalistic	035. Blow Job/Going Down
036. Threesome	037. Grinding	038. Pornography	039. Position 69	040. Biting
041. BDSM	042. Vampirism	043. Tantric Sex	044. Masturbation	045. Voyeruism
046. Lap Dance	047. In Public	048. Imprisonment/Captivity	049. Leather	050. Wildcard

I knew I liked quakers ....

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 00:46:55 GMT

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8177536.stm

Quakers set to allow same sex marriage and petition the government to change the law to allow marriage rather than just civil partnerships.

Robert Parrinson just became my hero

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 15:17:09 GMT

http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b136336_robert_pattinson_edward_murderous_weirdo.html

Stolen from Fakey - iTunes Meme

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 00:29:43 GMT

This is the kind of abbreviated version of my iTunes. It's only the music I carry with me on my iPod. The whole lot was in the library on Stephen but I haven't bothered to install it all yet on James or Becker.

How many songs in total: 4401, 12:09:42:05 total time, 18.89 GB
Most recently played: I Like It, I Love It - Tim McGraw
Most played: I Like It, I Love It - Tim McGraw (but it's only been played five times because I haven't had it all instealled long, this is more what shuffle likes most than what I do lol)
Most recently added: A Dark Knight (from The Dark Knight soundtrack)

Sort by song title
First Song: The ABC Cafe (from Les Miserables)
Last Song: 9-5 - Dolly Parton

Sort by time.
Shortest Song: 09 seconds Radio Jingle - Grease, Broadway Cast
Longest Song: 1:08:29 Rain in the Country - Natural Sounds Collection

Sort by album
First album: ABBA Gold Greatest Hits
Last album: 8 Seconds - Reba McEntyre

First song that comes up on Shuffle: Cedric Had It Coming - The Whomping Willows

Search the following and state how many songs come up:

Death - 20
Life - 44
Love - 194
Hate - 26
You - 406
Sex - 3

Weird, Primeval, Stephen, U

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:45:13 GMT

Title Weird
Fandom Primeval
Characters Stephen
Rating U
Word Count 100
Challenge #8 Forest of Dean
Series A (Somewhat) Normal Life
Summary Stephen has seen some weird things

Stephen had grown up on the outskirts of the Forest of Dean. He'd spent a lot of time hiking through or camping in it, especially when he was a cadet. It was a strange place with an atmosphere he'd never experienced anywhere else. He'd seen some odd things, things that he, like most of the locals, quietly acknowledged and then never spoke about again. The Civil War soldiers who had marched quite literally through his tent one night came to mind. He thought that the large extinct herbivore standing in front of him chewing the foliage took the prize though.

Surprise Party, Primeval, Lester/Lyle, PG

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:41:45 GMT

Title Surprise Party
Fandom Primeval
Characters Lester/Lyle
Rating PG
Word Count 100
Challenge #11 Surprise
Summary Lester is pleasently surprised

Lester had been surprised by the party, which, since it was a surprise party, was to be expected. But it wasn't the party itself that had surprised him – Lyle was surprisingly sentimental for a uniquely Lyle definition of sentimental anyway. It was the guests that surprised him.

The soldiers were to be expected, Lyle was their friend. But the main team were there and his secretary, the rest of the admin staff, most of the scientists and even some people he recognised as being on the cleaning staff. He was touched that they would all come to his birthday party.

I'm Not Her, Primeval, Nick/Stephen, 15

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:39:57 GMT

Title I'm not Her
Fandom Primeval
Characters Stephen/Nick
Rating 15
Word Count 100
Challenge #10 Claudia Who?
Summary Nick is an idiot. Stephen broods.

Stephen sat with his back against the headboard, looking at his sleeping companion. They'd had a good evening, with no emergencies to interrupt for once. They'd watched a film that he'd been wanting to see, enjoyed a good meal, and then retired to the bedroom for some fun. The sex had been incredible, as always, but then it had happened. Nick had called him by the wrong name.

He wrapped his arms around his knees as he brooded. He'd got used to being called Helen, although that hadn't happened for a while now, but he didn't even know a Claudia.

Trust, Primeval, Stephen, Lester, U

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:38:02 GMT

Title Trust
Fandom Primeval
Characters Stephen, Lester
Rating U
Word Count 100
Challenge #7 Betrayal
Summary Lester is hurt by a lack of trust

Lester hung up the phone, a hurt look briefly crossing his face before it was replaced by his normal controlled expression. Stephen was going to hunt the prehistoric scorpion alone and wouldn't accept any help. For some reason he didn't trust Lester or his men and Lester had no idea why. Cutter's distrust had been easier to swallow – Cutter hadn't trusted anyone outside of his team. Stephen's distrust was more focussed, more personal.

Lester knew he wasn't exactly liked. He went out of his way to make sure people knew he wasn't nice. But he'd always thought he was trusted.

Learning Humility, Primeval, Lester/?, 15

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:35:29 GMT

Title Learning Humility
Fandom Primeval
Characters Lester/?
Rating 15
Word Count 100
Challenge #28 Humility
Summary Lester has a prisoner. Possible non-con (depending on your interpretation)

He circled the bound man like a shark, before pushing him so that he stumbled, dropping to one knee. Lester smirked and positioned himself in front of his prisoner, leaning back against his desk and spreading his legs slightly. His cock was making an unsightly bulge in his impeccably tailored trousers. Fortunately, he was in the perfect position for his toy to do something about that. It wouldn't be easy for him to open Lester's trousers with his hands tied behind his back, but that wasn't Lester's problem.

“I have a better use for your mouth than spouting sarcastic comments.”

End of a Marriage, Primeval, James Lester, U

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:33:00 GMT

Title End of a Marriage
Fandom Primeval
Characters Lester
Rating U
Word Count 100
Challenge #5 Forgotten
Summary Lester forgot - or maybe he simply chose not to remember.

The house was dark when Lester got home. Glancing into the dining room as he walked past he saw that the table was set, candles burnt almost down to nothing in their holders, the best china laid out with what looked like it had been a rather fancy meal, before it had got cold and started to congeal, and a vase with a single rose in the middle of the table. He winced and headed into the kitchen to check the calendar and see what he'd forgotten this time. Stuck to the fridge was a note.

'Happy Anniversary, James.'

Loss of Innocence, Primeval, Connor, Lyle, PG

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:30:38 GMT

Title Loss of Innocence
Fandom Primeval
Characters Connor, Lyle
Rating PG
Word Count 100
Challenge #3 Determined
Summary Connor needs to learn something new

Connor took a deep breath and reloaded his gun, sending another target down to the bottom of the gun range.

Lyle helped him adjust his stance and then squeezed his shoulder before stepping back and letting Connor take the shots on his own. It broke his heart to see the innocent young man so determined to learn to shoot, but he understood the necessity. After Ryan and Stephen and Nick, he was determined to make sure Connor could defend himself if he had to. And Connor was determined to protect his friends, even if it meant learning how to kill.

Fencing, Primeval, Ryan, Stringer, PG

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:28:04 GMT

Title Fencing
Fandom Primeval
Characters Ryan, Stringer
Rating PG
Word Count 100
Challenge #9 Star Wars
Summary Ryan and Stringer and a sword fight

As Ryan flourished his sword, someone made a whooshing sound from the sidelines, as if he'd just ignited a lightsaber. He rolled his eyes but kept his attention on his opponent.

Stringer chuckled. “Is this where I say 'Luke. I am your father?'”

Ryan laughed and Stringer took advantage of it to lunge. Just because he was laughing, didn't mean he wasn't paying attention though and Ryan blocked him easily, brushing his sword aside and nearly getting a hit of his own.

“I'd rather be Obi-Wan, thank you,” Ryan told him. He lunged again. “Watch and learn, young padawan.”

Mess, Primeval, James Lester, Rex, PG

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:25:34 GMT

Title Mess
Fandom Primeval
Characters Lester
Rating U
Word Count 100
Challenge #15 Oops
Summary Lester has to put up with a lot

Lester stalked into his office and slammed the door behind him. Stripping efficiently he put his suit in a plastic bag, ready to be sent to the cleaners. It was a good thing he kept spare clothing at the office and even better that his dry cleaner was a miracle worker. So far they'd never failed to return a suit in pristine condition, no matter what state it had been in when it was dropped off. He wondered what they thought the stains were.

If Abby didn't house train Rex soon, Lester was going to send her his cleaning bill.

Moonlight, Primeval, Stephen, U

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:23:18 GMT

Title Moonlight
Fandom Primeval
Characters Stephen
Rating U
Word Count 100
Challenge #5 Moonlight
Summary Sometimes the past can be awesome

Stephen stepped through the anomaly and gasped. Although it was daylight where he'd come from, here it was the middle of the night. But it wasn't dark. There was a large, bright moon, hanging low in the sky and the black velvet of the night was studded with hundreds of stars. The last time he'd seen this many stars he'd been in the middle of the desert, digging for fossils. Back home there was just too much artificial light to see the stars the way they were meant to be seen. He looked around him in awe – it was beautiful.

News, Primeval, Nick Cutter, Iain Cutter, PG

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:20:56 GMT

Title News
Fandom Primeval
Characters Nick, Iain Cutter (OC)
Rating PG
Word Count 100
Challenge #110 Big Brother
Summary Nick has some news for his brother

Nick picked up the phone and dialled.

“Nick? Is there something wrong?”

“I don't only call with bad news.”

“No you don't normally call at all. We have to call you.”

“Well if you don't want to hear my news …”

“Ach, spit it out, you insufferable man.”

“I wanted you to be the first to know. Stephen and I are getting married.”

“At last! It's about time you made it official.”

“You'll be my best man again?”

“You bet and this time you have to wear the Cutter tartan. I bet Stephen would love to see you in a kilt.”

Unwelcome Visitor, Primeval, Becker, Rex, U

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:18:19 GMT

Title Unwelcome Visitor
Fandom Primeval
Characters Becker, Rex
Rating U
Word Count 100
Challenge #4 Rex
Summary Becker comes face to face with Rex

Becker blinked and shook his head, wondering if he'd eaten something that was causing him to hallucinate, but when he opened his eyes it was still there. It was grinning at him. He rubbed his hand over his face, jumping when the thing chirped curiously at him and then alighted on his desk. That was closer than he wanted it to be really, but he suspected a firm 'shoo' wasn't going to work. This job got stranger by the day.

He picked up the phone and called for help. “Cutter … there's a lizard on my desk, dancing to my music.”