Disclaimer: Primeval does not belong to me. This is fan fiction, not for profit.
Any references to people, places, businesses, etc. are entirely fictitious.
A/N: prompted by friendly giggles and discussion about who, if any, of the ARC team would wear this costume.
Romantic Attire?
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"No way." Becker's firm voice objected, but a twinkle lit up his hazel eyes at the idea. "Not even Jess could get Lester in that T-Rex suit."
The black clad security officer stood between Jess and their friends. Connor leaned forward, pressing against the field coordinator's work station. The ARC's temporal genius waggled his eyebrows up and down.
"Come on Jess," the mischievous genius urged. "Ask him."
Six months after convergence, life in London was returning to normal. Or normal with dinosaurs. Power was on throughout most of the city. Potholes left by a herd of Apatosaurus had long been patched. Most of the stranded creatures had been returned to their own time, but a good many were still in the menagerie or boarded at zoos across the United Kingdom. The tiny blonde at Connor's side leaned closer as well. Blue eyes smirked.
"It's for a good cause," coaxed Abby.
It had been a whole week since the Anomaly Detection Device had blared out an alarm. Currently, the only free roaming dinosaurs in local downtown London were people dressing up in T-Rex costumes as part of a fund raiser to earn money to pay for the care and feeding of stranded creatures. Flash mobs, or single individuals in dinosaur costumes, appeared in random locations. Filmed and photographed, donations were pouring in across the globe. Rumor had it that the T-Rex dressed in black top hat and tails, tap dancing in Trafalgar Square, was the Prince.
"Don't let a creature become extinct twice," cajoled Connor using the fund raising slogan.
Jess's dark eyes glanced towards Lester's office. The ARC's director was on the phone with the minister again. Lester's jaw was clenched and he held a wad of papers in his hand, shaking them as if the minister could see the bills. Jess bit her bottom lip. She shook her head.
"No, I don't think I could get him to wear that suit," admitted Jess, but her hand reached for the telephone. "But maybe he'd do it if Mrs. Lester asked…"
"Brilliant!"
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Lester's video received more donations in twenty-four hours than the combined videos of the tap dancing T-Rex, the basketball playing T-Rex, and a chorus of T-Rex singing in Hyde Park.
"Enough to keep you in hay and peanuts for quite some time," smirked Lester. "We don't need funding from Parliament!"
His neatly manicured hand rubbed the mammoth behind Elton's ear. The creature's dexterous trunk reached around and patted Lester on his shoulder before plucking a peanut from the hand of the dark haired woman standing beside Lester.
"James, let's go home now," urged Mrs. Lester. She winked suggestively. "I really would like to see you try on your new suit again."
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