Well, this is the beginning of 12 chapters of Christmas merryment for my readers - If you read my Halloween story Trick Or Treat, this is like the sequel to that. This is dedicated to my great friends and writers - ClaudiaLewis, LoganTheAwesome, Kathryn Hart, PrimevalAndPapaRoachLover, ConnorTempleHatterPotts, and my non-FanFic Primevalians (My word! 3), Emily (Emsterloony), and Shauna (stagecast).
This Fic has Doctor Who/Torchwood/Primeval in it but is noted down as a Primeval/Doctor Who crossover because Torchwood is a spin-off of DW so it makes sense really...Not sure why I told you that :D
Nothing belongs to me except for the bunch of girls - Kandis, Claudia, Emily, Shauna, Thea, Katy, Logan and Rayanna.
CAROL ONE
"Jingle bells – Becker smells – Lester docked my pay! Jenny and Danny are getting wacky and there's Sarah in her sleigh!"
Connor laughed and jumped off his perch, pursued by a reddening Hilary Becker, who was waving his favourite gun menacingly. It was 1 o'clock in the afternoon of Wednesday the 23rd December 2010: The day of the Christmas party. Tensions were running high, and chips and dip were everywhere, no thanks to Danny Quinn, who had tried, unsuccessfully, to persuade Sarah into cleaning it up.
Jenny and Abby sat in the light of Jenny's office, discussing the many more guests – The rest of the ARC team, Torchwood, The Doctor (Ten), Rose Tyler, and Martha Jones, and the lovely teenagers from the Halloween party.
"Sir, seven of our guests have arrived, leaving us with 17 more to turn up. And I believe Connor may not be attending – Becker got hold of him." Jenny laughed, ushering the familiar faces of the deceased or missing ARC crew into Lester's office. Tom Ryan, Nick Cutter, Claudia Brown, Stephen Hart, Caroline Steele, Oliver Leek and Helen Cutter were each dressed in their evening best, well, smart-casual anyway.
"Afternoon people, and Helen. When are those charming guests from Torchwood arriving?" Stephen was quick to cut to the point, he was eager to meet someone else outside the ARC, who knew about the anomalies.
"Tell them tonight – OW! – We've all got things to attend to, yeah." came Connor's pained reply as he was shoved, arm in an arm-lock, into the already crowded office. Becker let go reluctantly and stood beside the door, on red alert as if Connor would make a break for it.
"Suspect contained, sir."
"NOT ON YOUR LIFE, SOLDIER BOY!" Connor ran full speed for the door, just to be caught in an arm-lock again. Caroline jumped, flustered, and went to rescue him, but was out-run by Abby.
"You just will not give him a break will you? I'm setting Rayanna on you tonight!" Abby cried, saving Connor's skin and roasting Becker's, and with a peck on the cheek, she was gone.
"Bugger." Said Becker.