Hello. A little follow up to 'Sleepover' from a couple of chapters back. Dedicated to Nightshadowmidnight, who gave me the idea. Enjoy!
Declaimer: I don't own Primeval or the idea for this story.
"Connor..."
"Hmmm..."
"Connor..."
"Urghhhhh..."
"CONNOR!"
Connor jerked straight up as the voice rang through his head. He blinked a couple of times, allowing his eyes times to readjust to the bright light of the bulb in his room. Shaking his head to dislodge any sleepiness, he looked around the room.
To come face to face with a rather annoyed, rather wet looking Lester, holding a rather cute looking Nancy.
"Awww, hello then..." Connor starting cooing to the little dinosaur, who was squirming slightly in Lester's grip until Lester unceremoniously dumped her in the middle of the bed. Connor blinked once at the dinosaur that gazed up at him, then concentrated once more on his boss. Or, to put it more precisely, his boss' rather angry face. "What's up?"
"What's up? What's up? Have you seen the time?" Connor frowned then glanced across at the clock.
"3:36! What are you doing up?" Connor instantly recognised that this was the wrong question, just from the rapid change in expression displayed before him.
"I decided to take an early morning walk," came the sarcastic response. "What d you think I'm doing up? That little monster climbed onto my bed and snuggled in. Again!" Connor gulped. "So I wake up to some snuffling next to my head, only to discover that said little monster has also decided that my bed is a wonderful make-shift toilet." Connor opened his mouth to defend his pet, but Lester continued. "I get up to remove the blighter, stepping into a puddle that is not due to a leaky roof, and take it back to its bed in the living room, where I discover radio has fallen to pieces..."
"About that..."
"On further inspection, I realise that it's been lined with what looks suspiciously like Olive Oil and there's been an attempt to fix it using cellotape..."
"I couldn't find any superglue..."
"I then noticed that the trouser press had food all over it." Connor frowned, confused. Trouser press, trouser press... oh.
"I thought it was a grill, you know, like those sandwichy ones that fold over and cook on both sides." He paused, trying to gauge the reaction, before continuing. "If it's any consolation, it does pork chops really well."
"CONNOR!" Connor leant back, looking anywhere but at Lester. "It's coated in gravy. And to top it all off, while I was inspecting it, your pet dinosaur went and trod upon a cable which brought the kettle down off the counter. Only just missed me, but look!" Lester indicated towards sodden pyjamas, which were making a pool on the floor not unlike the one Lester found earlier.
"Right, shall I go... clean it up?" asked Connor, really not wanting to get out of his cosy and relatively safe bed to do housework.
"Yes, because I don't really feel like sleep tonight and I need you to blow the hoover up just to keep me awake. No, you can do it in the morning. Just..." Lester thrust Nancy at him. "Just deal with this... with this." And so Lester stormed off to clear up his bed, leaving Connor holding the dinosaur.
Abby woke to her doorbell going at 4.15AM. Immediately, she was wide awake, curious as to who could be calling at this time of night. With this puzzle in mind, she checked the person through her peep-hole. A slow smile form on her face, as she went to open up.
"What's he done?" she asked Lester, who was standing in some relatively dressed down top and trousers. She motioned for him to come in.
"Those vermin he insists live with us have ruined my bed."
Abby frowned. "You came round just for that?"
Lester grimaced. "Well, they've made a nest on the sofa out of all my clean sheets."
Love Sid and Nancy. They're simply adorable.
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