So so so sorry for the delay, but I've been going into melt-down over school etc. Over the past few days and unfortunately for the next couple of weeks, it'll only get worse (so sorry to ITCF readers as well).
In the meantime, I've created a sequel for 'Scary', 'cos things needed to be answered. Set before 'Scary', but I don't like the word 'prequel'. Sorry. Anyway, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Yep, it's true.
A giggle resonated around the silent apartment, followed by the rustling of clothes. A second later, there was another giggle. A whisper cut it off.
"You have such a feminine laugh, Connor." A quiet huff of breath was the only noise which signified the annoyance of the other man. The young scientist leaned back, jolted a bedside table and quickly turned to fail to catch a lamp which fell to the floor with a thud, although it didn't break. He looked at Danny apologetically as the unconscious Captain who lay before him stirred.
Both men held their breath for a second, until they were sure he wasn't going to wake.
"That was a bit close. Be careful," warned Danny, who set about doing up the lacing along the top. "Have you got the camera?" Connor waved the object. "Right. I think he's ready." Danny stepped back to admire his handiwork and sniggered.
"Who has a feminine laugh now?" accused Connor, jokingly. Danny glared across and held out his hand. Connor gave the camera with a smile.
A few clicks later and the pair reviewed their work, stifling laughs the whole time. Becker stirred again, moving his head to one side and Danny glanced up quickly.
"Come on. We'd best go before he wakes up."
Connor glanced at the soldier. "He won't thank us for this."
"Why not?" replied Danny, packing up the wrapping from the present he'd bought. "We brought him home. If he's stupid enough to get that drunk..."
"It was your fault," interrupted Connor, picking up his bag. "Still... I'll print them for tomorrow, yes?"
"Yeah. I'll grab some tape to stick them up in the armoury." Danny turned and switched off the light in Becker's bedroom. Just before he shut the door he peered round and whispered softly:
"Goodnight, Princess Becker."
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