purplecat: Hand Drawn picture of a Toy Cat (Primeval:Jenny)
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Fandom: Primeval
Title: Just one Dammned Thing after another.
Word Count: 100
Characters: Jenny, Connor, Nick Cutter
Rating: U
Challenge: 567

Jenny slammed the phone down and took five deep breaths, reminding herself that it was not the BBC's fault that Nick Cutter had once again haranged the Queen, this time in front of a startled Clare Balding, while a Protoceratops disrupted a Royal Ascot race in the background.

It did not help that this was a day of escaping Diitodons, an ill-judged practical joke involving Becker's shotgun and a phone call from the Minister.

An anxious looking Connor stuck his head around the door.

"Whatever it is, no!" Jenny said. "I need coffee break!"

"Umm... the coffee machine has broken?".
purplecat: Hand Drawn picture of a Toy Cat (Primeval:ARC)
[personal profile] purplecat
Fandom: Primeval
Title: Winter Flu Season
Word Count: 100
Characters: Lester, Lorraine, Jenny (in absentia), Nick (in absentia)
Challenge: 558
Rating: U

"Where's Jenny?" Lester asked Lorraine.

"She's in bed with 'flu. Thought it better not to come in and spread it further."

"Sensible woman, if only the scientific team had thought similarly," Lester said drily.

Half the ARC seemed to be ill, and Lester was pretty certain Nick Cutter was patient zero. The man had been wandering around the building for a week now, drinking Lemsip and breathing over the remaining staff.

"Jenny knows we can manage without her for a day or two," Lorraine agreed.

Lester reflected ruefully that they actually had considerably fewer competent PR staff than mad scientists.
purplecat: Hand Drawn picture of a Toy Cat (Primeval:Anomaly)
[personal profile] purplecat
Fandom: Primeval
Title: The Anomalies
Word Count: 100
Rating: U
Character: Nick
Challenge: 546

Nick often dreamed of the anomalies, particularly after he started mapping them. He dreamed of them spiralling off into space on paths all their own, like comets eliptically moving out and then returning to the Earth. He sometimes wished he had more of a talent for mathematics. He could plot their progress, like a mariner with a compass and a chart, but the formula for describing their motion or predicting the paths of those not already mapped eluded him. At other times he was glad he could simply enjoy the dream of their vast cosmic ballet for its aesthetics alone.

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