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licklesoxy) wrote2011-02-22 03:47 pm
licklesoxy) wrote2011-02-22 03:47 pm
Fanfiction: A Gesture of Joy
Title: A Gesture of Joy
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Connor/Lester
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Copyright: Adrian Hodges, Tim Haines
Summary: Connor is on a mission that may be slightly harder than he anticipated.
-o-
A Gesture of Joy
"Knock, knock?"
The glare sent his way was all the answer he needed. Biting his lip, Connor nodded, before turning on the spot and leaving the room without another word.
-o-
Licking his lips, taking time to make sure the finishing touches were in place, Connor took a step back to admire his work. Spreading his arms wide, he gave a quick shout of victory, his eyes drinking in the contraption that was bound to get the reaction he craved so badly.
"I do hope that's just one of your silly projects, that you will be getting rid of very soon."
Jumping in surprise, Connor's face flushed as he spun around to look at the man who'd just entered the room. Feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment, he hurriedly attempted to compose himself as his earlier bout of triumph was rapidly squashed down.
"Um, yeah, it is," he answered. Failing miserably to hide the sadness in his voice, the words were far too fast as they left his mouth.
Watching Lester roll his eyes, Connor had to bite back the desire to tell Lester what the device was actually for. Lester already probably thought he was an imbecile; there was no need to add to that idea. Features contorting into a frown, Connor couldn't help but shake his head at his own stupidity when Lester turned and made his way out of the room without offering anything more.
Pursing his lips, his gaze roamed back to the device, his expression scrunching up into a light scowl. After having spent all that hard work building it, it seemed a waste to dismantle it again, but he knew that's what he'd be spending the rest of the night doing.
-o-
Giving what he hoped was a reassuring grin, Connor gestured towards the picture he'd spent the better part of three hours drawing and painting. Fingers gripping the card tightly to make sure it wouldn't fall to the floor, he tilted and lowered his head in an attempt to gain Lester's attention.
He knew that the picture wasn't a master piece, considering he wasn't very artistic, but he was able to put pencil to paper and create something at least remotely decent. Eyes narrowing when Lester continued to ignore him, Connor gave a whistle. Almost instantly he cringed, wondering what had possessed him to make such a noise. Lester wasn't prone to giving acknowledgement when he didn't want to, and being called by a whistle would probably just annoy him.
His fears were made right when Lester stopped all movement. Pen frozen over the document he'd currently been looking over, Lester's mouth drew into a thin line, and when he looked up at Connor his expression was not friendly. Offering a weak grin, Connor once again gestured towards the picture, hoping to distract Lester's focus onto something he couldn't actually yell at.
Lester took one look at the picture and sneered.
"What is that supposed to be?"
Connor's grin disappeared instantly. Mouth moving with no sound coming out, his eyes flickered between the picture and Lester a few times, until he chose to lower them to the floor as he tried to regain some control of his thought processes. When he finally lifted his gaze back to Lester, his face was impassive, blank, void of the previous enthusiasm it had once had.
"Nothing."
-o-
Letting out an annoyed huff, Lester placed his hands on his hips. It was bad enough that the press had almost gotten hold of some very vital and compromising information, and that two members of the ARC team had almost been trampled by a creature whose name Lester couldn't be bothered to remember. But no, that wasn't enough, was it? Something else had to come along to ruin his day even more, because now, to top it all off, he couldn't find his bloody jacket.
Giving a quick sweep of his office with his eyes, he held back on the curse that wanted to escape his throat when he spotted his jacket hanging off the back of a chair. Knowing that he'd probably been the one to leave it there didn't change the fact that he was in a bad mood. He had a right to be furious, was allowed to be angry. Walking over to the chair with purpose, his stride determined, he snatched the jacket up, not caring when the chair made a horrid noise as it connected with the desk.
Slinging the jacket over his shoulder, turning to make his way back out of the room, Lester momentarily faltered when something dropped from one of the jacket pockets and landed on the floor with a soft tap.
Taken off guard, he stared down at the red rose that had landed by his feet. Only when he realised how the rose had actually gotten there did he snap out of his bewilderment. Brow scrunching into a frown, Lester considered leaving the plastic flower where it rested on the hard floor. It would do no harm, and somebody would eventually get rid of it. Yet, despite knowing that, it took only a bit of contemplation before he found himself bending down to curl his fingers around the green stem. Straightening himself back up, Lester tightened his grip on the rose and made his way back out of the room without any more hesitation.
Walking along the corridor without any destination in mind, hearing all manner of muffled speaking stop as he walked past, he gave no indication of care when he casually threw the rose into the first bin he could find. He chose to completely ignore the expression on Connor's face as he caught it from the corner of his vision.
-o-
"Will you smile for me?"
He felt like a total idiot. Looking at anything but the man standing in front of him, Connor tried his hardest not to do what his mind was telling him. Running from the room now would be ridiculous, make him seem like a coward. Though, thinking over the past few weeks and all his failed attempts to get even a twitch of movement in the upwards direction from Lester's lips, Connor understood that appearing as an insane moron wasn't exactly better.
Unable to stop his cheeks taking on a pink tinge, Connor closed his eyes and rubbed his hands together in a self conscious gesture, his thoughts taking on a whole array of negative ideas. Lester hadn't answered yet. That was bad. Well, truthfully, Connor had no clue if that was a terrible thing or not, because he wasn't confident enough to look up to see what expression was currently on Lester's face. Regardless of that, he knew that silence couldn't really be the sign of a good reaction.
Opening his eyes again, letting out a shaky laugh, Connor pointed in the direction of the corridor.
"I... I better go, get back to work," he said as nonchalantly as he could manage, still making sure to not look Lester in the eye.
Spinning on his heel, shuddering slightly at how pathetic that had actually been, Connor attempted to calm his breathing down as he began heading towards the door. He was being stupid, and Lester wasn't too fond of idiocy. If he played it as unimportant, then hopefully Lester would just forget about the question altogether.
"Connor."
Flinching, Connor halted his movements, his body going stiff as the name reached his ears. The tone hadn't been hard, which was uncommon for Lester when speaking his name, but that didn't mean Lester wasn't furious. Eyes closing once again, Connor licked his lips, revelling a tiny bit when the familiar feeling of moisture eased a little of his discomfort. Planting a dopey grin on his face in the attempt to appear innocent and unconcerned, Connor opened his eyes and turned around, mentally preparing himself for whatever reprimand Lester was about to shout at him.
Staring for a couple of seconds, confusion started making its way into his mind as Lester just continued to stand there, arms folded, with an expression that Connor couldn't identify adorning his features. Grin slowly vanishing from his mouth, Connor began to feel even more like a fool as Lester scrutinised him. This was not going well. Hands moving into loose fists, before flexing back out into a relaxed position again, Connor opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, to convey his confusion as to why Lester hadn't spoken yet. The words died in his throat when he caught movement coming from Lester's lips.
Staring dumbly as Lester's mouth tugged up into a tiny, real smile, Connor felt his entire body tense up in astonishment. Unable to do anything more than stand there and gape, Connor couldn't name the emotion currently flowing through him, but at a guess he assumed it was joy, or maybe awe.
Then, as quickly as the smile had appeared, it disappeared again. Expression dropping into a frown of confusion, Connor's body stiffened in a sudden disappointment. Glancing up until he'd locked eyes with Lester, the bemusement only increased when he saw Lester's eyebrows rise.
"What was that about you getting back to work?" Lester commented, tone holding a hint of sarcasm. Still, Connor managed to catch the amusement behind the words.
Face lighting up with a smile as realisation crept up on him, Connor wasn't surprised when a burst of laughter escaped his throat. Leaning back a touch, gaze moving to the ceiling, he found himself not able to stop his hands clapping together and coming up to do some kind of pointing gesture in Lester's direction. Bringing his gaze back down, not embarrassed that his glee was showing through quite obviously, Connor gave a firm nod.
"Yep." Nodding once again, closing his mouth and pointing over his shoulder in the vague direction of the room's exit, Connor huffed out a satisfied puff of air. It was cool as it left his mouth, leaving a comfortable coldness in its wake.
"I'll just go work, then," he said, looking at the door and then back to Lester. Eyes shining with utter joy, he gave a tiny wave, not caring that it almost certainly looked ridiculous. Turning on the spot, drawing in a deep breath to calm himself down, Connor let the air back out slowly, before moving towards the door so he could leave the room.
Watching as the door closed behind Connor, Lester shook his head in disbelief. Connor truly was a peculiar man. Letting out a contented sigh, Lester unfolded his arms and moved over to his desk, seeking out the forms he was supposed to be sorting out. Sitting down in his chair, allowing himself to lean back and relax, he found his gaze moving back towards the door without any conscious thought.
Not caring to stop the smile that made its way onto his face, Lester lowered his gaze to the paperwork. He knew that he'd most certainly be expected to smile much more often now, especially in Connor's presence. But, thinking about it, Lester understood that it wasn't actually a bad thing, really.
-o-
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Connor/Lester
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Copyright: Adrian Hodges, Tim Haines
Summary: Connor is on a mission that may be slightly harder than he anticipated.
A Gesture of Joy
"Knock, knock?"
The glare sent his way was all the answer he needed. Biting his lip, Connor nodded, before turning on the spot and leaving the room without another word.
Licking his lips, taking time to make sure the finishing touches were in place, Connor took a step back to admire his work. Spreading his arms wide, he gave a quick shout of victory, his eyes drinking in the contraption that was bound to get the reaction he craved so badly.
"I do hope that's just one of your silly projects, that you will be getting rid of very soon."
Jumping in surprise, Connor's face flushed as he spun around to look at the man who'd just entered the room. Feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment, he hurriedly attempted to compose himself as his earlier bout of triumph was rapidly squashed down.
"Um, yeah, it is," he answered. Failing miserably to hide the sadness in his voice, the words were far too fast as they left his mouth.
Watching Lester roll his eyes, Connor had to bite back the desire to tell Lester what the device was actually for. Lester already probably thought he was an imbecile; there was no need to add to that idea. Features contorting into a frown, Connor couldn't help but shake his head at his own stupidity when Lester turned and made his way out of the room without offering anything more.
Pursing his lips, his gaze roamed back to the device, his expression scrunching up into a light scowl. After having spent all that hard work building it, it seemed a waste to dismantle it again, but he knew that's what he'd be spending the rest of the night doing.
Giving what he hoped was a reassuring grin, Connor gestured towards the picture he'd spent the better part of three hours drawing and painting. Fingers gripping the card tightly to make sure it wouldn't fall to the floor, he tilted and lowered his head in an attempt to gain Lester's attention.
He knew that the picture wasn't a master piece, considering he wasn't very artistic, but he was able to put pencil to paper and create something at least remotely decent. Eyes narrowing when Lester continued to ignore him, Connor gave a whistle. Almost instantly he cringed, wondering what had possessed him to make such a noise. Lester wasn't prone to giving acknowledgement when he didn't want to, and being called by a whistle would probably just annoy him.
His fears were made right when Lester stopped all movement. Pen frozen over the document he'd currently been looking over, Lester's mouth drew into a thin line, and when he looked up at Connor his expression was not friendly. Offering a weak grin, Connor once again gestured towards the picture, hoping to distract Lester's focus onto something he couldn't actually yell at.
Lester took one look at the picture and sneered.
"What is that supposed to be?"
Connor's grin disappeared instantly. Mouth moving with no sound coming out, his eyes flickered between the picture and Lester a few times, until he chose to lower them to the floor as he tried to regain some control of his thought processes. When he finally lifted his gaze back to Lester, his face was impassive, blank, void of the previous enthusiasm it had once had.
"Nothing."
Letting out an annoyed huff, Lester placed his hands on his hips. It was bad enough that the press had almost gotten hold of some very vital and compromising information, and that two members of the ARC team had almost been trampled by a creature whose name Lester couldn't be bothered to remember. But no, that wasn't enough, was it? Something else had to come along to ruin his day even more, because now, to top it all off, he couldn't find his bloody jacket.
Giving a quick sweep of his office with his eyes, he held back on the curse that wanted to escape his throat when he spotted his jacket hanging off the back of a chair. Knowing that he'd probably been the one to leave it there didn't change the fact that he was in a bad mood. He had a right to be furious, was allowed to be angry. Walking over to the chair with purpose, his stride determined, he snatched the jacket up, not caring when the chair made a horrid noise as it connected with the desk.
Slinging the jacket over his shoulder, turning to make his way back out of the room, Lester momentarily faltered when something dropped from one of the jacket pockets and landed on the floor with a soft tap.
Taken off guard, he stared down at the red rose that had landed by his feet. Only when he realised how the rose had actually gotten there did he snap out of his bewilderment. Brow scrunching into a frown, Lester considered leaving the plastic flower where it rested on the hard floor. It would do no harm, and somebody would eventually get rid of it. Yet, despite knowing that, it took only a bit of contemplation before he found himself bending down to curl his fingers around the green stem. Straightening himself back up, Lester tightened his grip on the rose and made his way back out of the room without any more hesitation.
Walking along the corridor without any destination in mind, hearing all manner of muffled speaking stop as he walked past, he gave no indication of care when he casually threw the rose into the first bin he could find. He chose to completely ignore the expression on Connor's face as he caught it from the corner of his vision.
"Will you smile for me?"
He felt like a total idiot. Looking at anything but the man standing in front of him, Connor tried his hardest not to do what his mind was telling him. Running from the room now would be ridiculous, make him seem like a coward. Though, thinking over the past few weeks and all his failed attempts to get even a twitch of movement in the upwards direction from Lester's lips, Connor understood that appearing as an insane moron wasn't exactly better.
Unable to stop his cheeks taking on a pink tinge, Connor closed his eyes and rubbed his hands together in a self conscious gesture, his thoughts taking on a whole array of negative ideas. Lester hadn't answered yet. That was bad. Well, truthfully, Connor had no clue if that was a terrible thing or not, because he wasn't confident enough to look up to see what expression was currently on Lester's face. Regardless of that, he knew that silence couldn't really be the sign of a good reaction.
Opening his eyes again, letting out a shaky laugh, Connor pointed in the direction of the corridor.
"I... I better go, get back to work," he said as nonchalantly as he could manage, still making sure to not look Lester in the eye.
Spinning on his heel, shuddering slightly at how pathetic that had actually been, Connor attempted to calm his breathing down as he began heading towards the door. He was being stupid, and Lester wasn't too fond of idiocy. If he played it as unimportant, then hopefully Lester would just forget about the question altogether.
"Connor."
Flinching, Connor halted his movements, his body going stiff as the name reached his ears. The tone hadn't been hard, which was uncommon for Lester when speaking his name, but that didn't mean Lester wasn't furious. Eyes closing once again, Connor licked his lips, revelling a tiny bit when the familiar feeling of moisture eased a little of his discomfort. Planting a dopey grin on his face in the attempt to appear innocent and unconcerned, Connor opened his eyes and turned around, mentally preparing himself for whatever reprimand Lester was about to shout at him.
Staring for a couple of seconds, confusion started making its way into his mind as Lester just continued to stand there, arms folded, with an expression that Connor couldn't identify adorning his features. Grin slowly vanishing from his mouth, Connor began to feel even more like a fool as Lester scrutinised him. This was not going well. Hands moving into loose fists, before flexing back out into a relaxed position again, Connor opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, to convey his confusion as to why Lester hadn't spoken yet. The words died in his throat when he caught movement coming from Lester's lips.
Staring dumbly as Lester's mouth tugged up into a tiny, real smile, Connor felt his entire body tense up in astonishment. Unable to do anything more than stand there and gape, Connor couldn't name the emotion currently flowing through him, but at a guess he assumed it was joy, or maybe awe.
Then, as quickly as the smile had appeared, it disappeared again. Expression dropping into a frown of confusion, Connor's body stiffened in a sudden disappointment. Glancing up until he'd locked eyes with Lester, the bemusement only increased when he saw Lester's eyebrows rise.
"What was that about you getting back to work?" Lester commented, tone holding a hint of sarcasm. Still, Connor managed to catch the amusement behind the words.
Face lighting up with a smile as realisation crept up on him, Connor wasn't surprised when a burst of laughter escaped his throat. Leaning back a touch, gaze moving to the ceiling, he found himself not able to stop his hands clapping together and coming up to do some kind of pointing gesture in Lester's direction. Bringing his gaze back down, not embarrassed that his glee was showing through quite obviously, Connor gave a firm nod.
"Yep." Nodding once again, closing his mouth and pointing over his shoulder in the vague direction of the room's exit, Connor huffed out a satisfied puff of air. It was cool as it left his mouth, leaving a comfortable coldness in its wake.
"I'll just go work, then," he said, looking at the door and then back to Lester. Eyes shining with utter joy, he gave a tiny wave, not caring that it almost certainly looked ridiculous. Turning on the spot, drawing in a deep breath to calm himself down, Connor let the air back out slowly, before moving towards the door so he could leave the room.
Watching as the door closed behind Connor, Lester shook his head in disbelief. Connor truly was a peculiar man. Letting out a contented sigh, Lester unfolded his arms and moved over to his desk, seeking out the forms he was supposed to be sorting out. Sitting down in his chair, allowing himself to lean back and relax, he found his gaze moving back towards the door without any conscious thought.
Not caring to stop the smile that made its way onto his face, Lester lowered his gaze to the paperwork. He knew that he'd most certainly be expected to smile much more often now, especially in Connor's presence. But, thinking about it, Lester understood that it wasn't actually a bad thing, really.