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Accidents happen

Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Connor Temple / Tom Ryan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,570
Summary: Ryan gets hurt while protecting Connor.




Accidents happen

Connor looked up in horror as the creatures veered to the right. They had been peaceful up until now but something must have scared them as they started to run, and they were coming straight toward him.

“Get out of the way!”

Frantically trying to pick up his laptop and bag, Connor felt the wind being knocked out of him as someone tackled him, sending him crashing to the ground. A split second later, Connor heard a pissed-off roar and then a smash. He looked back in time to see the creature stomp straight over his laptop, crushing it into mangled pieces. Another moment and that would have been him, he thought, unable to stop staring at it.

“Connor, what the hell were you playing at? If I tell you to move your arse out of the way you do it straight away! Your sodding laptop is not worth getting killed for!”

Not any more, Connor thought, looking at the debris again. He had most of the database backed up on a memory stick but there were other things on there too, things he didn’t have backed up. Maybe he could get Duncan to have a go at salvaging the data from the hard drive, if there was enough of it left…

A hand shook his shoulder gently, making him turn his attention to his rescuer. He found himself looking into Ryan’s worried eyes.

“Are you hurt?”

Connor shook his head, only then noticing the way that Ryan flinched when he sat upright. When he moved, Connor saw how he was holding himself, trying not to lean on his right side.

“I’m fine, but you don’t look as though you are.”

Ryan pushed himself to his feet and held out a hand to help Connor up, teeth gritted as he insisted that he was fine.

“One of those things caught me with it’s tail as I tried to get past it.”

Trying to get to me, Connor thought to himself. He couldn’t help it; if anyone was going to drop something, or get chased by whatever it was they were looking for, he could bet good money that it would always be him. His mum used to say he was accident prone when he was a kid, a nicer way of telling him he was careless as his dad had done. No matter how careful he tried to be, however, it all kept happening to him.

Now he’d managed to get Ryan hurt too.

“I’m really sorry.”

Before Ryan could say anything, Cutter and Abby were hurrying over to them, Stephen following close behind. Cutter cast him a ‘you’re an idiot’ look, one that he’d seen more times than he cared to remember.

“You two okay?”

Ryan started to nod but Connor cut in with, “He’s hurt.” That earned him a glare from Ryan and the insistence that he was alright. Stephen eyed Ryan sceptically, not believing a word of it, and then Abby was calling in to Lester to let him know what had happened.

“We’re wasting time,” Ryan pointed out. “It’s just a few bruised ribs, that’s all; I’ve had worse. Our priority should be finding those things before they do any damage.”

It seemed that he had no choice in the matter, however, as they seemed to have already decided that Stephen could track the creatures and then he, Cutter and Abby would be able to handle them with the rest of Ryan’s team. What Connor took from the discussion, however, was that he hadn’t been included. Typical, he thought miserably; he was a liability, so they didn’t want him to help.

“I’ll drive Tom to the hospital,” he offered, trying to keep the disappointment off his face and pretend that he hadn’t noticed their exclusion.

Abby offered him a sympathetic look, seeing straight through his façade. “Good idea," she said, watching as Ryan stalked off to the car, not looking particularly happy about having to go to hospital, even though they could hear him swear from where they were standing as he bent to get into the passenger seat.

“He looked pretty mad,” Connor observed, not especially wanting to get into the car. He really didn’t want to know just how angry Ryan was with him. “He’s going to blame me for this.”

“No, he’s not,” she said, smiling reassuringly. She was the only one of them who knew about Ryan and Connor’s relationship, mainly because she’d started to wonder when Ryan kept coming over to the flat. “Now, go and take care of him. And give me a call later to let me know how he is, okay?” Giving him a push toward the car, she settled her tranquiliser gun more comfortably in her hand and hurried to catch up to Stephen and Cutter.

~.~

It was dark by the time Connor pulled the car up the Ryan’s house, parking in the driveway. They’d been sitting around the Accident and Emergency department for hours, with Ryan getting grouchier by the minute and insisting that he was fine. Connor knew that he wasn’t, and the doctor had confirmed that when he’d announced that the ribs that Ryan insisted were just bruised were in fact cracked, and one was broken, and would have to be strapped up. He also had instructions not to do any strenuous exercise and, after the doctor cast an eye over his uniform, ordered to take some time off work.

Connor got out and hurried around to the passenger side to help Ryan out, following him inside.

“Connor, I’m not a bloody invalid! I think I can walk into the house on my own.”

Connor backed away. “Sorry.”

He watched as Ryan moved slowly upstairs and sat down, not really knowing what else to do. He wanted to help- even the doctor had said that Ryan would need help–but it seemed that Ryan didn’t want it. No, he decided, if Ryan didn’t want him here then he might as well leave rather than hanging around and making him angry. Heading upstairs to tell him, Connor stopped when he reached Ryan’s bedroom. The door was wide open and the soldier was just sitting on the bed, his shirt open and a defeated look on his face.

“I can’t get my shirt off,” Ryan said when he saw Connor. “It hurts.”

Connor went inside. “At the risk of being shouted at again, would you like some help?”

Ryan nodded and between them they managed to remove Ryan’s shirt without pulling on his ribs too much and get him into an oversized t-shirt before Connor crouched to unfasten his boots.

“Are you alright with the rest?” he asked, handing Ryan a pair of jogging trousers from a drawer in his dresser, choosing one of the pairs that he slept in so that he wouldn’t have to get changed twice.

“I think so. And Connor? Thanks. I didn’t mean to snap at you before.”

“But it’s my fault you got hurt,” Connor pointed out. “I’m sorry; I know you’re mad at me but I promise I’ll try and stay out of the way in-”

A shrill whistle stopped him mid sentence. “Connor, I’m not angry with you. To be honest, I was scared; when I saw that thing heading straight for you... I thought I was going to have to watch it trample you!”

“Sorry.”

Ryan rolled his eyes. “Stop apologising.”

“Sor-” It was instinctual, but Connor stopped himself just in time, seeing the amused look on Ryan’s face as he did so.

Ryan stood and pressed a kiss to Connor’s lips before shooing him out of the room.

“Now, how about you go put the kettle on and make us a cup of tea,” Ryan suggested, “and I’ll be down in a minute.”

~.~

A couple of hours later, Connor gently shook Ryan’s shoulder to wake him up. He’d stayed awake through a takeaway pizza and most of a DVD but he’d fallen asleep, leaned against Connor’s shoulder, about ten minutes ago.

“Tom? Maybe you should go to bed. You’ll be more comfortable,” he pointed out.

It was a sign of how much Ryan hurt that he agreed without bothering to argue first, accepting Connor’s help to get up the stairs and into bed. He even took the painkillers that Connor brought him. When Connor went to leave, however, Ryan’s hand around his wrist stopped him.

“Stay?”

Connor tried to protest he should go and let him rest, but Ryan pouted.

“But I’m hurt,” he said. “You wouldn’t leave me all on my own when I’m injured, would you?”

Connor laughed. This was the same way he’d talked Connor into ordering pizza for tea when he would have preferred Chinese, and how he’d convinced Connor to watch an action film when Connor had voted for sci-fi. He might have tried to convince the others he was fine, but he wasn’t above playing the ‘I’m hurt’ card to get his own way with Connor.

“You’re going to milk that injury for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”

Ryan just smiled, watching as Connor sighed, giving in and stripping down to his boxers.

“Happy now?” Connor asked as he got into bed.

Shifting to find a position he could lay in comfortably without making anything hurt any more than it already did and eventually settling against Connor, Ryan sighed contentedly.

“I’m feeling better already.”

~.~

End  



Comments

( 38 comments — Leave a comment )
lukadreaming
Jul. 31st, 2012 08:48 am (UTC)
I see no problem with Ryan milking the injury!

Sweet hurt/comfort!
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:38 pm (UTC)
I think he'll be using the 'I'm hurt' argument for a while *g*
mayakitten
Jul. 31st, 2012 08:58 am (UTC)
*coos*

Aaaawwww!
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:40 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
freddiejoey
Jul. 31st, 2012 10:31 am (UTC)
Just lovely fic. Makes me feel all nice and warm.
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:41 pm (UTC)
Aww, thanks!
judithjohn
Jul. 31st, 2012 10:42 am (UTC)
"Connor laughed. This was the same way he’d talked Connor into ordering pizza for tea when he would have preferred Chinese, and how he’d convinced Connor to watch an action film when Connor had voted for sci-fi. He might have tried to convince the others he was fine, but he wasn’t above playing the ‘I’m hurt’ card to get his own way with Connor."

Fantastic
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:43 pm (UTC)
I think Ryan is going to be getting his own way for a while *g*
joshinator
Jul. 31st, 2012 11:03 am (UTC)
This is totally sweet.
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
nietie
Jul. 31st, 2012 01:54 pm (UTC)
"You’re going to milk that injury for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”. Yes, please! Lovely hurt/comfort.
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:51 pm (UTC)
I suspect that Ryan will be getting his own way for a while yet...*g*

fififolle
Jul. 31st, 2012 03:37 pm (UTC)
Aw, that's wonderful! And only fair that Ryan gets a little slack and some TLC :D
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:52 pm (UTC)
Ryan deserves a bit of looking-after!
raptor_moon
Jul. 31st, 2012 05:40 pm (UTC)
Very nice.
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
fredbassett
Jul. 31st, 2012 07:53 pm (UTC)
Aw, I love the idea of Ryan milking it for all its worth. *g*
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:53 pm (UTC)
He's not above using the 'but I'm injured' argument to get his own way.
knitekat
Jul. 31st, 2012 08:26 pm (UTC)
Awww, Love Ryan milking it for all he can.
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:54 pm (UTC)
He'll be getting his own way for quite a while longer.
telperion_15
Jul. 31st, 2012 09:28 pm (UTC)
Awwwwwwwww, sweet! And also meep-worthy! :)
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:55 pm (UTC)
It was only a little meep...
Thanks!
goldarrow
Jul. 31st, 2012 09:34 pm (UTC)
About time someone took care of Ryan! *nods*
Very sweet!
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:55 pm (UTC)
Connor will take good care of him.
eriah211
Jul. 31st, 2012 09:51 pm (UTC)
Aaaaawwww, so sweet!
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:56 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
clea2011
Jul. 31st, 2012 10:04 pm (UTC)
Awww, that's lovely hurt/comfort, and Ryan definitely should milk it for all its worth. Very nice :-)
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:57 pm (UTC)
Ryan will be using the 'but I'm hurt' argument as long as he can.
aunteeneenah
Aug. 1st, 2012 01:27 am (UTC)
Swangsty, sweet and angsty. Why is Cutter such a twit? Rhetorical question but valid. Anyway, loved how patient Connor was and how sneaky Ryan got his own way. lol very nice.
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:58 pm (UTC)
Connor knew he was just grumpy because he hated being injured; he'll take good care of Ryan.
tay_21
Aug. 1st, 2012 06:59 am (UTC)
Awwww. That was just fluffy and sweet, injured Ryan aside. Of course he was scared. *Pats Ryan* He luffs his Connor.

I so totally <3 these two together. Excellent story.
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 07:59 pm (UTC)
I imagine that being in a relationship with the most accident-prone member of the team would be rather nervewracking!

Thanks! These two are adorable together.
deinonychus_1
Aug. 1st, 2012 10:12 pm (UTC)
awwwwww! That was lovely and fluffy and hurt/comforty. glad Ryan finally admitted he needed help, and lol at him milking it once he's actually admitted that. I'm sure Connor will look after him very well.
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 08:00 pm (UTC)
Poor Ryan just didn't like anyone else seeing him injured. When it's Connor, it's different.
celeste9
Aug. 2nd, 2012 01:14 am (UTC)
Very cute! Love Ryan milking the injury and Connor letting him. And poor Connor, feeling like he just causes trouble! But Ryan is grateful for him, at the very least.
ebonyfeather
Aug. 3rd, 2012 08:01 pm (UTC)
Connor will let him get away with it... for a while, anyway.
lsellersfic
Aug. 14th, 2012 05:52 pm (UTC)
I love how, once he's accepted it, Ryan is really milking the situation *g*
ebonyfeather
Aug. 20th, 2012 07:39 pm (UTC)
Ryan is going to have some fun with this, getting his own way for as long as he can *g*
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