ebonyfeather (ebonyfeather) wrote,

Drabbles x 3: Danny Quinn

Fandom: Primeval
Word count: 3 x 100
Notes: From the primeval_denial: challenge:teamfest Danny Quinn drabble tree. These have all been posted there but, as I like to keep everything together, I’m collecting them all up into one post.

Title: Body armour
Words/prompt: body armour
Pairing/s: Danny/Becker

Danny smiled as Becker strolled by, talking to Connor. The pair were deep in conversation but suddenly, Becker turned, meeting his eyes. Danny cursed at being caught staring.

It wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help it if Becker looked bloody sexy in body armour, or that he felt the need to strut around the ARC wearing it far more often than was strictly necessary. There were times when he was certain that Becker was aware of the effect it had on Danny, and did it on purpose. As Becker winked at him over Connor’s head, Danny was certain of it.

Title: Motorcycle
Words/prompt: motorcycle
Pairing/s: Danny/Becker

“Becker, it’s the law. We’re not going anywhere unless you wear it,” Danny warned. Sitting astride his motorcycle, arms crossed, he waited for Becker to stop pouting. “Just put it on, would you? For goodness’ sake…”

Becker sighed, reluctantly pulling the pink and silver helmet onto his head, the look on his face leaving Danny unable to stop his laughter. He really must get a different helmet to use as a spare if Becker was going to ride with him on a regular basis but, for the moment, he had a soldier to tease.

“Hop on, gorgeous,” he quipped, grinning.

Title: The prize
Words/prompt: security camera
Pairing/s: Danny/Becker

Ha! Thirteen and a half minutes, Danny thought, lowering himself silently down through the gap he’d made in the ceiling tiles, pausing to glance at the security camera. Taking a piece of black electrical tape from his pocket, he stuck it over the camera’s lens, effectively disabling it before jumping down to wait.

As Becker arrived seconds later, Danny grabbed him by the lapels and pulled him into the room, kicking the door shut.

“What are you doing?”

Danny grinned. “You said fifteen minutes- I got here in thirteen. I won, and now I’m claiming my prize. Strip, soldier boy.”

Tags: fiction: drabble, fiction: slash, hilary becker / danny quinn, tv: primeval

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