ebonyfeather (ebonyfeather) wrote,

Drabbles: Call me

Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/s: Abby / Mitchell (oc)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 x 4
Notes: For primeval100challenge 250: Past challenges
Using prompts: 70- Behind the scenes (outsider POV), 27- Halloween, 42- Writers Challenge (diff genre/character): het, 126- Sex, Dinosaurs and Rock N' Roll.

Call me

“I’ll be there soon,” Mitchell said, balancing his mobile against his shoulder as he headed for his car. “What the hell-?”

In front of him was a ball of light that shimmered moments before a snarling animal leapt out.

Suddenly, a ragtag bunch men and women came hurrying around the corner, some in military clothing, some looking barely out of their teens, all shouting to him to get out of the way as one of the men fired a taser at the animal, dropping it.

“What was that?”

The blonde woman just smiled. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”


Mitchell frowned. “This is some kind of Halloween stunt, isn’t it? That lot dressed like soldiers and chasing a fake dinosaur. It’s a pretty good model, very realistic.”

The blonde didn’t answer.

“So how did you make the sparkly thing? I’ve got a cousin who works in special effects for TV programmes… is it a hologram?” He moved closer to get a better look, his initial shock worn off, replaced with curiosity.

Now she spoke, stepping in front of him to stop him. “Sir, you really should stay back. It’s not safe.”

Which meant… “You mean that thing is real?”


“Yes.” She glanced back to where the others were trying to get the animal into the sparkly thing where it had come out from.

If he stopped to think about this, it would drive him crazy. Best not to then, he thought. Besides, the blonde was cute.

“It’s Mitchell, by the way.”


“My name; it’s Mitchell. Look I don’t usually do this but would you like to have a drink with me?”

She stared at him for a moment before smiling. “I’m Abby, and yes, that would be nice,” she said, writing her number on his hand. “Call me.”


Abby glanced back at Mitchell as she hurried over to join the others, just finishing dragging the creature through the anomaly. She smiled; he seemed like a lovely bloke.

“Nice of you to join us,” Becker teased. “Of course, I can see why flirting with him was more exciting.”

“Oh, save it; I saw you hitting on that policeman yesterday.”

Becker smirked, but didn’t deny it.


Abby grinned at him. “He’s called Mitchell. He asked me out so I gave him my number.”

“Good for you!” Becker eyed Mitchell speculatively. “Not bad looking. Nice arse. Way to go, Abbs.”


Tags: abby maitland / original character, fiction: drabble, fiction: het, tv: primeval
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