These were for the primeval_denial 2nd birthday on sunday- Random pairing / crossover generator.
Fandom - Primeval / Numb3rs
Rating - R-15
Prompt - Abby Maitland meets David Sinclair in a bath
The hotel manager showed them up to the fourth floor, pointing to the upturned maid’s trolley in the middle of the corridor. The anomaly shimmered at the end of the corridor, a trail of grubby, animal footprints leading from it. Sending the scared man back out of the way, the team got to work.
Abby took out her dart gun and began following the tracks, leaving the others to follow the other set and guard the anomaly. When they reached the last room on the floor, they stopped, the door swinging open.
Abby pushed the door open further and got a look inside, not seeing any sign of the creature. She could hear music from somewhere. This floor was supposed to have been evacuated, yet there was someone still here.
“Hello?” No answer. Checking the room quickly, she followed the noise, reaching a closed door. Opening it, she stopped in the doorway, taking in the sight before her.
Stretched out in the bath, eyes closed, lay a man in his mid thirties. Since he appeared to be asleep, Abby didn’t bother trying to be discreet, eyes taking him in from his handsome face to his dark-skinned, nicely muscled body and- damn bubbles!, she thought.
“You know, if you took a picture it’d last longer.”
Abby jumped at the sound of his deep voice, He opened his eyes to look at her.
“Not that I mind pretty young women in my hotel room, but who are you?” Abby introduced herself and he sat up, water running in rivulets down his torso. “David Sinclair.”
Abby could hear the others out in the corridor. “I’ve got to go,” she said reluctantly. Impulsively, she took out her mobile phone and snapped a picture before darting out of the bathroom, laughing to herself.
“You’re right; a picture does last longer!”
“Hey!” David appeared in doorway with a towel around his waist. Expecting him to be angry, she looked back, sighing in relief when he seemed amused.
Abby found the rest of the team outside a few minutes later.
“Well, did you find anything?”
A hot naked bloke covered in soapsuds, a date… “No, nothing,” she replied, smiling.
Danny dived to the side as the triceratops came thundering down the high street, spooked by police cars. The team had tried to tell them that their people could handle it, but no, the police had decided to help. They had been trying to chase it back toward the anomaly, but it appeared that the creature wasn’t ready to go yet. It was stomping in his direction and so he dropped and rolled under the first car he found.
“Send the bloody thing my way why don’t you,” he grumbled, wincing as his shoulder hit the pavement hard.
“You can get help for talking to yourself,” an amused voice observed.
Danny frowned, glancing to his right and finding himself face to face with a brown haired man in a battered leather coat. OK, not what he was expecting.
“So, what’s your excuse?” at Danny’s blank look, the stranger indicated upwards to the car they were currently both squashed under.
Danny pointed. “Triceratops,” he said. “You?”
The stranger grinned. “Police.”
They both contemplated that for a moment. Danny expected the man to be alarmed at the fact there was a dinosaur rampaging about but instead he just got a bright smile.
“Mal Reynolds,” he said, shuffling until he could get his arm out from under him to offer a hand to Danny. “So, come here often?”
Danny laughed. “Geez, you pick your times, don’t you?”
Mal took another glance out from their hiding place. The police and the dinosaur were both occupied at the opposite end of the street and so he shuffled back out from under the car. Crouching, he smiled at Danny.
“Coming? I know this great little bar just around the corner…”
It looked as though they had everything under control with the Triceratops, Danny thought as extricated himself with one last glance back at the now-closing anomaly. Out from the cramped space under the car, Danny had the chance to cast an appraising eye over Mal, taking note of the boots and tight trousers- he especially liked the tight trousers- and the gun strapped to Mal’s thigh. Wait, gun? Mal noticed, casting a pointed look to the dart-rifle that Danny still carried.
He went to join Mal, holding out a hand as they walked.
“I’m Danny, by the way. Danny Quinn.”
Fandom - Primeval / Buffy
Rating - PG-13
Prompt - Connor Temple meets Spike on the Forth Bridge
Connor looked on in surprise as the blonde-haired man stepped through the anomaly, moments before it shimmered closed again. He suddenly thought that it might not have been such a good idea to come here alone to investigate the anomaly, in the middle of the night. He’d only volunteered because he’d been nearby, spending the week with his aunt. When Lester had phoned him, he’d agreed to check it out.
The man stopped, frowned, and looked around before fixing his stare on Connor.
“Oi! You! Where am I?”
Connor began to back away slowly; something about this guy made him nervous. Maybe it was the way he watched Connor as though he were lunch. Trying to keep his eye on the stranger, Connor began hurrying back to his car but before he’d taken two steps, the man was there in front of him.
“Please don’t hurt me!”
The stranger gave him an exasperated look that reminded him of the ones Lester gave him whenever he did something stupid.
“I’m not hungry,” he replied. “Now, where is this?”
Connor decided to ignore the first part. “Forth Bridge. Scotland,” he elaborated.
“Bugger.” The stranger rounded on him. “One minute, I’m in Sunnydale, in my crypt and then that bloody sparkly thing appeared and… now I’m here.”
That earned him another eye-roll. “Yes, crypt. I’m a vampire; where the hell else do you expect me to sleep?”
“V-Vampire?” Connor mulled it over for a moment. He knew that he should be scared, like he was before, but… “Cool! Really? A real vampire? Like Blade or Dracula? No, wait, Blade wasn’t a full vampire, was he? He was only half-vampire, half-human-”
“Do you ever stop talking?”
Connor smiled self-consciously. “Sorry. I’m Connor, by the way.”
“Spike,” the stranger said, taking a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his black leather trench-coat and lighting one up. “So, any idea how I’m gonna get back home now the whatjmacallit’s vanished?”
Connor shook his head. “It’s called an anomaly. It might come back, but that doesn’t happen very often.”
Spike took another drag on his cigarette and then smiled happily. “So, where are we staying?”
“If I’m gonna be here for a while, I’ll need someplace to crash. Right?”
The walk back to the car was silent as Connor tried to work out how to tell his aunt that he’d brought a strange bloke home with him. It didn’t last.
“So, have you got fangs? Can you turn into a bat? That’d be cool if you could fly…”
Spike sighed. It could be a long night.