ebonyfeather (ebonyfeather) wrote,

Drabble: The menagerie (x6)

Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Becker / Connor (but only in #6)
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For primeval100 challenge 228: The menagerie.
Warnings: Character death mentioned in #3.

The menagerie

Lester sat down on a folding chair that the keepers had left, and unwrapped his lunch. He had spent the past three hours in an incredibly tedious meeting, alternating between boredom and homicidal musings.

“Useless, the lot of them,” he told the mammoth, taking a bite of his sandwich.

A hairy trunk poked out from between the bars and snuffled his hair and he sighed.

“Fine, here.” He held out half of his sandwich, the mammoth taking it delicately from his palm. “Just don’t tell Abby.”

He smiled, watching the mammoth; coming down here never failed to lighten his mood.


Abby walked around the menagerie, checking to make sure that the animals were all happy and fed. The keepers were doing a good job of taking care of them all, but sometimes Abby just liked to come and help for a while. It was calming, reminding her of being back at the zoo.

There were times when Abby missed that life, just doing her job and looking after her reptiles, so simple compared to the daily life and death battles here at the ARC.

Then again, she knew that there was no way she could give this up. Not now.


Nick stood in front of the pen and watched its occupant. He used to love these creatures, being awestruck by each new one they came across, but not any longer. Now all he saw when he looked at them was Stephen’s face, saw those last moments though the window before they dragged him away.

The creature noticed him then and let out a low growl, but Nick ignored it, his thoughts elsewhere. He can’t blame these creatures, or even hate them. It wasn’t their fault that they were trapped in this world, or that Leek had turned them into weapons.


Sarah still felt a rush of excitement each time she walked around the menagerie, unable to believe that these creatures were real and that she got to work with them every day. Their presence explained so much from myth and legend; how long had these creatures been coming through anomalies? Was this where the Ancient Greeks found their stories of the Minotaur, or where the stories of ogres and even yetis had come from?

Stories of monsters and mythical beings had fascinated her since she was little, and now she had the opportunity to unravel a few of those mysteries.


Connor sat on the ground, leaned against the wall with his laptop on his knees. It had hit him one day whilst updating his database that he could do more. He could study the creatures they found and write the world’s first truly accurate dinosaur encyclopaedia.

“You know,” he told the creature in the pen before him. “One day, this going to make me rich and famous.”

The creature gave a disinterested snort, more interested in its dinner.

“When I’m actually allowed to tell anyone,” Connor added with a sigh. In the meantime, he was just enjoying writing it.


Becker walked through the menagerie, listening for the familiar sound of fingers tapping on laptop keys. Sure enough, Connor was still sitting on the floor where Becker had left him an hour ago, updating his database.

“Connor? Time to leave.”

Connor glanced up briefly. “Just a few more minutes…”

Becker took the laptop from him. He saved Connor’s work and shut it down, ignoring Connor’s protests.

“They’ll still be here tomorrow.” He pulled Connor to his feet, eyes sparkling as he added, “Now how about we go home and research the mating habits of humans instead…”

Connor grinned. “Let’s go.”


Tags: connor temple / hilary becker, fiction: drabble, fiction: gen, fiction: slash, tv: primeval
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