Notes: These were originally written and posted on primeval_denial’s teamfest challenge drabble trees for Sarah and Claudia. Re-posted here as I like to have everything in one place.
Word Count: 4 x 100
Claudia wiped her dirty hands on the scruffy trousers she was wearing, a drastic change to the business suits she was forced to wear every day, and sat back on her heels, looking around at the bright flowers. The sun was shining overhead and a bird chirped in a nearby tree, but other than that it was silent.
Picking another weed from the flowerbed she smiled. This was her escape from the daily stress that life at the ARC brought on. She could relax here, in her little garden, and forget that dinosaurs and irritating professors, bureaucrats and soldiers, existed.
Title: Sick Day
Pairing: Claudia / Ryan
Word/s: Call in sick
Claudia reached out and smacked the alarm clock, stopping it beeping, before burrowing back under the duvet again. It was too bloody early, she thought, especially when she had such a lovely incentive to stay in bed.
“Not planning on getting up, love?” Ryan asked, brushing her hair back from her face and kissing her forehead.
Claudia sighed happily and snuggled in against his warm body. “No. Don’t want to.”
“We’ve got a meeting with Lester at half past eight,” he said, his objections faltering as her hands roamed down his body, teasing. “Oh, bugger it; let’s call in sick.”
Title: Flirting, Connor style
Pairing: Connor / Claudia
Claudia set the little plastic t-rex, a red bow around its neck, on the shelf with the others; there were eleven now, in a row. She found a new one on her desk the day after each anomaly, always the same as the creature they’d encountered.
She knew exactly who was sending them. Apparently, Connor had decided that flowers or chocolates weren’t the way to get her attention, instead sending her dinosaurs.
Claudia smiled; it was adorable, in a geeky sort of way.
“Connor?” she asked, the next time she saw him. “Would you like to have dinner with me?”
Title: Ladies’ Choice
Sarah leaned back in her chair to watch as Becker strolled past, talking to Connor.
“Definitely a nine,” she said.
Jenny’s gaze followed her line of sight. “Who, Becker or Connor?”
“Becker. Connor’s a bit too skinny- he’s more of a six.”
“Oh, I don’t know. It’s at least a seven,” Abby said.
Sarah studied Connor’s backside as he bent over to pick something up; fine, seven, she thought.
“Now that is a ten.” Jenny pointed discreetly as Lester walked back to his office, his jacket off, giving them a good view.
Abby and Sarah both smiled, nodding in agreement.