goldarrow: (Stephen-Ryan)
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Title: Not Exactly Hovering
Author: goldarrow
Characters/Pairing: Team-fic. Most of the SFs belong to [ profile] fredbassett, who kindly lends them out.
Words: 685
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Everyone recognisable belongs to Impossible Pictures, not me. I make no profit, and promise to return them, slightly mussed but in superb spirits, once I’m done playing with them.

For the Challenge: Monthly for March 2016

The Windhover - Gerard Manley Hopkins

Not Exactly Hovering


“Duck, damn it!”

“Fucking thing’s dive-bombing me!”


“Damn it!”

Having been amongst the first to duck for cover, Stephen stared out at the carnage. Eyes wide, he watched as the Special Forces team scattered, diving under bushes, tree limbs, building overhangs, any place that could provide protection.

“Another couple of seconds, and they’d have taken the standing order to stop short of lethal force and thrown it right out the window.”

At Cutter’s half-amused, half-horrified tone of voice, Stephen lost his battle with his own reactions. He did, however, manage to stifle his guffaw down into a slightly strangled giggle.

“Who was it who said they don’t protect their nests?” He gasped, barely able to get the words out.

“Some stupid fucking scientist!” On Stephen’s other side, Finn lay there, eyes intent and angry on the Archaeopteryx that had landed in the tree in the centre of the university quad. The soldier’s expression said clearly that he’d love to use his sharp-shooting skills to their highest level right about now.

“Exactly right,” Cutter responded, also watching the creature as it glared balefully at the men from its vantage point. “Scientists can only extrapolate from what we can see in the fossil record. We also thought that Archaeopteryx wasn’t capable of sustained flight, but this one certainly seems to be able to get around pretty well.”

“Yeah, pretty well.” Stephen sat up, and the creature ruffled its feathers. He sank down again. “That’s not going to work.”

Abby crawled up behind them. “Here. Try this.” She held out a large net. “Maybe you can tangle it in the folds.”

Stephen handed her his own dark look, but she simply grinned back.

“What? I’m not tall enough!”

After taking a moment to beat his forehead against the ground, Stephen took the net from her.

“Guys, we need to hurry up. The anomaly’s closing.” Connor sounded slightly alarmed.

Finn took the other side of the net from Stephen and nodded. “Ready when you are.”

The two men stood up slowly, and the archaeopteryx mantled again, but didn’t take off this time.

Ryan stood also, moving parallel to Stephen and Finn, but slightly ahead. “Let’s see if it will go after me. Try to tangle it.”

“It’s a fuckload quicker than we thought, boss,” Finn warned. “Be ready to duck.”

“I’m more than ready. Fiver’s got a three inch gash on his head, and Blade’s forearm is ripped open to the bone. We catch it now, or we take it down.”

A fairly fraught five minutes later, Stephen and Finn held the creature firmly enfolded within the net, and its nest, with one egg residing in it, was being cradled carefully by Ryan.

“Right, let’s get this bastard home again,” the captain said. He stepped forward into the anomaly, followed closely by Ditzy.

Stephen nodded at Finn, and the two men walked through the dancing light into the warmth of a Jurassic day. They made short work of wedging the nest into a conveniently growing conifer before starting to untangle the archaeopteryx.

Once the creature was almost clear, it started struggling madly, Stephen and Finn holding on for dear life. Ryan pulled his Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife and made short work of slicing through the remaining folds. The three men pelted back through the flickering anomaly as it closed, the shrieks of the angry creature echoing in their ears as it leapt out of the remains of the net and landed on the branch beside its nest.

“Fucking hell,” Finn muttered, checking out the angry scratches on the back of his hand. “That bird was almost worse than those fucking little raptor things last month.”

Stephen clapped him on the shoulder, surreptitiously steering him towards the waiting Ditzy.

“I think they’re all terrific and terrible in their own ways,” he said softly, “but at least that one’s back where it belongs.”

Finn’s frown faded into a slightly sheepish grin. “Yeah. Best we can do.” His grin widened. “But our Ms Brown is going to have a right awful time explaining this one to the university bigwigs.”

Stephen winced.

Date: 2016-03-25 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Love Abby's reason for not capturing it and yep, Jenny's not going to be happy ;)

Date: 2016-03-25 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*g* Thanks!

Date: 2016-03-25 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That was fun!

Date: 2016-03-25 10:03 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-03-25 10:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hee, very exciting!

Date: 2016-03-26 07:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*g* Thanks!

Date: 2016-03-26 08:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
LOL! They could claim it was a giant parakeet! We saw a large one yesterday in the pub garden.

Date: 2016-03-26 06:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That's an excellent idea!

Date: 2016-03-26 10:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

LOL at Stephen doing the head-thwap ;)

Awww at Ryan with the nest

Glad it all worked out okay, and perhaps Claudia should come to us for creative writing/excuses!

Date: 2016-03-26 06:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*g* I thought you might catch that line.
We certainly should be Claudia's official advisors!

Date: 2016-03-27 03:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That was close! Phew!

Great team fic. *grins at Abby's remark*

Date: 2016-03-27 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*g* Abby isn't a fool...


Date: 2016-04-01 06:30 pm (UTC)
fififolle: (Primeval - Ryan Cutter laugh Ryan surpri)
From: [personal profile] fififolle
Such a cool scene!! Poor boys all slashed up *g*

Date: 2016-04-05 11:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Heeee! In more ways than one...


Date: 2016-04-28 09:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hee! I love the scientists all being wrong!

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