Fic: The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers
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bigtitchTitle: The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers
Fandom: Primeval
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bigtitch
Characters: Lyle, Blade, Lester
Rating: Gen, U
Length: ~450
Warning: None
Notes: Written fromjoereaves's prompt - Lyle, like a child
Lyle and Blade surveyed Lester's attic with misgiving.
"Are you sure you know what's his?"
"Lester said all his boxes were labelled, look." Lyle pointed to a neatly printed name on a cardboard box.
Blade lifted it up. The bottom split and the contents spilled over his feet. "Bloody hell!"
"How did you ever pass covert surveillance? It's just as well Lady Lester isn't around to see this."
"She's not going to care what happens to his stuff, though, is she?"
"She'll care about what damage you do to her house. She's keeping it, remember?"
Blade looked around for something to change a touchy subject. "Is that what I think it is?" he asked, pulling an orange mangled shape from the pile on the floor.
"It's a space-hopper," Lyle said.
"I haven't seen one in years," Blade said.
He looked around and found a bicycle pump. The two men exchanged glances and grinned. Some things were inevitable. It was the work of minutes to inflate the hopper to its former glory. Blade put it behind his legs and prepared to bounce.
"Blade! Have some sense!" Lyle said. "The floor won't take it here!"
The landing floor down from the attic was judged to be strong enough and Blade bounced around quite happily for a while. He stood up and offered the orange ball to Lyle.
Lyle took it with a nostalgic smile. "I bounced down the staircase with one of these once."
Blade laughed. "Bet you couldn't do that now."
Lieutenant Jon Lyle had not got where he was without being able to smell an opportunity. "How much?"
"Twenty quid says you can't make it to entrance hall on that thing."
Lyle spat in his palm and held out his hand. "Done!"
The sound of a six-foot tall, SAS lieutenant bouncing down three flights of stairs on a space-hopper is distinctive, but not easily identifiable, so it was with understandable curiosity that Sir James Lester came into the hall from the ground-floor sitting room. He was in time to see his lover negotiate the last few steps and land on the tiled floor of the hall with a whoop of triumph.
Lyle stood up with an air of satisfaction that matched Neil Armstrong's after his 'small step'.
"Are you insane!" Lester yelled at him. "How old are you? Eight?"
"Certainly not!" Lyle replied, offended. "When I was eight I broke my wrist trying that. And I only reached the first landing. Now I can do it properly!"
Fandom: Primeval
Author:
bigtitchCharacters: Lyle, Blade, Lester
Rating: Gen, U
Length: ~450
Warning: None
Notes: Written from
joereaves's prompt - Lyle, like a childLyle and Blade surveyed Lester's attic with misgiving.
"Are you sure you know what's his?"
"Lester said all his boxes were labelled, look." Lyle pointed to a neatly printed name on a cardboard box.
Blade lifted it up. The bottom split and the contents spilled over his feet. "Bloody hell!"
"How did you ever pass covert surveillance? It's just as well Lady Lester isn't around to see this."
"She's not going to care what happens to his stuff, though, is she?"
"She'll care about what damage you do to her house. She's keeping it, remember?"
Blade looked around for something to change a touchy subject. "Is that what I think it is?" he asked, pulling an orange mangled shape from the pile on the floor.
"It's a space-hopper," Lyle said.
"I haven't seen one in years," Blade said.
He looked around and found a bicycle pump. The two men exchanged glances and grinned. Some things were inevitable. It was the work of minutes to inflate the hopper to its former glory. Blade put it behind his legs and prepared to bounce.
"Blade! Have some sense!" Lyle said. "The floor won't take it here!"
The landing floor down from the attic was judged to be strong enough and Blade bounced around quite happily for a while. He stood up and offered the orange ball to Lyle.
Lyle took it with a nostalgic smile. "I bounced down the staircase with one of these once."
Blade laughed. "Bet you couldn't do that now."
Lieutenant Jon Lyle had not got where he was without being able to smell an opportunity. "How much?"
"Twenty quid says you can't make it to entrance hall on that thing."
Lyle spat in his palm and held out his hand. "Done!"
The sound of a six-foot tall, SAS lieutenant bouncing down three flights of stairs on a space-hopper is distinctive, but not easily identifiable, so it was with understandable curiosity that Sir James Lester came into the hall from the ground-floor sitting room. He was in time to see his lover negotiate the last few steps and land on the tiled floor of the hall with a whoop of triumph.
Lyle stood up with an air of satisfaction that matched Neil Armstrong's after his 'small step'.
"Are you insane!" Lester yelled at him. "How old are you? Eight?"
"Certainly not!" Lyle replied, offended. "When I was eight I broke my wrist trying that. And I only reached the first landing. Now I can do it properly!"
