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faye_dartmouth) wrote2012-09-19 09:47 pm
faye_dartmouth) wrote2012-09-19 09:47 pm
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Primeval fic: Traffic (Second Life verse)
Title: Traffic (AKA The Inevitable Extinction of Mankind)
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lena7142 created Feral Stephen.
A/N: Another one in the Continued Adventures of Feral Stephen. With thanks tolena7142 for just about everything.
Summary: Stuck in the car, Stephen and Cutter face one of their most trying foe yet. Sort of.
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“This is ridiculous.”
Cutter sighed, leaning back in the driver’s seat and trying to get comfortable. “It’s just traffic.”
In the seat next to him, Stephen was perched, stiff and glaring. “It’s not a practical way to facilitate any type of transportation.”
“Well, there are lots of people with places to go,” Cutter said with a shrug.
“And no one is getting anywhere,” Stephen pointed out. He gestured to the cars that stretched in front of them. “People lack common sense. Why don’t they just go!”
“There are traffic signals,” Cutter reminded him.
“That only messes things up even more,” Stephen groused. “There was never this kind of problem in the Permian. Dinosaurs are of lesser intelligence but we’re not as superior as we think we are.”
Cutter cast him a discerning look. “You want to go back then?”
Stephen’s shoulders slouched. “That’s not the point.”
“And what is the point again?”
Stephen thrust his hands out in frustration. “That this traffic could be the start of an evolutionary event that leads to our extinction!”
That was a bit melodramatic, but this Stephen did have a stronger flair with hyperbole. “We’re fine,” Cutter told him.
“It’s annoying,” Stephen shot back.
Cutter rolled his eyes. “It’s not so bad.”
“It wouldn’t be so bad if I drove,” he said, pouting a bit.
Cutter lifted his eyebrows. “You don’t have a license.”
“Which is also ridiculous!”
“With road rage like that, it’s probably for the best,” Cutter said.
“I can hunt the most dangerous predators of all time,” Stephen said petulantly. “I think I can handle traffic.”
Cutter gave him a look.
Stephen’s expression darkened and he slinked back in his seat. “Better than you, anyway,” he added tersely.
“Don’t worry,” Cutter said. “Maybe if you stop growling at Lester during meetings, he’ll be more keen on approving you for one.”
Stephen glared at him again. Then, he sighed. “Will this be much longer?”
Cutter glanced out the window, assessing the string of cars. “Probably a bit,” he said. “But we’ll have plenty of time to talk.”
Stephen shook his head, brow furrowed like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “I don’t want to talk.”
“So you’re just going to sulk?”
Stephen snorted. “No,” he said. Then he paused, cocking his head. “I think I’m going to run.”
Cutter laughed, because really, that was exactly a Stephen thing to do. Impulsive and self-directed and totally illogical for anyone who hadn’t spent ten years trying to survive with dinosaurs. He was going to joke back, to diffuse the situation with his winning humour when he realized that Stephen was gone.
He blinked, staring at the empty seat in surprise. The window was down. He heard something thump a ways up the road and Cutter looked out half in horror at the sight of Stephen, scaling one of the cars, jumping off its hood and landing lightly on the side of the road before taking off in a run down the side of the motorway.
And Cutter laughed again. “So much for traffic,” he said, shaking his head and making a mental note to tell Lester to put off the issue of getting Stephen a license for a long time yet. If the man could do this much on foot, Cutter was a little afraid to think of him behind the wheel.
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval;
lena7142 created Feral Stephen.A/N: Another one in the Continued Adventures of Feral Stephen. With thanks to
lena7142 for just about everything.Summary: Stuck in the car, Stephen and Cutter face one of their most trying foe yet. Sort of.
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“This is ridiculous.”
Cutter sighed, leaning back in the driver’s seat and trying to get comfortable. “It’s just traffic.”
In the seat next to him, Stephen was perched, stiff and glaring. “It’s not a practical way to facilitate any type of transportation.”
“Well, there are lots of people with places to go,” Cutter said with a shrug.
“And no one is getting anywhere,” Stephen pointed out. He gestured to the cars that stretched in front of them. “People lack common sense. Why don’t they just go!”
“There are traffic signals,” Cutter reminded him.
“That only messes things up even more,” Stephen groused. “There was never this kind of problem in the Permian. Dinosaurs are of lesser intelligence but we’re not as superior as we think we are.”
Cutter cast him a discerning look. “You want to go back then?”
Stephen’s shoulders slouched. “That’s not the point.”
“And what is the point again?”
Stephen thrust his hands out in frustration. “That this traffic could be the start of an evolutionary event that leads to our extinction!”
That was a bit melodramatic, but this Stephen did have a stronger flair with hyperbole. “We’re fine,” Cutter told him.
“It’s annoying,” Stephen shot back.
Cutter rolled his eyes. “It’s not so bad.”
“It wouldn’t be so bad if I drove,” he said, pouting a bit.
Cutter lifted his eyebrows. “You don’t have a license.”
“Which is also ridiculous!”
“With road rage like that, it’s probably for the best,” Cutter said.
“I can hunt the most dangerous predators of all time,” Stephen said petulantly. “I think I can handle traffic.”
Cutter gave him a look.
Stephen’s expression darkened and he slinked back in his seat. “Better than you, anyway,” he added tersely.
“Don’t worry,” Cutter said. “Maybe if you stop growling at Lester during meetings, he’ll be more keen on approving you for one.”
Stephen glared at him again. Then, he sighed. “Will this be much longer?”
Cutter glanced out the window, assessing the string of cars. “Probably a bit,” he said. “But we’ll have plenty of time to talk.”
Stephen shook his head, brow furrowed like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “I don’t want to talk.”
“So you’re just going to sulk?”
Stephen snorted. “No,” he said. Then he paused, cocking his head. “I think I’m going to run.”
Cutter laughed, because really, that was exactly a Stephen thing to do. Impulsive and self-directed and totally illogical for anyone who hadn’t spent ten years trying to survive with dinosaurs. He was going to joke back, to diffuse the situation with his winning humour when he realized that Stephen was gone.
He blinked, staring at the empty seat in surprise. The window was down. He heard something thump a ways up the road and Cutter looked out half in horror at the sight of Stephen, scaling one of the cars, jumping off its hood and landing lightly on the side of the road before taking off in a run down the side of the motorway.
And Cutter laughed again. “So much for traffic,” he said, shaking his head and making a mental note to tell Lester to put off the issue of getting Stephen a license for a long time yet. If the man could do this much on foot, Cutter was a little afraid to think of him behind the wheel.
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Feral Stephen and his talks with Cutter always make my day
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Lovely fic. I do like Nick and Stephen's bizarre conversations.
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Fabulous!
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Those boys even make traffic interesting *G*
LOL at Stephen escaping, especially via the window!
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That was a bit melodramatic, but this Stephen did have a stronger flair with hyperbole. “
Epic!
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Another fascinating slice of life between Cutter and feral!Stephen. I love the way he made his escape through the window, rather than the door!
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And of course he used the window -- he'd never do things the easy way :)
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Petulant Stephen
Fave Part:
“With road rage like that, it’s probably for the best,” Cutter said.
“I can hunt the most dangerous predators of all time,” Stephen said petulantly. “I think I can handle traffic.”
--tee hee!
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