Primeval drabble: Ultimatum (Kept verse)
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faye_dartmouthTitle: Ultimatum
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval.
A/N: I have a feeling my need for dialogue to give this series an appropriate arc would seem more fitting and less infuriating if not read it weekly 100 word increments. I ask for patience -- the end is in sight :) Part of my Kept drabble verse.
Summary: No one has to get hurt.
-o-
On the ground, Helen was frozen. Her chest heaved, her eyes fixed on the gun turning a steady gaze at Stephen. “So, this is it?”
Stephen shifted. His aim was perfect, but his hands were sweaty as he held her within his sights. “No one has to get hurt.”
Her lips turned up sardonically. “You want to just make do and mend, then?”
“I just want to go home,” Stephen pleaded.
“And if I say over my dead body?” she asked.
Stephen’s chest tightened. “It doesn’t have to be like this.”
“Oh, Stephen,” she said. “I really think it does.”
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval.
A/N: I have a feeling my need for dialogue to give this series an appropriate arc would seem more fitting and less infuriating if not read it weekly 100 word increments. I ask for patience -- the end is in sight :) Part of my Kept drabble verse.
Summary: No one has to get hurt.
-o-
On the ground, Helen was frozen. Her chest heaved, her eyes fixed on the gun turning a steady gaze at Stephen. “So, this is it?”
Stephen shifted. His aim was perfect, but his hands were sweaty as he held her within his sights. “No one has to get hurt.”
Her lips turned up sardonically. “You want to just make do and mend, then?”
“I just want to go home,” Stephen pleaded.
“And if I say over my dead body?” she asked.
Stephen’s chest tightened. “It doesn’t have to be like this.”
“Oh, Stephen,” she said. “I really think it does.”
