Birthday Ficlet: Frustration
Dec. 15th, 2011 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nietieTitle: Frustration
Word Count: 682
Rating: 14
Characters/Pairing: Ryan, Stephen
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made, Primeval and its characters belong to Impossible Pictures
Author Notes: a birthday fic for the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
telperion_15. I used your prompt for an angsty scene.
Thanks tofififolle for the beta!
Finally Ryan had time to use the ARC’s toilets. He’d needed to take a piss for hours.
Standing at one of the urinals, he relieved himself with a sigh.
All of sudden he heard sounds coming from one of the cubicles.
It sounded like sobbing.
He zipped up, quickly washed his hands and went to the cubicle’s closed door.
He softly knocked.
“Who’s in there? Are you all right?” he asked.
The sobbing intensified.
It was definitely a man, but Ryan couldn’t determine who it was.
“Connor? Is that you?” He thought the geeky boy was the most likely candidate to cry in frustration, anger or any other intense emotion.
“Go away!” he heard.
“Stephen?... Please, open the door. I want to help.”
“You can’t help!” the man in the cubicle shouted. But at the same moment the cubicle’s door opened and Stephen came out. His eyes were red-rimmed, his cheeks wet with tears and his hair was a terrible mess. To Ryan he looked more attractive than ever.
“What happened?” Ryan asked softly. He wanted to touch the other man, to comfort him, but he didn’t want Stephen to retreat back into the cubicle or to close up emotionally.
“Cutter! Professor Cutter! That’s what happened!” Stephen spat out the words.
Ryan rolled his eyes. The stubborn scientist wasn’t Ryan’s favourite person either. “What did he do this time?”
“I can’t get through to him! I want to talk to him about the scientific meaning of the anomalies and its consequences. Not only to us, but also to the public. I want to discuss with him how and when we should tell people what is actually happening.”
“Why doesn’t he want to talk about it? It’s a valid question and it concerns our work and his scientific area,” Ryan asked.
“Because he doesn’t see me as Stephen Hart, his scientific partner!” Stephen almost screamed now.
Before Ryan could ask more, Stephen raged on.
“His wife Helen is standing between us now. He keeps pushing and pulling at me. One moment he tells me the past is the past, the next it seems as if he wants me dead. I almost got killed today, because he hesitated to help me.”
Stephen started sobbing again. “I hate this!” he screamed and struck his hand against the wall. “I want him to listen to me, to talk to me!”
“Shhh, you’re going to hurt yourself,” Ryan tried to soothe him. “You care about him. He cares about you, I’m sure of that. Although he won’t show it.”
“Stubborn bastard.” Stephen’s sobs were quieting down a bit.
“Maybe he’s jealous of you?” Ryan said.
“Jealous? Why would he be jealous?” Stephen’s voice was very soft now. “What happened between me and Helen was years ago. I’ve told him that.”
“But maybe he’s jealous that you gave your love to her.... and not to him.”
Stephen was silent now, in complete surprise.
“Do you love him?” Ryan asked softly.
“No!”
“Then why are you so frustrated? Somehow you want his approval, his affection.”
“Only because I want him to listen to me! To see me as a fellow scientist. To discuss scientific things with him, without our personal issues standing between us. Nothing else. Gah! Love him? No way. I love somebody else.”
“Abby? Are you seeing Abby?”
“What? No! That was a delirious fling.”
“Well, you better go to that person now. You could do with some TLC,” Ryan suggested.
Stephen seemed to have calmed down, so there wasn't much Ryan could do anymore. Well, he wanted to do a lot more with the attractive scientist, but that would be inappropriate.
“Yeah, I think I could,” Stephen sighed. “But I can’t go to that person though.”
“Why? Because of the Official Secrets Act? That you can’t talk about your work?”
“No, that person has signed the Official Secrets Act too.”
“Well, go to her then.” Ryan was getting impatient, almost frustrated.
“I can’t,” Stephen blushed. ”Because that person is right here, you dickhead.”
Ryan’s surprised response was smothered by a kiss.
A kiss he answered wholeheartedly.
Word Count: 682
Rating: 14
Characters/Pairing: Ryan, Stephen
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made, Primeval and its characters belong to Impossible Pictures
Author Notes: a birthday fic for the wonderful
telperion_15. I used your prompt for an angsty scene.Thanks to
fififolle for the beta! Finally Ryan had time to use the ARC’s toilets. He’d needed to take a piss for hours.
Standing at one of the urinals, he relieved himself with a sigh.
All of sudden he heard sounds coming from one of the cubicles.
It sounded like sobbing.
He zipped up, quickly washed his hands and went to the cubicle’s closed door.
He softly knocked.
“Who’s in there? Are you all right?” he asked.
The sobbing intensified.
It was definitely a man, but Ryan couldn’t determine who it was.
“Connor? Is that you?” He thought the geeky boy was the most likely candidate to cry in frustration, anger or any other intense emotion.
“Go away!” he heard.
“Stephen?... Please, open the door. I want to help.”
“You can’t help!” the man in the cubicle shouted. But at the same moment the cubicle’s door opened and Stephen came out. His eyes were red-rimmed, his cheeks wet with tears and his hair was a terrible mess. To Ryan he looked more attractive than ever.
“What happened?” Ryan asked softly. He wanted to touch the other man, to comfort him, but he didn’t want Stephen to retreat back into the cubicle or to close up emotionally.
“Cutter! Professor Cutter! That’s what happened!” Stephen spat out the words.
Ryan rolled his eyes. The stubborn scientist wasn’t Ryan’s favourite person either. “What did he do this time?”
“I can’t get through to him! I want to talk to him about the scientific meaning of the anomalies and its consequences. Not only to us, but also to the public. I want to discuss with him how and when we should tell people what is actually happening.”
“Why doesn’t he want to talk about it? It’s a valid question and it concerns our work and his scientific area,” Ryan asked.
“Because he doesn’t see me as Stephen Hart, his scientific partner!” Stephen almost screamed now.
Before Ryan could ask more, Stephen raged on.
“His wife Helen is standing between us now. He keeps pushing and pulling at me. One moment he tells me the past is the past, the next it seems as if he wants me dead. I almost got killed today, because he hesitated to help me.”
Stephen started sobbing again. “I hate this!” he screamed and struck his hand against the wall. “I want him to listen to me, to talk to me!”
“Shhh, you’re going to hurt yourself,” Ryan tried to soothe him. “You care about him. He cares about you, I’m sure of that. Although he won’t show it.”
“Stubborn bastard.” Stephen’s sobs were quieting down a bit.
“Maybe he’s jealous of you?” Ryan said.
“Jealous? Why would he be jealous?” Stephen’s voice was very soft now. “What happened between me and Helen was years ago. I’ve told him that.”
“But maybe he’s jealous that you gave your love to her.... and not to him.”
Stephen was silent now, in complete surprise.
“Do you love him?” Ryan asked softly.
“No!”
“Then why are you so frustrated? Somehow you want his approval, his affection.”
“Only because I want him to listen to me! To see me as a fellow scientist. To discuss scientific things with him, without our personal issues standing between us. Nothing else. Gah! Love him? No way. I love somebody else.”
“Abby? Are you seeing Abby?”
“What? No! That was a delirious fling.”
“Well, you better go to that person now. You could do with some TLC,” Ryan suggested.
Stephen seemed to have calmed down, so there wasn't much Ryan could do anymore. Well, he wanted to do a lot more with the attractive scientist, but that would be inappropriate.
“Yeah, I think I could,” Stephen sighed. “But I can’t go to that person though.”
“Why? Because of the Official Secrets Act? That you can’t talk about your work?”
“No, that person has signed the Official Secrets Act too.”
“Well, go to her then.” Ryan was getting impatient, almost frustrated.
“I can’t,” Stephen blushed. ”Because that person is right here, you dickhead.”
Ryan’s surprised response was smothered by a kiss.
A kiss he answered wholeheartedly.
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Date: 2011-12-15 01:49 pm (UTC)Ryan’s surprised response was smothered by a kiss.
A kiss he answered wholeheartedly."
Wonderful!
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Date: 2011-12-15 02:18 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it. Thanks!
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Date: 2011-12-15 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-15 05:19 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-12-15 04:00 pm (UTC)Thank you very much!
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Date: 2011-12-15 05:21 pm (UTC)You're welcome! I hope you're having a fab day.
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Date: 2011-12-15 09:51 pm (UTC)Aaaawwww *melts*
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Date: 2011-12-16 07:29 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-12-16 07:29 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-12-16 07:30 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-12-16 07:31 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-12-15 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-16 07:31 pm (UTC)And I love angst, but I love happy endings even more *g*
Thank you!
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Date: 2011-12-17 09:26 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-12-18 10:45 am (UTC)Glad that Ryan was there to do some comforting - LOL at the wording of Stephen's revelation.
I think Stephen's day is on the upswing *G*
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Date: 2011-12-18 11:14 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-12-18 06:27 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2012-01-04 06:15 pm (UTC)Thank you!