athene (deinonychus_1) wrote,

Birthday fic for Ali: Mud Bath

Happy Birthday Ali. Hope you have a great day.

Title: Mud Bath
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Ryan/Connor
Rating: 15
Warnings: fluff 
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 570
Summary: Connor visits Sanctuary again, and Ryan suspects the Management are planning something...
AN: Birthday fic for mysteriousaliwz, who created Sanctuary and thus spawned the insanity!    


            It was raining. It had been raining for the last seven days of April, and the large garden at the back of Sanctuary was becoming a quagmire of epic proportions.

Ryan sighed and glared out of the window.

“Management? Can’t you do something about the bloody weather?”

“Um, hang on a minute, let me check the date.”

“Check the date?” Ryan asked, with a slightly incredulous tone. “What does the date have to do with anything?”

There was a quiet mumbled reply, and the only word that Ryan caught was ‘birthday’.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re planning something, aren’t you?”

There was a decidedly shifty silence.

Suddenly something clicked in Ryan’s brain. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with that extension to the bathroom, and the new bath, would it?”

The new bath had seemed excessive, even by Sanctuary standards. It was less a bath and more like a small swimming pool, complete with Jacuzzi and a small sauna room, and had required yet another extension to the building. Ryan had yet to try it out, as the paint and plaster had barely finished drying the day before.

“Hi, Ryan.”

Connor ambled in, visitor pass pinned to his rather tight t-shirt.

Ryan rolled his eyes again. Now it all made sense.

“Hi, Connor. I wouldn’t get too comfortable, we’re going outside.”

Connor frowned. “It’s pouring down. Where’s Stephen and Cutter?”

“Still sleeping off last night’s activities, lazy sods. Seriously, Connor, don’t sit down.”

Connor paused, bum hovering over the sofa, halfway through the motion of sitting down.


Ryan could see there was going to be no point trying to explain. Management were so going to owe him for this one.

“Sorry, Connor.”

Ryan picked Connor up and threw him over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, and carried the struggling, protesting young man to the back door and out into the garden. Then he dumped him unceremoniously into the biggest muddy puddle he could find.

“What was that for?” Connor spluttered when he finally managed to sit up. Soaking wet, splattered with mud, with water dripping from the hair that had flopped down across his face, Ryan couldn’t help the mental comparison to a bedraggled puppy. A very annoyed bedraggled puppy.

“Sorry,” Ryan said. “If it helps at all, we’ve got a really fantastic new bath that needs christening today once we’re done here.”

Connor pouted, and flicked mud at Ryan.

Ryan was rapidly becoming aware of the fact that his t-shirt was soaked and sticking to his body, as the rain continued to pour down on them.

Oh, what the hell.

He pounced on Connor and shoved him back into the mud, and what followed was several minutes of half groping, half mud fight.

By the time they finally stopped, laughing and panting for breath, they were both soaked through, and had mud in several places that Ryan didn’t want to think about too hard.

He stood, and offered Connor a hand up.

“Come on. If we’re lucky the others will have made breakfast by the time we’ve got cleaned up.”

Connor got up, grumbling half-heartedly about the state of his clothes.

Abruptly, the rain stopped, and, as if by magic, the sun popped out from behind a cloud, warming Ryan’s skin immediately.

Ryan rolled his eyes again. He was going to have serious words with the Management later. After he’d tried out that new bath, of course.


Tags: connor temple, connor/ryan, fanfic, slash, tom ryan

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