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Primeval/Chaos: When We Collide 3/16

June 11th, 2012 (06:33 am)

feeling: pessimistic

A/N: I’m so glad people are enjoying it! This chapter is on the shorter side and mostly just prep for the heart of the action to come. Continued thanks to lukadreaming for her help.

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As far as a first mission went, this one sort of exceeded all of Billy’s expectations. Yes, he had been confident that his first solo performance in the field would be dramatic. Probably life-threatening with ample room for heroics.

But dinosaurs and doppelgangers and traveling through time and space? It made the endless piss-taking since his arrival at MI5 finally seem worthwhile.

This had him bouncier than usual, and as he went about his preparations, he found himself humming a little ditty under his breath. Mara, one of the girls from tactical support had ushered him into a room to carry out his transformation. She was a sweet girl – cute, too – and Billy couldn’t help but flirt with her more than he normally might.

She was unusually receptive to it, too. It seemed as though being the big spy with the latest hot mission made a difference to everyone.

Everyone except Stephen, that was.

The other man followed Billy reticently, his presence explicitly requested in order to modify Billy’s look enough to pass. Mara had sat him in a chair and ordered him to be quite still while Billy’s hair was styled – rather, unstyled. She added a few highlights to brighten it up a bit for the natural outdoors look Stephen sported and then simply dried it and tousled it, letting it flop haphazardly about.

She offered him the razor to trim his stubble a bit and then somehow produced some clothing that matched Stephen’s ensemble exactly, straight down to the stains and stretched bits. It was MI5 at its finest; the craftsmanship and precision – they’d been clearly planning this contingency for a while.

Stephen endured all this without so much as a word. He replied in brief monosyllables when asked direct questions, but beyond that, he sat stiff and silent in his assigned chair. The tightness in his shoulders was painfully obviously, and the look on his face was a mix of contempt and total discomfort.

Billy couldn’t blame him, exactly. The story the other man had spun was not a happy one. Stephen Hart had more issues than even he himself was aware of. From the domineering woman who had probably ruined his chance at meaningful adult companionship to the intense guilt he felt over ruining the one relationship that he had managed to foster, Stephen was in more than something of a bind. No wonder he was confused. The person he wanted to trust would have nothing to do with him and the person he was trying to let go of was the only one talking to him at all.

It was a recipe for disaster. If the poor bloke hadn’t turned up on MI5’s doorstep, he probably would have wound up dead.

And that, in Billy’s estimation, would have been a damn shame. Genetics such as his should never be put to waste. The eyelashes alone – it would be sacrilege.

Even with a certain sympathy, Billy could not keep himself from grinning. When Mara had finished, he stood up and examined himself in the mirror. Without the suit, he looked suitably unprofessional. He buckled up his posture, keeping his shoulders rigid and guarded, forcing his lips from a smile into something of a contained scowl.

And there it was.

Stephen Hart.

From his chair, Stephen shifted.

Billy turned, his smile breaking through again. “Not bad, eh?” he said, holding his arms out to display his new appearance proudly. “I certainly don’t have the same angst and brooding expression, but I think it’s passable, don’t you?”

Warily, Stephen eyed him. “It’s more than appearances,” he said, somewhat sullenly.

“Of course,” Billy replied. Seeing Stephen not reassured, Billy changed his tactics. “I know this must be hard, but I can assure you I am skilled, trained and thoroughly ready for this assignment. I will do everything to protect your reputation while unearthing the cause of all these undue tensions.”

The promise seemed to get through to Stephen. He shifted, face showing hints of vulnerability through the tight mask he clearly tried to keep in place. “It’s not about me,” he said, voice sounding just a little hoarse. “The people who work there – my team – they’re good people. I want to protect them and I want to protect the public. What we do there – it’s dangerous. I just don’t want to see any more people get hurt.”

This was true, Billy could see. Stephen did care about people. He cared about his team. He was practical and altruistic, which was a noble combination. It also probably made him more than a little naïve.

But the protective streak was one thing they had in common.

Billy moved closer, hooking a chair and turning it so he could sit facing Stephen. “My first duty is to protect,” he said. “I hold that mission to be sacrosanct, the ultimate good my paltry life can offer a fallen world.”

Stephen looked up at him, gaze steady. “You have no idea what it’s like,” he said. “The file – it can’t do it justice.”

Billy shrugged. “I live in a world of impossible things,” he said. “It’s true that spying isn’t all that James Bond makes it out to be, but the atrocities of mankind are my primary focus. Stopping people from committing murder and genocide really does make the occasional dinosaur a little less potent.”

“But no less deadly,” Stephen said. “And if people had control over the anomalies – if we used them to alter history, to scramble timelines—“

Billy understood. “Aye,” he said. “That would be the most powerful weapon of control and mass destruction available.”

“Exactly,” Stephen said. “The system now – there’s no accountability. There’s no order. We go on hunches and luck and most of the time it works out.”

“But some day it might not,” Billy surmised.

Stephen slumped a little, and Billy knew he’d hit close to home.

Gently, Billy leaned forward. “You’ve done the right thing,” he said. “I know it may seem like a lot, but we can help you. I can help you.”

Stephen took a breath, pursing his lips. His gaze was harder when he met Billy’s eyes again. “Just keep them safe.”

Billy nodded solemnly. “You have my word.”

“Keep Cutter safe,” Stephen nodded.

Billy cocked his head, curious at the specificity of the request.

Stephen squirmed ever so slightly, brow furrowed. “He’s too hard-headed to see when he might be wrong. He’s even more stubborn if he actually might need help. But the harder he pushes, the harder you have to push back. No matter what.”

That was the way parents talked about children, spouses talked about their mates. Best friends, soul mates…

Stephen wouldn’t admit it, but Billy didn’t need him to.

More than that, it was all he needed to steady his resolve. This mission was more than his first solo mission. It would be his first real success. The goal was to out the traitor, protect the project, safeguard the public: all good and right things.

His last goal, just as important as the rest, was to rectify the broken relationships in Stephen’s life, starting and ending with one Nick Cutter.

Billy nodded, his smile growing confident now. “No matter what,” he promised.


Stephen had to admit it, Billy Collins was good at what he did. Talking face to face with the man, it was hard not to believe him. His cool and easy demeanour was disarming and reassuring. It would be much easier to trust him, to sit back and relax and know that things were finally going to be fixed, one way or another.

It wasn’t in Stephen’s nature, however, to do things the easy way. He wasn’t prone to taking the easy way out, even when he probably should. After all, anyone with half a mind would have walked straight out of Helen Cutter’s office the minute she came onto him, but here he was, all these years later, still trying to make it sense of it.

Still trying and mostly failing. He’d been loyal and devoted and believing, and now he had nothing to show for it. His work to make amends, to rebuild a better life, to deserve Cutter’s friendship – it was all for naught.

Cutter wouldn’t talk to him. Helen couldn’t be trusted. That just left Billy Collins and his slippery charm and enthusiastic antics. Taking over his life, entrusted with his friends, playacting in his job, all while a traitor milled about and Helen slunk freely about. Eight years of tenuous control and now Stephen was giving it all up to a relative stranger who was quick to smile and overzealous in chitchat.

True, he’d related all he could to the other man. He’d explained the way to tease Connor, the way to make Abby blush. He’d talked about how to always say Cutter, not Nick unless things were really serious. Even with all this, it didn’t seem to be enough. Nothing seemed to be enough.

Needless to say, Stephen didn’t sleep well at all. Of course, it didn’t help that he’d been forced to stay at MI5. He worried about the possibility of an anomaly, but they’d insisted that it was a necessary risk. The room they’d given him had had the basic amenities, but the bed had had starchy sheets and the man at the door looked harmless enough, but Stephen had his suspicions otherwise.

It seemed fitting, though. Stephen had sacrificed all that was good in his life by sleeping with Helen as a naïve postgraduate student and now he was turning over his very liberty voluntarily.

Helen was right about him. Definitely not her brightest student.

The thing was, he just wanted to do the right thing. That was why he hadn’t told Cutter. That was why he couldn’t write Helen off. That was why he was here.

He told himself that again and again as he paced the confines of the newest conference room he’d been ferried to. It was different than before, complete with an array of technical components that Stephen vaguely recognised. There was a computer and a television, along with what appeared to be audio equipment and a full assortment of jacks and hook-ups.

None of it seemed to be active, however, and the expressionless men in suits who had ushered him here made no attempts to explain it. Instead, they’d offered him some breakfast but Stephen hadn’t touched it. He knew he was probably hungry, but the gnawing ache in his stomach wouldn’t be sated with a muffin and coffee. It wouldn’t be okay until the traitor was out, Helen’s motives were revealed, the public was safe, and Stephen’s friends were secure.

When the door opened, he half expected another nameless bloke to offer him orange juice, but this time it was Fredericks. He was wearing another nondescript suit and carrying a large file. Behind him, two men came carrying various equipment. As Fredericks approached the table, the other two fanned out, opening their equipment and plugging into the compute console and equipment already in the room.

Fredericks smiled at him. “Good night?”

Stephen stared, wondering if the man could actually be serious.

“Right,” Fredericks said, putting down the file. He nodded to the other men. “We’re just getting set up here. We have to get our surveillance in place before we send Billy out into the field.”

Stephen fidgeted, watching the men work for a moment. “We’ll be able to hear him?”

Fredericks nodded, arranging his papers before sitting down in the chair. “We should have full audio and visual,” he confirmed.

There was, of course, one obvious problem in Stephen’s mind. “Won’t that be a bit obvious? The work environment isn’t exactly predictable.”

“Yes,” Fredericks mused wryly. “You never know when you may get whisked away to fight dinosaurs.”

“It’s not some kind of joke,” Stephen said, bristling.

“You’ve got Britain’s finest at your beck and call,” Fredericks returned. “I hardly think anything about this is funny.”

To that, Stephen had no effective reply. He turned, pacing back toward the table uncomfortably. He didn’t want to be difficult, but the uncertainty of it all was getting to him.

Fredericks didn’t seemed bothered by any of it. He pulled a watch out of his pocket and put it on the table.

“It’s a watch,” Stephen observed, wondering what he was missing.

Fredericks gave him an avuncular look. “It’s a high-grade GPS with audio/visual components built in. The transmitter is undetectable but it will relay a quality feed directly back to us.”

Stephen frowned, leaning closer. “It just looks like a watch.”

“Yes,” Fredericks said. “That is rather the point though, isn’t it?”

Stephen was both mollified and offended. He wasn’t sure what response to appropriately fashion when the door opened again and Billy walked inside.

He’d seen the transformation yesterday, of course, but it still caught him off guard. Because while the hair had looked passable and the clothing fitted, it had still been Billy – flippant and buoyant and ridiculous – playing out some farce.

Today, however, it was different.

It was Stephen.

From the guarded way he carried himself to the drawn expression on his face, it was himself. The darkened blue eyes, the slightly wrinkled shirt and scuffed boots.

Stephen’s heart stuttered, breath catching in his throat. Did he really look like that? Broody and frustrated and…empty? The clothes and the hair was part of the story, but the expression – without the inherent joy in Billy’s expression, he was entirely transformed.

How long had it been like that? How long had it been since Stephen had smiled? Since he’d laughed? Since he’d felt free and good? The last eight years with Cutter had been the best of his life, but ever since the anomalies, ever since Helen came back…

It had to end. One way or another, it had to end. No more secrets. No more cover-ups. This was it, and Stephen would trust the likes of Billy Collins if he had to.

His resolve was shaken, however, when Billy’s face split with a grin. “Good morning, all,” he said cheerily, rounding toward the table and pulling a chair back noisily as he sat down with affectation. “How are we doing on this ever-thrilling morning?”

Fredericks look exasperated – Stephen was getting the impression that such behaviour was not out of the ordinary for Billy. Stephen merely felt his anxiety level rise again.

“Thrilled, I’m sure,” Fredericks replied dully. He laid out his papers. “Now are we all fully briefed on the mission?”

Billy nodded readily. “Aye, briefed and ready,” he reported.

Fredericks did not look particularly convinced, no matter how much vigour Billy mustered for his voice. “The main objective is to determine the source of the leak at the ARC. We must identify the person or persons responsible in order to properly apprehend them and neutralise the threat. Our timeline is tight on this one because intelligence provided by Mr Hart suggests that something may be related to the press in the near future. We would like to prevent this in order to minimise any potential risk to the public and the project.”

Stephen cleared his throat, stiffening in his seat.

Fredericks eyed him warily. “Something to add, Mr Hart?”

Stephen fidgeted, but he hadn’t come this far for nothing. “I’m not so convinced that we need to keep the project a secret,” he said.

Fredericks quirked an eyebrow. “You came here telling us of the mole that might make such a leak happen.”

“Yeah, because I don’t know the motivations behind it,” he said. “I mean, Helen has a point about the anomalies. People die because we keep them in the dark. It’s only a matter of time until we won’t be able to hide the anomalies at all.”

Billy watched him, utterly fascinated.

Fredericks stared for a moment. “That’s noble,” he said without much enthusiasm. “If somewhat naïve. Besides, it is not our place to say what the public should or should not know.”

“But secrets are poison,” Stephen interjected, voice rougher than he intended. “They never end well.”

“Indeed,” Billy said. “Though I dare say, the truth doesn’t always abide by a happy ending either.”

Stephen sunk back in his seat.

Fredericks picked up the conversation. “With motivations still unknown, we are all in agreement that determining the source of the leak is paramount.”

Stephen nodded reluctantly. “I just want the team to be protected,” he added. “I mean, I still think that we’re playing with fire by keeping secrets, but the team’s my main concern. If we’re not all communicating, then we’re vulnerable. If we’re vulnerable, we’re going to make mistakes. Mistakes in this job get people killed.”

“Well put,” Billy said, far too sincere.

Stephen looked at him, unable to control a burst of disdain. “This is serious,” he said. “People’s lives are at stake. My life. My friends—“

“Cutter,” Billy concluded. “I’m aware.”

To that, Stephen had no reply.

Fredericks worked his way back in carefully. “So our first targets to assess will be the team,” he said. He glanced toward Stephen. “Any particular advice on that front?”

Stephen forced himself to focus – for the team. He took a breath, finding his calm. “Connor will be easy. He’s always ready to talk, especially if you actually listen to him,” he said. “He’s like the tagalong little brother, and if you just pay him a little attention, you’ll find out everything he knows.”

Billy nodded. “So play with the puppy and all will be well,” he said.

Stephen ignored the condescending description. “Abby’s going to be a bit more reticent,” he said, stomach constricting.

“Not the friendly sort?” Billy prompted.

“Not the kind who likes to hang out with adulterers, at any rate,” Stephen returned pointedly.

“Ah,” Billy said. “She probably just doesn’t know how to handle the revelation, that’s all. People need time.”

Stephen sighed. “It doesn’t matter. Just don’t push too hard with her. Be simple and natural. She’s sweet and professional. No matter her feelings, she’ll help out if she can. Just don’t expect any small talk.”

“Pity,” Billy said. “That is one of my areas of expertise.”

“Not so much a pity for the rest of us then,” Stephen quipped.

“Oh!” Billy said. “Humour! And I thought all was lost in a barren sea of angst!”

Stephen furrowed his brow.

Billy just grinned. “And Cutter?”

Cutter. That was the question. That was always the question. “Keep it down to business,” Stephen said, trying to keep his voice working. “It shouldn’t be hard to fool him these days since he hardly pays attention, but he’s a good man. A smart man. He knows more than he wants to tell but you’ll have to convince him to tell you out of reason and logic, not emotion.”

Emotion with Cutter right now was complicated. Or really, tenuous. Most of the time, they’d pretended like there was nothing there. Like the eight years didn’t mean anything and the revelation about the affair made no difference. After all, if the eight years were insignificant than the loss of trust wasn’t significant either. Denial, thy name is Cutter.

Stephen had tried to talk around the issue. He’d tried to express remorse. He’d tried to ask questions, to provoke conflict, to talk about everything but the massive elephant in the room. He’d given Cutter space. He’d acted like nothing had happened. He’d acted like everything had happened. The only thing he hadn’t done was flat out bring the issue to the foreground because he was afraid what would happen.

He was afraid that if he pushed Cutter on the issue, he’d push Cutter away entirely. And Stephen wasn’t ready for that.

Stephen might never be ready for that.

He gathered a breath and held it, nodding with determination. “He’ll be the hardest one to break but the easiest to convince,” he said. Because to notice a difference, Cutter would have to look at Stephen.

Fredericks nodded, making a note. “We still see Helen Cutter as our most reliable means of gaining access to the traitor,” he said. “She will be a critical part of the mission, especially since we aren’t sure what her role is necessarily.”

“She’s unpredictable, though,” Stephen reminded them. “She works to her own schedule. I can’t guarantee she’ll make contact.”

“If the timeline you’re describing is accurate, then my guess is she will,” Fredericks said.

“Aye, she sounds like she’s nearing her endgame,” Billy agreed.

“And if we get Collins in position accordingly, we may be able to sort through her motivations and her contacts without even having to waste time with superfluous ARC staff and risk the cover,” Fredericks said. “I’m hopeful we can apprehend her in a timely fashion.”

Stephen shook his head. “She’s not necessarily the enemy,” he said.

Billy tilted his head and Fredericks looked quizzical. “The intel is not necessarily in her favour,” the older man said. “The time she’s spent off grid is worrisome and the actions we’ve been able to track do not bode well.”

Stephen felt his indignation rise. They were like Cutter, assuming the worst. Not without cause, perhaps, but it was so hard to believe that she was as evil as they all said she was. People were too prone to making assumptions and sticking to them, no matter what. Once a traitor, always a traitor. So few people were open to the idea of second chances, that good people made bad choices sometimes, that redemption was possible.

Redemption had to be possible. Even if no one wanted to admit it, Stephen had to believe it. “We don’t know yet, though,” he said, adamant. “She came to me asking for my help. She deserves the benefit of the doubt.”

Fredericks’ expression was one of obvious doubt. For his part, Billy carefully pressed his lips together, eyes not leaving Stephen. “That’s awfully kind of you,” he said. “Especially considering how little benefit of the doubt she gave you when she outed the affair all these years later. Unless of course we’re all naïve enough to believe she made such a proclamation out of the goodness of her still pining heart.”

The point was valid. Stephen shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying not to feel the heat of embarrassment flushing his cheeks. He took a breath and then another, refusing to look away. He had made his mistakes but he would not live in shame. Not here, of all places. “That makes her selfish, just like the rest of us,” he said. “She’s not to be hurt or taken against her will unless absolutely necessary. That goes for all of them.”

Fredericks did not seem to like this idea, but Billy’s face was impassive. After a long moment, he nodded, eyes still locked on Stephen’s. “You believe in people,” he observed. “It’s a noble quality. Apparently we share more than striking physical attributes.”

Stephen gauged his meaning. “So that means—?”

“That you have my word,” Billy said solemnly. “Helen is as much my charge as she is my source. I will take no action against anyone at the ARC without provocation. In fact, I can assure you, I will protect all of them, even with my very life should the situation arise.”

They were big words. An over the top promise. In the short time since he’d met Billy, Stephen knew him to be quick to speak with no indication if he had enough substance to back such proclamations up.

Yet, sitting there, Stephen believed him.

And with that, he trusted him – with everything.

He nodded back. “Okay,” he said.

Billy’s smile returned. “All right,” he said. He brought his hands together. “Now, let’s do this, shall we?”



Posted by: kristen_mara (kristen_mara)
Posted at: June 11th, 2012 12:05 pm (UTC)

*indulges in some flailing*

Mara! I get to run my hands through Billy's hair! Thank you ;) LOL at the 'unstyling'.

Then there's Stephen, seeing Billy mirror him, and wondering how long it has been since he laughed. Yay for Billy wanting to fix Stephen's relationships. That will be his ultimate test...

I love their observations of each other and their exchanges. Poor Stephen - when he defends his lies, he's called on it, then when he advocates the truth, Fredericks and Billy still come out on the opposite side. LOL. Poor baby won't want to talk at all at this rate ;)

Heart-breaking when Stephen discusses his team mates. Great execution, awaiting more *G*

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 07:56 pm (UTC)
stephen's eyes

Heh! You do! This fic is for you, after all. I may as well let you enjoy it :)

The idea of two people looking like James Murray in one small space is sort of a really fun thing. One of the joys of this fic :)

And yeah, poor Stephen can't catch any breaks. But things aren't going to get easier for any of them...


Posted by: fredbassett (fredbassett)
Posted at: June 11th, 2012 01:22 pm (UTC)
Stephen 5

Seeing Billy as Stephen through Stephen's eyes was a very powerful image.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 07:57 pm (UTC)
stephen hair

The gratuitous descriptions of Stephen were one of my favorite parts to write :)


Posted by: nietie (nietie)
Posted at: June 11th, 2012 01:37 pm (UTC)

I'm just catching up on this brilliant crossover!

It's so like Stephen to want Cutter staying safe and giving Helen the benefit of the doubt.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 07:58 pm (UTC)
stephen cutter sit

I always believed Stephen had good intentions for most of what he did in S2, which I wanted to play up here. Only here, I'm letting him be a little smarter about it all!


Posted by: scwlc_fic (scwlc_fic)
Posted at: June 11th, 2012 02:31 pm (UTC)

That was wonderful. Stephen's total discombobulation and everything. The way he just has no clue what to do with this when he's faced with MI5 and all that. Also, I'm quite enjoying this tour through Billy's head (even though I've never watched the show and thus have no idea what's up with him) and his outsider's analysis of Stephen.

Awesome work.

P.S. Oh my god, I want to see Billy panicking more than ever. Like, that whole thing with the scorpion at the end of S2? Where Stephen captures it on the beach, Billy's not able to do that, right? Can we have chaos (no puns intended) that makes Stephen get to make fun of MI5 and Billy, please? Pleasepleaseplease?

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 07:59 pm (UTC)
stephen cutter sit

Stephen is in so far over his head -- as are the rest of them. Stephen's just the only one who actually knows it. And LOL, MI5 and Billy will both have to learn the hard way about their overconfidence. When all is said and done, though, I'm not sure Stephen will have the heart to say I told you so even if he has the right...


Posted by: lukadreaming (lukadreaming)
Posted at: June 11th, 2012 03:29 pm (UTC)

Stephen seeing himself through Billy is such a vivid image. Really enjoying this fic.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 08:02 pm (UTC)
billy considers

It was fun to write about each of these characters from an outsider POV. And your betas have been so helpful! Thanks!

Posted by: freddiejoey (freddiejoey)
Posted at: June 11th, 2012 08:01 pm (UTC)

This is full of so many great things.

Loving it

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 08:02 pm (UTC)
stephen skeptical

Thank you so much :)

Posted by: flaccidduck (flaccidduck)
Posted at: June 11th, 2012 08:14 pm (UTC)

I'm having such a great time reading this fic. The characters and the dialogue just carry you along for a fabulous ride.


Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 08:02 pm (UTC)
stephen hair

I'm relieved it's not boring and that people are following along. Thanks!

Posted by: knitekat (knitekat)
Posted at: June 11th, 2012 09:45 pm (UTC)

Another great chapter. Lovely image of Stephen realising what he looked like.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 08:03 pm (UTC)
stephen cutter sit

Writing outsider POVs can be a lot of fun, and using these two characters as a literal mirror was interesting!


Posted by: natchris (natchris)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 03:33 am (UTC)

Terrific chapter. Glad that there's much more to come.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 08:03 pm (UTC)
stephen cutter

There is quite a journey left.


Posted by: reggietate (reggietate)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 10:13 am (UTC)

This continues to be fascinating, I'm really enjoying it :-)

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 12th, 2012 08:04 pm (UTC)
stephen angsty

I'm really glad it's not horribly boring! Thanks!

Posted by: Cordelia Delayne (cordeliadelayne)
Posted at: June 13th, 2012 11:16 pm (UTC)
[primeval] stephen hart

It's really great to see how they're starting to trust each other, and being able to see Stephen from an outsider's pov.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 18th, 2012 12:01 pm (UTC)
stephen cutter sit

The outsider POV on Stephen was really fun to write. Especially via a character like Billy.


Posted by: lsellersfic (lsellersfic)
Posted at: June 14th, 2012 06:19 pm (UTC)

I'm not sure who is going to end up in the cage room with the predators, but I'm beginning to hope it isn't Billy. Is that very wrong of me?

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 18th, 2012 12:02 pm (UTC)
stephen cutter

LOL, it's not wrong of you. I'm not sure I want any of them in the cage room (except Helen!). But I'm also not sure they can all be that lucky...


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