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Primeval fic: A Little Help From My Friends (Second Life verse)

August 20th, 2012 (09:58 pm)
chipper

feeling: chipper

Title: A Little Help From My Friends

Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval; feral Stephen belongs tolena7142

A/N: More in the Continued Adventures of Feral Stephen. Still AU of 2.07, sort of. Now with Cutter/Claudia :) Thanks to lena7142 for the beta!

Summary: Cutter has a date; Stephen helps. Mostly.



-o-

Cutter was nervous.

He wasn’t a man that scared easily. He attributed such blatant fearlessness to his Scottish disposition, but he could face anything from an auditorium full of scholars to a raging prehistoric beast, and Cutter usually managed just fine. Sure, there was the inevitable burst of adrenaline, but in truth, Cutter found that to just be exhilarating.

So the fact that he was nervous was actually something. It wasn’t a speech; it wasn’t a dinosaur or any other number of sundry beasts; it wasn’t even Lester’s wrath after he inadvertently destroyed public property.

It was a date.

True, Cutter had dated before. In his younger years, more than a little. But then there had been Helen and over a decade of his life had fallen into a veritable hole. Or a rift in time. Or whatever.

He could still remember the beginning, back when he’d loved her, but he’d let go of everything he’d had with Helen. It had been rather easy in the end, what with her machinations and duplicity as she’d tried to destroy the ARC and led Stephen to his death.

The clone to his death. It made some sense to him now. She’d created him; she’d destroyed him. All very logical.

All very wrong.

But that was neither here nor there because now there was Claudia.

He’d found her and lost her then found her again. And there was no way he was going to muck that up.

Of course, such intentions were all well and good, but now that they had well and truly snogged, Cutter was faced with the inevitable and somewhat overwhelming task of dating.

Somewhere, in the midst of their novice relations, Cutter had offered to have her over for dinner. It had seemed like a good idea at the time -- a nice, quiet activity, good for conversation and other various extracurriculars. All things of which Cutter heartily approved.

Until he realised that he would have to clean and cook, neither of which had ever been his forte. In truth, he’d always been something of a slob. The only reason he’d ever been able to find anything around the lab was because of Stephen’s impeccable organisational skills. As for cooking, Cutter had lived just fine on carry out for years now.

But that was then. This was now. Cutter had jumped enough timelines and got enough second chances to know not to foul it up.

So cooking and cleaning it was.

Such things, however, were easier said than done.

He’d managed to get himself moderately clean, digging out one of his nicer shirts that he used to wear for conferences back at the university. It had taken him nearly an hour to clean up the kitchen enough to use, and by the time he’d finished that, he’d had to start preparing the dinner.

The recipe he’d chosen had seemed simple enough, and he’d procured the necessary ingredients at the store. He had never done much cooking, but he was a scientist. How hard could it be to follow a recipe?

Very hard, apparently.

He was struggling to make himself a white sauce while his fish defrosted, fumbling around to chop his vegetables while checking the brownies in the oven. But his white sauce wouldn’t thicken and the brownies were soggy in the middle and knives were much better at killing things than stabbing inanimate objects.

He was just about to call the whole thing off when he turned around and nearly had a heart attack.

He swore. “You can’t do that,” he said.

Across from him, Stephen blinked. “Your back door was open.”

Cutter turned and looked. “That doesn’t mean you can just walk in,” he muttered.

Stephen shrugged. “Do you know that the crime rates have gone up substantially in the last ten years?” he asked.

Cutter scowled, going back to stir his white sauce. “Robbers wouldn’t dare take their luck with me,” he said.

Stephen didn’t move. “Your basic lack of security leaves you to be a ready victim,” he said. “You also have three windows unlocked on the first floor.”

Cutter turned, making a face at him. “How do you know that?”

“I checked.”

Cutter rolled his eyes. “Of course you did,” he said, returning to his carrots, trying in futility to slice them into thin strips.

There was a silence, and Cutter turned again to ask Stephen why he was here, when he realised Stephen was right next to him, staring intently down at his food. “You’re not good with a knife,” he commented.

Cutter lifted his eyebrows. “You’re every bit the critic today.”

Stephen ignored him. “You’re too stiff,” he said. “Fluid movements.”

Cutter glared at him. “I don’t need your advice.”

“Yes, you do,” Stephen said. “Because you’re going to cut your finger off.”

“I am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not!” Cutter exclaimed, hissing when he missed his aim, sending the carrot spinning and the knife nicking his finger.

Stephen shrugged. “See.”

Cutter went to the sink, rinsing it off. “You’re awfully smug for someone who just broke into my home,” he said. “Why are you here anyway?”

“You told me to come,” Stephen replied, matter of fact.

“What?” Cutter asked. “Why would I do that?”

“You said to come by,” Stephen added.

“Yeah, sometime,” Cutter said. “Not now.

“Now is sometime.”

“But I’m busy,” Cutter protested.

“Mauling your dinner, I can see that,” Stephen observed.

Cutter sighed. “I’m having Claudia over.”

Stephen blinked. Then understanding dawned. “A date,” he said. “You’re having a date.”

Cutter felt himself blush. “Yes,” he said. “Now, if you don’t mind.”

Shaking his head, Stephen didn’t budge. “The food is going to be unacceptable,” he said. “And the place is not suitable for company. I don’t know why you invited me over.”

“I didn’t,” Cutter snapped. “So either be helpful or go home.”

Stephen stood there.

Cutter stared. “What part of that didn’t you understand?”

“You gave me a choice,” Stephen said. “Be helpful or go home.”

“And standing there is helpful?” Cutter asked.

“I know how to tidy up,” he said. “And I know how to use a knife without damaging myself.”

Cutter’s eyes narrowed skeptically.

Stephen’s expression turned vaguely sheepish. “I don’t have anything else to do.”

Cutter sighed. “Fine,” he said. “But don’t make me regret it!”

-o-

Stephen was a surprisingly good housekeeper. He cleaned quickly and without hesitation, moving piles of things to less occupied rooms, making neat stacks. He was also generous in what he threw out, and Cutter decided not to worry about that until tomorrow. He had a strange attention to detail, meticulous sweeping the floor, and scrubbing the bathroom until it shined.

This was only surprising in that Stephen had lacked most normal cleanly habits. He was still resistant to showering, but Cutter had to admit, Stephen’s place wasn’t cluttered except for the strange nest-like bed he kept on the floor. The rest of the flat was mostly stripped bare, things arranged in simple and practical ways. The cloned version of Stephen had been minimalistic in his style, and while this Stephen had a bit more character in his decorating style, minimalism was clearly a trait they shared.

“If you’re this inclined to cleanliness, then why did it take you a month to remember how to use a toilet?” Cutter asked.

Stephen grunted. “Toilets are impractical,” he said.

“But cleaning them isn’t?”

Stephen gave him an incredulous look. “Urine is good for marking one’s territory,” he said. “But it’s also a beacon. If you want to hide your tracks, you’ve got to clean up after yourself. Trust me, I didn’t want my camp raided by scavengers because I was too lazy to clean up.”

“So when you peed in the corner of Lester’s office?”

Stephen snerked. “That was just to see the look on his face.”

-o-

If Stephen was good at cleaning, he was better at cooking. He cut the vegetables in two minutes and somehow managed to get the white sauce to gel just so. He’d salvaged the brownies by lowering the rack and rotating the pan, and had somehow found fruit to add as a garnish to the salads.

All they had left to do was to cook the fish, set the table and send Stephen on his way.

Standing back, he actually looked proud. “There,” he said.

Cutter followed his gaze. “Impressive,” he said. “Tell you what, for all your work, you can have a piece of fish.”

With that, Cutter turned to the stove top, grabbing a fresh pan to start frying them. “We just need to cook them up here,” he said, turning back.

And stopped to stare at Stephen.

Stephen stared back, mid bite. He had picked up one of the fish and torn through the skin with one of his teeth, the meat showing through the ripped side as the thing’s eyes still bulged.

It was disgusting, to say the least. But after Stephen had cleaned his house and cooked his food, Cutter reckoned he didn’t have much room to judge.

“Or you could just eat it raw, I suppose,” he said, with a helpless shrug.

Stephen seemed to relax and took another bite as he devoured the thing.

Holding back a smile, Cutter picked up the remaining fish, throwing them on the stove. When he looked back, Stephen was already gnawing down to the bone, fish juice running down his chin. He stopped to lick his fingers before taking another bite.

“Thanks,” Cutter said.

Stephen stopped, cocking his head. “For what?” he asked, mouth still full.

“For helping out today,” he said.

Stephen shrugged and took another bite, and Cutter thought again how grateful he was for today -- and a whole lot more.

Comments

Posted by: goldarrow (goldarrow)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 03:46 am (UTC)

Okay. That was adorable. . .and sweet. . .and gross. *g*

Stephen’s expression turned vaguely sheepish. “I don’t have anything else to do.”
Aw. *hugs*

Stephen gave him an incredulous look. “Urine is good for marking one’s territory,” he said. “But it’s also a beacon."
LOL

“So when you peed in the corner of Lester’s office?”
Stephen snerked. “That was just to see the look on his face.”

*snorfle*

He had picked up one of the fish and torn through the skin with one of his teeth, the meat showing through the ripped side as the thing’s eyes still bulged.
*urk*

Lovely addition

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 02:51 am (UTC)
stephen blue wonder

LOL, feral Stephen tends to run the gamut of emotions/reactions. He's a mixed bag for sure!

And I don't even like fish much in general, so raw would totally turn my stomach.

Thanks!

Posted by: natchris (natchris)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 04:32 am (UTC)
Hippos

This is such a precious story - love it entirely!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 02:51 am (UTC)
stephen and cutter hot

Thank you!

Posted by: judithjohn (judithjohn)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 04:47 am (UTC)
Cute Racoon

"The cloned version of Stephen had been minimalistic in his style, and while this Stephen had a bit more character in his decorating style, minimalism was clearly a trait they shared."

This 'verse just rocks!!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 03:07 am (UTC)
stephen cutter distance

I'm really glad you're enjoying it! Thanks :)

Posted by: freddiejoey (freddiejoey)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 06:36 am (UTC)
Stephen - kerry

*iz dizzy at image of Stephen with fish juice running down his chin*

Lovely fic!!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 03:07 am (UTC)
stephen cutter sit

Haha. Stephen is pretty at all times, even when eating raw fish apparently.

Thanks!

Posted by: joshinator (joshinator)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 06:46 am (UTC)
Racoon World

I love when I saw a new story about Feral Stephen appear. he's a sweetie and so is Cutter.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 03:08 am (UTC)
stephen smiles

It's good to know people are still reading.

Thanks!

Posted by: reggietate (reggietate)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 07:56 am (UTC)
stephen-nick-m25

Poor Cutter and his culinary disasters :-) Lucky he's got Stephen around to give him a helping hand.

*giggles at Stephen peeing in Lester's office*

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 03:08 am (UTC)
stephen hair

I love letting feral Stephen do really random things and have it seem totally normal to him.

Thanks!

Posted by: lukadreaming (lukadreaming)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 08:55 am (UTC)
Stephen bruise

The squeamish veggie in me doesn't want to think about Stephen eating the fish raw! But it's a great image, as is Cutter causing chaos in the kitchen, and I loved this ep. And I sniggered at Stephen peeing in Lester's office!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 03:09 am (UTC)
stephen shocked

I imagine Stephen couldn't afford to be picky in the past; he's probably tried more things that no one would want to think about!

Thanks :)

Posted by: kristen_mara (kristen_mara)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 10:44 am (UTC)


LOL, after all that, I hope the date goes well!

Bored Stephen ran out of knives to clean? He can do my place! And hee to his 'bed nest' - that'll be a winner with the girls. (Billy Connolly ate a cooked fish with his bare hands on one of his first meetings with his future wife Pamela Anderson - she thought it was thrillingly animalistic *G*)

Lock your door, Nick, otherwise it won't be Stephen next time, it'll be Hell-en...

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 03:10 am (UTC)
stephen goodbye

I imagine Cutter's date will go quite well as long as he doesn't serve more raw fish to poor Claudia.

And heh, I don't think watching someone eat raw fish would be a turn on. But if anyone can pull it off, it'd be Stephen.

Thanks :)

Posted by: nietie (nietie)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 12:42 pm (UTC)
Stephendung

Dung tasting or raw fish eating. Stephen has taste *g*

“Now is sometime.” I love his logic :D

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 03:10 am (UTC)
stephen skeptical

Stephen just doesn't think quite like normal people :)

Thanks!

Posted by: fredbassett (fredbassett)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 01:23 pm (UTC)
PriWriMo - Stephen - thoughtful

“So when you peed in the corner of Lester’s office?”

Stephen snerked. “That was just to see the look on his face.”


*howls* That was priceless! I adore Stephen's toilet habits.

And the idea of feral Stephen being cleaner than Cutter in the house and a better cook was great!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 03:11 am (UTC)
stephen smiles

I'm glad that I'm not the only one intrigued by Stephen's toilet habits :)

Thanks!

Posted by: clea2011 (clea2011)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 05:54 pm (UTC)
Stephenblue

Stephen was doing so well there with all the cleaning and cooking, I was starting to worry he was getting civilised - but then the slightly gross bit with the fish fixed that! :-)
Lol for the bit in lesters office and Stephens literal interpretation of cutters invite.
Great addition to the series.

(Managed to post this on the Comm entry this morning instead of your journal entry - unfortunately the phone app doesn't let you rectify these things :-) Corrected now)

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 03:11 am (UTC)
stephen hair

Stephen has his quirks both ways, but he's far from totally domesticated :)

Thanks!

(And reviews are lovely either place!)

Posted by: knitekat (knitekat)
Posted at: August 21st, 2012 08:12 pm (UTC)

Brilliant. Loved Stephen turning up and cleaning/cooking and LOL to him peeing in Lester's office. Not so sure about eating the fish raw.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 03:14 am (UTC)
stephen cutter distance

Stephen has his quirks. Living as the only human for most of a decade will do that, I guess :)

Thanks!

Posted by: squeezynz (squeezynz)
Posted at: August 22nd, 2012 11:18 am (UTC)

oh dear.....so his eating habits haven't improved!!

I laughed all the way through this snippet...a lovely addition to the collection.

Sweetly Feral Stephen is welcome to clean my house anytime.....*grinz*

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: August 27th, 2012 03:16 am (UTC)
stephen cutter sit

Well, he's dressed and cleaned, so I guess you can't have everything!

Thanks :)

Posted by: lsellersfic (lsellersfic)
Posted at: September 11th, 2012 04:46 pm (UTC)
Primeval:Claudia/Nick (Eriah)

Really cute!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: September 17th, 2012 08:54 pm (UTC)
stephen blue wonder

Thanks :)

Posted by: Evil Insane Monkey (eviinsanemonkey)
Posted at: November 17th, 2012 07:55 pm (UTC)
PE: Danny Quinn

aww, this is sweet :)

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: November 20th, 2012 01:21 am (UTC)
stephen up

Thank you :)

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