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Title: Let go
Author: isamazed
Word count: approx. 1,560
Characters: Lester/Connor, OC, Becker, Finn, Ditzy
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. I only write for fun…
A/N: Written for [livejournal.com profile] ebonyfeather's Valentine's Day Gift Box 2022 on [livejournal.com profile] primeval_denial. The prompts I used were 1) It's a good thing you're cute. and 2) Your taste in music is awful. Ditzy is [livejournal.com profile] fredbassett's — thanks for lending him out!
A big Thank You goes to [livejournal.com profile] goldarrow for the speedy beta!




I saw the drama unfold about a half second before it happened.


And it was all my fault.


I had made my way to Connor's lab to tell him about the last minute „invitation“ (order, more like) from the minister to some fancy schmoozing dinner that evening. I knew Connor would be stupidly excited about this while I had no interest in buttering up some Sirs and Dames of questionable merits.


The door to the lab swooshed open quietly and I spotted Connor with his back turned to me, precariously standing on his desk chair, one leg lifted into the air for balance and the opposite arm stretched out wide to reach for something on the chaotic mountain of metal and wires that was his equipment shelve.


„Connor! What on earth are you doing? You're going to break your neck!“



But apparently Connor had been deep in thought and had not heard the door open and close. He flinched violently and the movement was enough to set the rollers of his chair in motion. I heard a soft „Oh fuck“ coming from his direction and then the stool was gone from beneath him and he clung to the shelf like a monkey. The metal shelf groaned, and then the whole thing lurched forward, burying my young partner beneath it. Connor's squeak was barely audible in the clanging and screeching of metal against metal and the concrete floor.


„Connor!“


I rushed forward but I could hardly make out his body beneath all the parts and pieces.


„Connor! Are you alright? Please say something!“


A soft groan came from underneath the pile. My heart was in my throat. What if one of the metal parts had speared him? Each time he left for a shout, I half prepared myself for losing him but I was nowhere near ready for it to happen like that!


I started throwing metal pieces aside and tore at long strands of wires that tangled everything up, desperately trying to get enough stuff out the way to catch more than a glimpse of red trousers and black shirt.


The door opened and Becker, Finn and Diana, our new medic, jogged inside. Becker took one look and immediately grasped the situation, instructing Finn to help him lift the shelf up from the man I loved. Diana fell on her knees beside me and used both her hands and one leg to keep the remaining contents of the shelve from toppling down on Connor while the male soldiers moved the rack. I scrambled to follow her example but my eyes kept darting back to what was becoming visible of my lover now.


His clothes were partially torn and a lot dusty, and the hair he'd kept a little on the longer side since his return from the Cretaceous was a mess of tangled knots. Blood was pouring from his nose and a cut on his forehead, and he clutched a coil in his hands, knuckles scraped and bloody. I was relieved to see that he pressed his eyes and lips together tightly because it meant he wasn't unconscious. Not unconscious was a good thing, I had learned over the years.


„Connor!“ I called out again and lurched forward to cradle his head in my heads.


„Ouch,“ he muttered but resolutely refused to open his eyes.


„Sir, please sit back and let me do my job,“ Diana had just enough command and compassion in her voice to make me follow her instructions without a fight. I wanted Connor safe and accounted for too, after all.


I heard Becker instructing Finn to get a first aid kit and a stretcher, while he busied himself to get more of the debris out of the way to prevent further accidents, ready to jump into action if Diana demanded it.


„Okay, Connor, can you hear me? This is Diana. I am going to examine your head and neck now, don't get spooked.“ Her fingers deftly roamed over his face, the rest of his skull and then quickly felt for injuries or breaks on his shoulders, neck and collarbone. „Okay, that's good, Connor. No obvious breaks here, can you open your eyes for me, please?“


Connor grunted unwillingly and clutched the coil tighter to his stomach. He mumbled something I thought was „Too bright“, but I wasn't completely sure. My eyes briefly met Diana's. She sent a calming smile my way. I just hoped it meant she didn't expect any serious injuries.


I saw her eyes zero in on a tear in Connor's dark shirt where he still held on tightly to the piece of metal. It looked wet. Was he bleeding?


„Connor, please give me the coil. I need to check your stomach.“


My lover groaned again but his hold on the metal didn't waver.


„Connor, let go of that thing!“ I ordered in my 'I'm-you're-boss' voice even though I felt more like pleading at the sight of my hurting partner. I put my hands over his and tried to shove my fingers beneath his. Slowly, he loosened his hold on the bloody thing and I snatched it out of his hands quickly, casting it aside immediately to grab my lover's hand so that he couldn't fumble at the wound in his stomach. Diana nodded at me approvingly and lifted Connor's shirt to examine his belly.


There was blood smeared around a cut left to his belly button but luckily, it seemed to be only a superficial wound.


„Okay, Connor. This all doesn't look so bad. Now let's check your head again, okay? You banged it up pretty good, huh?“ She leaned forward again and hovered over his head. The blood flowing from his nose already slowed down but it still looked like something from a horror movie. The sight would haunt in my dreams for years to come, I was sure.


„Open your eyes for me, Connor,“ Diana ordered but all she got in answer was an unintelligible murmur. She looked at me, clearly instructing me to pinch in and try for a repeat of the coil situation.


I immediately complied. „Look at me, Connor,“ I instructed.


His entire face scrunched up, causing more blood to seep from the cut on his forehead, but his eyelids started to flutter.


„Excellent, Connor, you can do it. Just open your eyes for us,“ Diana encouraged and positioned herself to block a little more of the overhead lights out so that they wouldn't blind him too much. „You're doing great, Connor. Yes, that's it. There you are. Hi, Connor.“


She smiled when his eyes were finally fully open and searched his eyes. At the same time, Finn and Ditzy arrived with the first aid kit and the stretcher.


„Okay, pretty sure you have a concussion. How about we get you up onto the comfy stretcher and check you over properly in the infirmary?“


Ditzy was already moving towards us to help her safely lift my lover onto that thing, when Connor mumbled a „Think 'm gonna be sick“, turned his head and vomited all over my thighs and knees.


# # # #


A few hours later, I regretted all of my life choices that had led to this moment. It started with things like ever thinking the public sector was it for me, to taking on the position as Director of the ARC, to letting Connor live with me all those years ago to finally admitting that I wanted to be more than his boss upon his return from his year in the past.


But most of all, I regretted startling him and effectively causing his accident and injury.


And this, this moment right now, was beyond my level of frustration tolerance. I was used to dealing with daft and self-absorbed politicians, completely unrealistic budgets, ridiculously tight deadlines and unreasonable expectations, but this topped it all.


Because Connor, doped up on some pain medication, sang some pop song with all his might.


It was insufferable.


One would think with a concussion and the headache he no doubt had, he would favour silence. Instead he belted out the lyrics while I guided him to the bed in our flat.


„Let it go, let it go!“


„Oh Connor, will you please finally shut up?“ I groaned and helped him settle down.


„But you started it, James! You told me to let go!“


„Of the coil, sweetheart, of the coil. Not of the very reasonable reluctance to sing out loud. Believe me, if you ever decide to start a second career in music, lead singer is not a good choice for you, darling. How about you let go of this song?“


Which caused him to start up again.


My ears rang from the yowls that reminded me of a screeching cat.


I pinched the bridge of my nose and his voice faded out.


He pouted at me with puppy dog eyes, and I had to smile fondly. I brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead and his eyes started to drift closed slowly.


„You know, you're lucky you're cute,“ I said quietly and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. „Because you're taste in music is appalling.“


All I got in answer was a soft snore.


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