Raccoon crack (dear lord that sounds wrong)

Some more raccoon crack silliness.

I own nothing, not even the raccoons.

“Sir, we are getting reports that there are fics going unfinished and requests going unfulfilled due to AWOL muses.” 

Lester’s head remained determinedly lowered. “And this is of concern to me why Captain? The powers that be normally manage to sort these things out for themselves; why do you think I would be interested in helping them now?” 

Becker shifted his weight uneasily and coughed. 

“One of the fics Sir, it concerned you. You and Lieutenant Lyle I believe. Um. There are rumours the prompt was ‘rimming’ Sir.” 

Lester looked up from his paperwork and swallowed. “Send in the raccoons.”

At Times Like These

Title: At Times Like These
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor
Words: 100
Rating,Warnings: PG Not Denial friendly
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: For primeval100 prompt 'flowers'.

He sat cross-legged on the ground. The wet grass soaked into his trousers, but he barely noticed. 

Now he was here he didn’t know what to do. He thought that there were things you were meant to do at times like these, but no one had ever told him what they were. 

He supposed maybe he should have brought flowers, but flowers didn’t feel right for him. 

In movies people always talked didn’t they?  He could do that; he could talk. He laid a hand on the smooth, cold stone and did what came naturally. 

“Hey Nick, it’s me, Connor.”