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Aaaaaaa!!! Big shout out to Scientifically Accurate Feathered Dinosaurs! I hate JW so much because they completely ignored that /rant

Love the start, JP is one of my favourite films so combining it with my other favourite film is a winning combination!

There wasn’t much to the outbuilding attached to the raptor enclosure – a small room with a coffeemaker and a fridge, and an even smaller bathroom. Nile went to use the facility.
“It’s a longdrop,” Andy warned her. “And the water’s off a rain tank, so just use it to rinse your hands off.”

Nile laughed. “That’s fine – not a lot of flush toilets in the field.”

“You can’t get many people here who complain about that,” said Joe.

Andy rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t get me started. Merrick – well. Don’t get me started.”

Andy made coffee, and they sat around and picked her brains about the animals. It was less glamorous, from her point of view, than living non-avian dinosaurs – Nile was still processing that – should be. A lot of deaths they couldn’t explain. She thought Nile might have a point about the vegetation.

“But hell, it could be almost anything,” she said with a sigh. “They’re from another era. Could be their gut microbes, could be the oxygen levels…”

“Those haven’t changed that much since the Cretaceous,” Nile said.

“What about all those metre-long dragonflies and shit?”

“Different period,” Joe said. “Much older.”

“Huh.” Andy sipped her coffee. “I don’t pay a lot of attention to old things, I have to say. I worry about what’s in front of me.

The rain only got heavier. Nile looked up at the tin roof. “I thought this was passing through.”

“So did I.”

A second later, the light went out. The hut had windows, but the rain was so heavy it dimmed things to twilight. Everybody got out their phones. Andy scuffled around and came up with an electric lantern. “Here we go. Shit, that’s probably the power line from the main site gone down – it’s happened before. That means the creek’s rising…there’ll be outages all over the island.”

“Wait.” Joe sounded tense. “You’ve got electric fences, I saw them –”

Andy waved a hand. “Don’t worry about the animals. Something like this, they’ll all hunker down. Worst thing we have to worry about is Queenie eating something she shouldn’t. Turns out they are scavengers, you know, whatever species she really is. She’ll eat anything if it looks dead-ish. I’d walk through her enclosure naked but I wouldn’t lie down and go to sleep.”

Joe made a soft, disbelieving noise. “You know, half of me is losing my mind over what we could learn – and half of me is thinking, what does it even mean? We don’t know what their social systems worked like. We don’t know how they worked in context, in an ecosystem. They’ve been raised from the dead and it means everything and it means…nothing.”

Nile snapped her fingers. “Boss – sorry, we gotta focus. Electric fences. Systems going down. What’s it mean for us right now?”

“Means we should wait it out,” Andy said, draining her mug. “The creek’s going to be rising, there’ll be wires down…it’d be dumb to go anywhere. It’s not going to be comfortable, and I can’t promise anything great in terms of food…most of what we keep here is for the raptors…but we’ll be fine.”

Nile could hear the raptors from in here; they were squawking to each other every so often, audible over the rain. They sounded unhappy.

“The glamorous consulting life,” Joe said to Nile, waggling his eyebrows. She could tell he was trying to make her feel calmer, but it helped anyway. “Look what we’re missing.”

“I’m going to call Quỳnh, see what they think.” Andy picked up a walkie-talkie from a rack. “I’m surprised nobody’s contacted us yet.”

Nile opened the fridge. It was mostly full of boxes of – “Are those mice?”

“Raptor food,” Andy called back. “Some lizards too. I did tell you.” Her walkie-talkie crackled. “This is Raptor House, checking in, over.”

“Andy,” came a voice over the radio – female, East Asian accent; it had to be Dr Ngo. Nile had only seen her on the way through, not been introduced. “Some of the main park systems are going down. How are things at your end? Over.”

“Power’s out, fine otherwise. The girls are having a bad day, you know how they hate a downpour. We’re all snug in the hut. Might have to stay here overnight, if this keeps going. Over.”

“That might be a good idea,” Quỳnh said, and then added something quick in what Nile presumed was Vietnamese. She’d shut the fridge to look at Andy. At that last sentence, whatever it was, Andy’s face went very still. Nile saw Joe noticing it too. He’d sat upright, from his casual sprawl. “Over.”

“Love you too, honey. Over,” Andy said, and turned the walkie-talkie off.

“What was that?” Joe asked her at once. “The last thing.”

“Merrick’s – getting impatient.” Andy’s face was still very calm. “Probably not a bad idea for us to be here while he calms down. That’s all.”

“Dr diGenova is still down there.”

“He’s a colleague?”

Joe shook his head. “No, we met him on the helicopter. But he seemed like a decent guy.”

“If your boss is that bad, it’s not fair to leave anybody with him, decent or not,” Nile added, because it was true, and Joe nodded.

Andy opened her mouth, and the walkie-talkie crackled. “Andy, you had best answer me right now.”

She sighed, and picked it up. “Raptor House. What’s the problem, Merrick? We’re waiting out the weather here. Everything’s fine. Over.”

“The problem,” squawked Merrick, “is that I am your employer and I want you and those scientists back here right this instant –”

He went on for a solid minute. Andy’s expression grew increasingly less impressed. Nile could hear other voices in the background, not shouting, but certainly emphatic. As Merrick said over, there was a noise that might have been a pained, cut-off yell.

“Sounds like everybody’s getting a bit worked up,” Andy said, her hand now white-knuckled on the back of a chair. “As I said. We need to wait out this weather to return safely. The track isn’t gravelled, and it’s steep. Over.”

Merrick started yelling. Andy switched channels, cutting him off. Joe and Nile were both on their feet.

“What the hell is wrong with your boss?” Joe demanded. “If he wants us to give a good report on this place, he’s not going about it the right way.”

There was a flash of lightning, followed almost immediately by a rumble of thunder. The raptors shrieked in chorus.

“No shit,” Andy said. “Quỳnh, checking in again, Merrick’s losing it. Over.”

They all waited. And waited. No response came. There was another flash, and boom.

“Fuck,” Andy said, and kicked the table leg. “Alright. You two stay here, there’s no need –”

“Not a chance,” Joe and Nile said at the same time. Andy eyed them, and then nodded once.
“Alright. I hope you don’t mind a bit of water.”

“We’ve had worse,” Joe said, and Andy opened the door into the storm.

ooooh, the tension rises! Loving this!

This is fabulous! I'm enjoying the hell out of it..

I didn’t realize how tense I’d gotten until I came to the end of this part, realized there wasn’t another part yet, and had to massage my jaw! Goddamn, Merrick is such a fuckface! I adore that you made Nicky a bioethicist, and Andy’s disgust at non-feathered dinosaurs! 🦕🦖

Joe was sitting at his desk with a work project open, sketching idly in his notebook, when he heard someone else come into the office, accompanied by a the sound of music from the party further along this floor. He winced. If someone had come to drag him back to the Christmas function –

“Uh. Last minute project?”

He looked up to see the IT team’s new administrator. Joe didn’t know him well, and was mentally scrabbling for his name, but he definitely recognised his face. It was a very good face. And there weren’t any other Italians at the company, which made him doubly easy to remember.

“Yeah, yeah,” Joe lied. “It was stressing me out standing around having a good time instead of working on it.” He crossed his fingers under the desk, hoping this would work.

“Ah, yes, me too. I just have to go and…” He seemed to run out of words half-way through the sentence. They blinked at each other awkwardly.

“I am so fucking tired of Christmas, and it hasn’t even happened yet,” Joe blurted out, after five silent seconds.

The other man let out a long sigh, and pulled out the chair next to Joe, where Nile usually sat. “Me, too. Everybody wants to know what I will be doing, and what I look forward to, and what I have learned is that the British think you are allowed to complain about it, but you aren’t allowed to not participate.”

Joe laughed, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve nailed it. I had five separate people try to invite me to their family Christmas, so I wouldn’t be sad and alone and away from my family. I’m not going to be sad! I’m going to sleep in and watch some terrible movies.”

“That sounds like an excellent plan.” The other man smiled. It was a very nice smile.

“Also, sorry for asking this, but it’s going to be worse if I hold off – ah…what’s your name?”

He laughed. “Nicolò. Most people here call me Nicky.”

“Nicky,” Joe repeated. “I’m Joe.” They shook hands. Joe wanted to hold on, and tried to ignore it.

“How long do you think we’re going to be allowed to avoid it?” Nicky said, hanging an arm over the back of his chair.

“Until Nile notices we’re gone. You know Nile? American, sits in the chair you’re sitting in, she was wearing this great yellow dress tonight –”

“I don’t, but I think I heard her talking. She is very enthusiastic about Christmas?”

“First one away from her family, and I think it’s…spilling over a little.”

Nicky pulled a face. “That must be very hard for her, but…”

“Yeah, exactly.” Joe looked around. “Actually. You know what. We could just…leave. There’s enough people here, I don’t think they’d notice.”

Nicky was already standing up. “The back set of lifts…?”

“You read my mind.”

They reached the ground floor without running into anybody, although they’d had to crowd into a side-corridor when a group of women had come by, tipsy and holding onto each other, clearly headed for the toilets. Joe had held Nicky’s arm; Nicky’s eyes had gleamed with mirth. It had been fun, like getting away with something.

“Can I ask,” Nicky said as Joe was unlocking his bike, “why it is you’re running away, too? Or – not, if you don’t want to –”

“Muslim,” Joe said succinctly. “Just not my thing. I mean, I know how it all works, contrary to what a lot of people seem to assume, but…still not my thing, and sometimes I just get tired of all of it.”

Nicky nodded. “Well, that’s easy.”

“You?”

“I used to be Catholic.” His voice was wry.

“Less easy, huh?”

“You could say that.”

“Glad to give you an excuse to get out, then.”

“Thank you,” Nicky said, smiling again, and it was the best work Christmas party of Joe’s entire life.

*

He messaged Nicky his phone number on the work Slack the next day, careful to keep it casual, and thirty seconds later his phone vibrated. They spent the next two weeks grousing to each other about the number of Christmas songs they were being forced to listen to, or the whole ugly Christmas sweater thing (Joe politely but flatly refused to participate in the work competition), and held their own personal competition over Number Of Workmates’ Christmases Invited To. By the twenty-third, Nicky was ahead by one, but Joe thought he had a shot at tying.

Joe was getting the sense, however, that Nicky’s feelings about Christmas were a lot more complicated than his were. Joe just wanted to get away from it. Nicky, Joe was pretty sure, also wanted to get away from it, but wasn’t really looking forward to being alone, either. The company was shutting down for the following week. Joe had meant to make plans to get away, but hadn’t got organised in time; Nicky, when Joe asked him, hadn’t thought about it.

So, on the twenty-fourth, Joe wandered over to the IT area when there was nobody else there and said “No pressure…but would you like to come over tomorrow?”

“I seem to remember you had a busy schedule of sleeping in?”

“I didn’t say come over early.” Joe leant against the desk. “I can promise entertainingly bad movies, a meal of whatever happens to be in my fridge, and no Christmas music at all.”

“I’m sold.”

“Great,” Joe said brightly, “I’ll message you the address,” and then went off to panic in the toilets because it was just possible that he was more invested in this going well than he’d realised. He dealt with that realisation by spending the afternoon (they’d been let off early, something he wasn’t going to complain about) cleaning his flat from top to bottom to a soundtrack of French hip-hop. After checking what was actually in his fridge, he even thought about braving the supermarket, and then remembered that would be active madness.

The next day, he had a glorious sleep-in just like he’d told Nicky he would. When the doorbell rang a bit after noon, he’d only just scrambled into clothes.

“Hi,” Nicky said. His cheeks were pink from the cold, and he was holding a bottle of wine. He looked amazing, solely through the virtue of being on Joe’s doorstep. “I realised on the way, I don’t know if you drink, but I didn’t want to not bring something.”

“I’m not good at drinking,” Joe said, “but I live in hope it will taste better the next time.”

“If this doesn’t, you can give up trying,” Nicky said authoritatively, which was…okay, a bit hot. They grinned stupidly at each other before Joe remembered his bare feet were freezing and he needed to let Nicky in.

They more or less followed the programme Joe had laid out, except that when it came to finding something to eat, Joe got kindly manoeuvred out of his own (one-person sized) kitchen so that Nicky could make pasta sauce. Half-way through he’d looked back guiltily and said “I’ve taken over, haven’t I?”

Joe grinned. “Forgiveness is dependent on how the food tastes.”

Nicky looked almost offended at this, and held out a teaspoon. Joe obediently leaned forward, keeping eye contact. Forgiveness was achieved immediately; it tasted amazing. The noise Joe made might have been a bit theatrical, but the heat in Nicky’s eyes made it worth it.

“You can come and take over my kitchen anytime,” Joe said, licking his lips.

“I am pleased to hear that,” Nicky said, a little breathlessly.

They ate on the couch, and put on another movie. Joe never remembered what it was, because ten minutes in, Nicky reached out and put a gentle hand on his cheek, then leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. It didn’t stay gentle for long; not because it got rough, but because it got intense. Nicky straddled Joe, sinking his full weight down, and Joe pulled him in, closer, as close as they could get. They made out on the couch for a while, and then when clothes started to come off they moved to the bedroom.

Sometime after the second round, when Joe was spreadeagled catching his breath back, he saw Nicky look at the alarm clock and frown.

“You have somewhere to be?”

“Just trying to remember when the last bus will be.”

“There are no buses,” Joe said, surprised. “It’s Christmas Day, remember? You walked.”

“Huh,” Nicky said, and flopped back down, his chin on his folded arms. “I…forgot.” He sounded pleased.

“I am extremely available,” Joe said, “to help you keep forgetting.”

Nicky smiled. He only left over the rest of the break to pick up some clothes.

"I'm glad I didn't make any plans," Joe said, the night before work started again. "This was better."

"Would you be interested in...continuing to not make plans?" Nicky asked him.

Joe kissed him. "For as long as you'd like."

*

“So, how was your Christmas?” Nile said to Joe brightly, the first day back at work. “I mean – not Christmas Christmas – did you have a good break?”

“You know,” Joe said. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

How sweet, this was great. Thank you for sharing!

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/8201.html?thread=2951689#cmt2951689

(Started writing desperate immortal sub Keane, had a breakdown, bon apetit)

——-

Every now and then he wakes up with his throat on fire and his lungs filled with water.

It lurches him out of bed while gouging at his throat to expel the water so he could breathe. It never works, and he spends the next few seconds gasping for air and coughing to clear the remnants of the dream.

It’s the worst feeling he’s ever experienced every time. It’s terrifying, and it always scares him off falling asleep for the next few days.

Eventually it leads to a lack of being able to function properly. So when his limit is reached and his body and mind are at a stalemate in the war of this fear induced insomnia, he goes to see Heather.

He likes Heather because she’s as soft as she is cruel, well, physically that is.

He likes getting his hands on her and feeling the pliancy of her flesh in his palms and exploring the contrasts in her smooth skin to the callouses and scars on his; and he likes that she doesn’t take any shit and has no qualms about slapping him hard enough that his head spins.

“Stop that.” Heather says voice harsh with a matching intensity in her eyes. His hands drop to his side from kneading at the softness of her hips. “Now you lost the privilege of your hands” Heather continues with a smug smile but Keane was sure that wasn’t going to be an option anyway.

“ ehm ory mam” he manages, speech garbled behind the ball gag that she just finished attaching to his head. “No you’re not” She replies tugging on the strap to check for security and twists his head back and forth, “but you’ll get there by tonight” She finishes and pulls his head forward to mouth at the rubber ball.

He leans into it when her tongue peeks out to lick at the side of his mouth and she pulls back with a grin, releasing the harness so that he straightens up.

“Greedy as always” Heather tuts gathering the soft rope from the table to wind around his clasped wrists. Keane stands very still, breathing heavily through his nose and fighting back the heat in his abdomen that causes his cock to twitch.

“Arms up and on your toes” Heather orders and he follows quickly. She has to climb on a step-stool in order to secure his wrist to the heavy metal hook hanging from the beam and Keane barely resists the urge of burying his face where her breasts threatens to spill out of her tiny bra; he is hoping to get some release by the end of the scene and doesn’t want to push his luck too far and get caged for disobedience.

“I’m thinking ten licks for being a brat and five more for touching without asking”

She’s gotten the furniture out of the way, and winded the hook up until his arms are extending with effort. It’s not exactly painful but it isn’t comfortable either. The strain comes from trying to stay balanced on the balls of his feet as the device tries to pull him off of the ground. He feels vulnerable, and it’s hard to focus on much else besides getting through and getting down, even when his cock bobs with every unbalanced sway of his body.

“How does that sound?” Heather circles him as she talks and lets him feel the texture of the leather straps against his sides, back and ass in anticipation. Keane nods, enthused and huffs around the rubber ball. “Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am” he tries to articulate but it sounds like incomprehensible jargon as the gag restricts his tongue.

“You can do better than that” She says but doesn’t wait for another attempt before whipping the flogger across his muscled ass and thighs.

He tenses reflexively in surprise and rocks off of his feet for a few seconds until he catches his bearings. She hits him again the second that he does but he’s more prepared - the leather straps sting hotly in many different point of contact across his lower back but he can’t concentrate on the feeling because of his unsteadiness.

Another assault of thin straps of leather meets his thighs, harder than before and Keane lets out a muffled groan behind the gag. “I don’t hear you counting” Heather says as she walks around and the next hit meets his outer thigh.

“Ohr” Keane says not managing to sound out the word as she wanted. He’s hoping effort counts for something but he wouldn’t bet on it.

Heather has a history of punishing more than she rewards, which works for him most of the time, but he felt too keyed up for that to be enough tonight; Though Keane was nothing if not persistent so he would do what he had to until he earned it.

Another strike meets his frontal thigh. She was working her way around his body and the realization made his breath quicken. She only did that for specific reasons.

“Ayve” he says around the gag and took some quick shuffling steps on his toes as his body rocks. It was going from being uncomfortable to being impossible and half of it was anticipating what was coming next.

She’s made her way to stand in front of him and the fast whip of the straps strikes his erect cock into his abdomen.

His hips pump forward with a garbled groan chasing the hot sting of pain and pleasure and his arms pulls at the metal hook where they're attached.

She does it again and again. Hitting the shaft, then his scrotum, then the head of his cock. Each strike fire hot and causing his member to scrape along his abs until he’s smearing precum along the hard ridges. Each time his hips chases it to no avail. The strange mix of pain and pleasure disappearing as it came until the next one.

“Have you lost count?” Heather says while Keane is struggling to catch his breath and still the movement of his body desperately humping the air as a plead for more, “what number are we on?” She asks and he really doesn't know. He stopped being able to pay attention when he started to feel good.

There were too many things to concentrate on at once. His toes trying to keep the floor beneath him, his arms straining up above, trying to occasionally swallow so he wasn't slobbering spit all down his chin and neck, and the fact that his balls felt so full already and he didn't want to go off before she got a chance to use him.

“Msry” he says in a breath that turns into a sharp cry as she whips him again and his cock splutters a glob of precum with a hard twitch as it bounces against him.

“Are you?”

Heather asks and she's rubbing the handle under his sac where he was drawn up tight and pushing in a way that had his body jerking wildly. He nods frantically, riding the hard leather handle of the flogger until she's pushing it up and towards his shaft.

His hips bucks against it and then he can't stop, her palms wide and cradling his sac as he fucks against the hard rod. It didn't feel good exactly, but it was something and he felt aching and desperate and willing to take whatever she gave him.

“Such a desperate little slut” Heather says viciously, adjusting her hand to wrap loose fingers around the base of him and the ridged leather, “we barely started and you’re losing it already” she accentuates her words by stroking him roughly and Keane moans out low and eager following her path. It felt like he was rubbing his dick painfully raw, but his balls ached too much to stop.

It doesn’t take many of her strokes to fan the fire in his stomach to unbearable and every muscle of his body was pulling sore when he felt ready to burst.

“May I come ma’am” he tries but sounds like mumbles behind the rubber ball and his aching jaw.

“What was that?” Heather answers with her cruel grin and tightens her grip around him. Her palm sliding up over his crown and down his swollen shaft with the handle pressing a firm pressure that his body doesn’t know how to interpret. He just kept spitting out precum, even when it bordered more painful than good.

But Keane was a glutton for it and he rocks against it, moans turning needy and desperate as his cock felt raw and abused wanting more. His stomach felt tight and his hips were doing sharp jerks into her hand that pulled the pressure in his sac to suffocating.

“Please ma’am” he groaned into the ball, his body on edge and teetering. “Please, please, please” he says like a mantra and his breathing pitches up with every exhale until there’s a humming in his throat.

He wasn’t going to be able to hold it back for much longer, and his groin was straining as much as his thighs and legs and arms and chest.

“Please. I’m sorry” he begs with spit dripping out the corners of his mouth and his eyes shutting tight as electricity starts in his spine shoots through him.

“Ohh” Keane groans low as the levee breaks then gives a sharp and jumbled “fuck” when Heather pulls her hand away and all stimulation is taken away from his cock.

He’s too far off the edge to keep from coming but it’s wholly unsatisfying when his balls spasms and his neglected cock sputters out thick semen on his length and onto the floor.

“Uh… uh…” Keane groans out pained and in desperation while his cock bobs and twitches. He was still hard and the weight in his stomach somehow felt heavier and more likely to sink him in the absence of a proper orgasm.

“Poor baby,” Heather coos when her fingers splays across his abs and she works her hand through the mess, “that didn’t look like it felt good” she finishes, tone mocking and wraps long fingers around his hard shaft.

Keane’s whole body jerks violently and his arm muscles protests against the movement with a sharp pain that he feels along his side. The stress in position was officially taking its toll on the difference before sore and painful.

“Did that hurt?” She asks and starts a slow rhythm stroking his cock that quickens his breaths to frantic and juts his hips in search of more.

“Please” he mumbles behind the gag as he’s right back on the edge with a few firm touches of her fingers along the oversensitive skin and thumbing the underside of his cock.

Every slow pull from base to tip felt like it started at the deep pool of his spine and yanked his lungs forward and every stroke down sunk it heavily into his core until he was choking on his own need for release.

“Uh, Ahh…” Keane starts then breaks off with a hiss as she coaxes his orgasm from him. He feels like he’s melting and the only thing he’s aware off of is the core off him being pulled through thick ropes of come until he’s hollow.

“Oh, oh” he’s rumbling from his throat as his muscles go pliant while Heather milks him so slow and firm. His feet are numb and unable to make out the solid ground and his weight has gone completely dependent on the hook holding his arms.

“Please please…” he begs weakly, garbled into the rubber and unsure of what he’s asking for until she taps at his sac and makes him jerk and cry out.

Once then twice then again and again until he has nothing less to give and his pleasured cries have turned to whimpers from the abuse.

“You’re so pathetic” Heather mocks cruelly and Keane can barely focus on pulling air through his nose. Nothing else matters but the ache and dry spasm of his cock whenever her palm struck his oversensitive scrotum.

“I’m sorry” he’s all breath and desperation when he tries to speak passed the gag and ends in a mess of sound.

“Not yet” Heather says with a quick grab and release at his softened member then stepping away to watch him sway loose limbed on the hook, “but we have time” she finishes with a dark smile and makes her way to wind him down.

Keane pleads with moans at this throat and barely has to pretend to be terrified. If anything else he’ll be exhausted enough to sleep tonight.

This was so good!

Anooooooon! Keane won’t be the only one sleeping better tonight, so will I knowing this exists. So many good things! Immortal/redeemed Keane is always such joy to read, and you went there. Such interesting thing to have him being freaked out over Quynh’s fate :(
And of course heather and him and all the lovely, delicious, consensual bdsm. I’m here for 110% of it. Ruined orgasm seems like a particularly nice touch because it’s one of my favourite tropes that almost never gets shown in fics, so, literally, triple blessed here. And right on time for (late Christmas!)

Thank you thank you thank you!!

OP

Aww yay. I’m glad you liked it and that it hit some good spots for you 😁😁😁

The first months were some of the hardest he’d ever had to live through, and he did fight in almost all 20th century wars. Nile stayed with him for the first one, the others coming in and out while they settled in their new home: a proper house, with proper, thoroughly vetted identities, where he and the little one could hopefully live in peace for a few years. Having her in his arms again made him feel wretched and euphoric at the same time, and he vowed to never squander this second chance.

Things turned downwards once Nile left, and he couldn’t help but think how much her mere presence was working as the one thing pulling him through the fog, incomplete bond or not. He debated with himself, on respecting the decision they reached to take things slow, but it became increasingly hard when, besides her, the only other person he actually interacted with couldn’t even sit on her own yet. He thought of the others, and the distance that had still been there even after everything, and he couldn’t…

He lasted a whole two weeks.

“Call Nile,” Andy said the second she picked up, “Or I’ll have to tie her up and drop her at your doorstep.”

“What?” Maybe calling Andy had been a mistake after all. She told him to if he needed, and by now he really needed it, but still.

“It’s a new bond, Book, you know how this shit works,” she hissed. “I explained to her she wouldn’t feel right being away this much, without even hearing or seeing you for weeks on end, but she’s got this stupid idea on her head about taking things slow. Apparently, you do too, since you’re calling me instead of her.”

“It’s what we agreed—”

“It doesn’t matter. Call her.” And she hung up, leaving him to glare at the phone, only to sigh and scroll down to Nile's number. That night he finally managed to sleep along with Lele, his phone warm from an hour long video call, and judging by the smudged shadows under her eyes, he hadn't been the only one missing sleep.

Nile ended up visiting every few weeks, to the point that even when she wasn’t there he could still smell her: by Lele’s crib, on the sofa they curled up to laze about, on their bed. It made him itch for a little more, just a little. He thought he could see the want in her too sometimes, in the way she looked at him the first time he attempted to help her twist her hair, or in the way her teeth always seemed to find the back of his neck when they fucked. She never acted on it, and he followed her lead, as he would until she felt ready (if she ever felt ready, his traitorous mind supplied once he was by himself again.)

After Lele’s first birthday, Andy and Quỳnh became yet another presence at their little house, ruining his piss poor attempts at keeping any semblance of order. It was strange to even think about these two relics in the same context as colorful cartoons and mashed fruits, but they fit right in. Quỳnh had adapted more quickly to the modern world than Andy ever did, despite missing the actual development of it, and she was more than happy to forget their no pictures rule in favor of snapping a dozen photos of Lele every hour.

They helped fill in the empty space in his chest that not even Nile could, a bond older than her. If there were still pieces missing, it was nobody’s fault but his. If it took him a few visits to notice they seemed to coincide with some of the most bloody jobs, nobody could judge him. He asked Nile about it.

"I must be the one doing a poor job if this is what you're thinking of while I'm going down on you."

He chuckled at her disgruntled look. "I don't know, you might have room for improvement—" He watched her as she came back to bed with lube and a vibrator. "Actually scratch that, you're on your peak performance, award worthy." She slicked his cock, to make up for the fact that she doesn't get wet enough for it to be comfortable, but the vibrator didn't receive the same treatment: the mere thought of her lately was enough to get him wet lately, and right now he was sure he was already soaking the sheets. She didn't tease, pushing it inside him in a single slide, and he clenched around the toy, his cock jumping, smearing his belly under Nile's hungry eyes. It takes all his self control to keep his hands on the headboard like she challenged him to, his fingers itching to replace hers around the base of her cock.

She teased herself, sliding their cocks together, before sliding him inside. All thoughts of Andy vanished as she rode him, the vibrations of the toy, the sticky trail left by her cock on his stomach and the tight squeeze around his own cock sending his mind to a buzz. The headboard groaned under his grip, her fingers digging into his chest. At the first spurts of her cock, his resolve failed, hands flying to stroke her through her first orgasm. She shuddered, slowing down to catch her breath, and he didn't miss the smirk at winning their little game, before she dug her knees in place and started it all again.

Afterwards, when the vibrator laid discarded on the floor and the window wide open to cool them off, she turned to him, a little sheepish, and confirmed that it was Quỳnh's idea. He didn't mind as much as he agreed. Keeping Andy safe would be a full time job, and he was more than happy to do his part.

The first time they asked him to join in a job was a little over six months later, because it called for a little demolition. His protests that Nicky could do it were silenced by the need for a sniper too, and that he wouldn't need to worry because Andy, said Nile in a very suggestive tone, had volunteered to babysit. He understood then what they were truly asking, and agreed despite his own apprehension. Nile noticed the real reasons for it quickly enough, and they had nothing to do with lack of confidence in Andy's abilities, as Quỳnh tried to tease him about; it was the first time he’d been away from her ever since he got her back, and even though the adrenaline, the blood pumping fast through his veins in the practised motions of the team work, made him feel exhilarated, he missed her more. When he returned, they’d redecorated most of the living room, the walls drawn on all over with animals and shapes, and Booker had to sit for a minute to think that maybe, maybe he could have both.

Joe and Nicky were the last missing pieces by the time Lele’s second birthday came around. They were cordial during missions, even babysat her once when he went on a mission of Nile's choosing, but the distance he put between them was still there, the proof of how lost he had been. At the party, after gifts had been opened, most of the food eaten, Booker allowed himself to just watch the others from the porch and catch his breath, and that was when Joe took his chance, coming to sit beside him.

“I kept thinking why you would try to give this up,” Joe said, after a beat. “Where did we get it so wrong with you that you never trusted us enough with this side of yourself—”

“You didn’t,” he rushed to answer, “It was never anything you did or didn’t do.” He sighed and pushed on. “The first decades after I joined you, after my son died, every kindness felt like pity and I couldn’t bear it. I know it was never how you meant it, that you and Nicky and Andy never had any intention other than making me feel welcome. I’m sorry, Joe,” he said, “I know you don’t owe me forgiveness, but I can only hope one day I’m able to deserve your trust again.”

Joe smiled, shaking his head. “You know, that sounds too emotionally smart to be the Booker I know.”

Booker laughed. “I, I’ve got a therapist,” he said, “Apparently I have too much unprocessed grief that led to self destructive habits like substance abuse and suicide ideation. I’m… trying to work through it.”

“Nile’s work?”

“No, I wouldn’t expect that of her,” he said, looking at Nile and Lele sharing yet another piece of cake. It was a good thing there were five other people in the house tonight to entertain a toddler on a sugar high. “I just can’t let my shit hurt anyone else again. It’s my mess to clean up…”

“You’re right in saying I don’t owe you forgiveness,” Joe said, “And I don’t know when I’ll feel confident with trusting you fully again but… you’re family, and so is the little imp over there. We’re here for the two of you, even if it means I’ll feel the urge to check my back once in a while.” Joe pulled him to his side, burying his face against the side of his head. He always took comfort like this, by touching them, breathing them in. That he still wanted to do it him meant more than any word. “Shithead.”

Booker laughed, and it came out more than a little tearful. “Am I getting Nicky’s disappointment later too?”

“You can bet on that. Also we have a bet running on when you and Nile will pull your heads out of your asses and complete your bond, and if you make me lose I’ll have to beat you.”

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It might not have been mentioned in the fic, but here is how I think of the others: Andy and Joe are also alphas, Nicky is a beta and Quỳnh is also an omega.

Also thank you for the luck wishes! Everything went fine and I got the Thing! Now let's see if I can finish this before New Year, two more to go!

Yes! This keeps getting better. The sex scene was really hot, a/b/o really allows to explore a lot of different combinations and I do enjoy that side of it.
Glad that Booker is tentatively rebuilding his relationship with the team, acknowledging his faults and seeking therapy. And I’m so glad he got his daughter back and started to build a relationship with Nile.

OP

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/8201.html?thread=2922505#cmt2922505

we've all seen the gifs of luca as mickey miranda being his chaotic self, so what i really want to see is nicky in that era with that HAIR and all of mickey's whore-like tendencies, except directed exclusively at joe. some people headcanon that joe/nicky go through phases with the intensity of their sex drives and i'm imagining that the late 1800s was a malta-esque high for them

i just want to see nicky being thirsty as all hell for his husband and vice versa. variety's the name of the game here, with a lot of switching, and sometimes nicky is more dominant and other times he's more bratty and wants joe to rough him up a bit (lovingly). as per the inspiring post (below), would love to see a lot of joe on his back experiencing the full benefit of nicky's horny energy

very importantly, THE HAIR: a lot of joe running his hands through it, grabbing it, pulling it while kissing and fucking nicky (or fucking his face), which they are both Very Into, to the point where its a disheveled mess

bonus if nicky is permabanned from having his hair in anything resembling that style while with the team because it brings up all these memories and nicky+joe get sent to horny jail immediately

extra bonus for partially-clothed sex because those waistcoats and cravats are sexy as hell!!

based off this iconic post/tag: https://nicojoe.tumblr.com/post/631630699163729920
and this art: https://luminarai.tumblr.com/post/631771282629853186/joe-said-heart-full-legs-open-inspired-by-this

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Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28368783

(it's maybe not exactly a fill, more a half-fill... but I was so fascinated by the "permabanned from good haircut" idea... and this is what happened. I hope you like it anyway ;) )

“Look, tell us,” Joe yelled over the storm. “Your boss made it sound like this was a media thing, he wanted some good quotes from scientists. He’s not acting like this is a media thing. So what is it?”

Andy was driving them – slowly, and with her hands clenching the steering wheel – back towards the main compound. The road down the hill was narrow, and unbarricaded on the cliff side, and very nearly a river. Nile clutched the car and reminded herself that she’d been on shittier roads, in the field.

“That’s what he told you?” Andy yelled back. “Christ. No, it’s not a media thing. The board made him bring in consultants. They’re worried the whole thing is going to fall over before we even get any tourists here. And they’re not wrong to worry – it’d be fine if we’d stuck with the little guys, but the big ones…they’re unpredictable, and they’re hard to keep healthy.”

“Okay,” Nile said from the back, raising her own voice, “but losing his shit is still a dumb way to get us to say what he wants.”

“He’s a control freak who thinks he’s God’s gift to biotech, that’s all.”

“I thought it was Dr Kozak who did the cloning,” said Joe.

“Yeah, but he hired her, so in his mind that means he gets the credit.”

Nile and Joe made disgusted noises at the same time. Andy barked a laugh that sounded like agreement.

They made it across the creek, which was foaming up almost to the boards of the small bridge, and Andy started to put her foot down as they came up the small rise – then slammed on the brakes. Nile was thrown hard against her seatbelt. Joe yelped in surprise. Nile opened her mouth to ask what had happened, and then saw there was someone right in front of them, barely visible through the rain: Dr Ngo, waving her arms frantically. She ran around the side of the car and hopped in the back seat, next to Nile.

“Andy!” she said. She was still wearing a lab coat, and absolutely drenched, her hair sticking to the sides of her face. “Andy, don’t take them back. It’s not safe.”

“What the fuck?” Andy turned, hooking an arm around the back of her seat. “Not safe?”

Dr Ngo nodded, gulping air. She must have run to get to them. “Dr diGenova – he got into an argument with Merrick, while you were up at the raptor house. Merrick was trying to get him to say how impressed he was, and then the power started to go down, the backup generators weren’t coming on, Booker was frantic…and diGenova said he wasn’t impressed, there was no way he could tell people this was a good idea, what he’d seen told him it wasn’t ethical, not how the animals were being treated or how the park was being run.”

“He said on the helicopter he was going to be hard to convince,” Joe said, his brow furrowed. “But if it was me, I would have saved that for when I was back on the mainland.”

“Me too,” agreed Dr Ngo, “but Merrick was pushing – you know how he is, Andy. Anyway, we don’t have time for this, what happened is he had Keane march Dr diGenova off to lock him up in a room somewhere, Keane was carrying a gun, and we can’t take these two back there when he’s acting like a tinpot dictator.”

“Last thing I told him was that we weren’t coming back,” Andy said, throwing the car into reverse. “So, let’s not.”

“What about diGenova?” Joe argued. “We’re just gonna leave him there?”

“Merrick’s not going to have him shot, but we gotta let him cool down!”

“Andy!” Dr Ngo yelled, and Nile saw why – the creek was up over the bridge now.

“Fuck!” The brakes went on hard again.

Something crackled; it was a walkie-talkie in Dr Ngo’s pocket. She picked it up. “This is Quỳnh, over.”

“Hey, it’s me,” someone said, clearly talking quietly. It was a man’s voice, and a French accent, but not someone Nile had been introduced to. “Did you get to them? Video shows the creek’s up. Over.”

“We just found that out, and I think we’re on the wrong side. What’s happening? Over.”

“They’ve locked the Italian guy up. If you come round the back I can do something with the cameras there, but the power is down to the whole park. You’re not going to be able to open the vehicle gates to go to any of the secondary sites now. And this weather isn’t clearing up anytime soon. Over.”

“Fuck,” Quỳnh said, over him. “Copy that, thanks, Booker.”

Nile let out a shaky laugh. “You know, when we got on the helicopter I thought it felt a bit like being kidnapped. I thought I was being paranoid.”

Joe’s jaw was set, the way it did when he was really angry. “Is there another way off this island?”

“There’s a boat three times a week,” Andy said. “But they don’t sail in storms. And you couldn’t fly safely in this, either.”

They all looked at each other.

Andy shook her head. “I’m not going to make you go anywhere, but I think somewhere in the main compound Merrick doesn’t know you are is the safest place for you to be. If this blows through, we can put you quietly on the boat tomorrow and let him…do whatever he’s going to do. Probably just assemble the staff so he can yell at us more efficiently. Seriously. He’s all bark.”

Nile saw Joe glance at her, then back at Andy. “All right.”

“Boss,” Nile said, leaning forward. “I can take care of myself. Maybe better than you can, if there’s idiots running around armed.”

“Doesn’t mean I have less of a responsibility for you,” Joe said.

“Better?” Dr Ngo - Quỳnh – raised her eyebrows.

“I was in the Marines,” Nile explained. “Before university.”

“Well, I hope that’s not going to be useful,” said Andy. She drove the car forward, and then sideways, parking it in the forest at the side of the road. “Okay. I hope you're all hide and seek champions. This is gonna be the grown-up version.”

They got out of the car.

This is so magical- I love how you're blending Joe and Daan, and Nicky and Paolo. I cannot wait to see Italia and Saar get along, and I love how Joe has Issues about online friendships/relationships after Kaatje (listen, I can be 100% into it when I'm watching the movie and love it etc, but I can also recognize how not cool it was, Kaatje!)

And Paolo-!! Paolo's anxiety and the internalized values from the more conservative society around him and his whole love-but-also-not-healthy thing with Mia, Paolo crying when he sees Italia for the first time, Paolo with the found family and the sweet, loving religious upbringing at the orphanage! Paolo fucking stole my heart, so to have some of that mixed into Nicky is so damn good.

Also as a mom I cannot handle how very true-to-life this feels for two 9 y-o girls. These letters and their dialogue with their dads feels so real, excellent work!

Yay!!! A new part!! 😍😍😍

I really love this especially because all of Booker’s issues and his relationships with Nile/the team aren’t magically fixed, but they are working on them!

Also, Lele is such a cute nickname :)

Prompt:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/8523.html?thread=3166027#cmt3166027

(I hope you guys didn’t come for world building cause Everything I know about cult stuff is from fictionalized media. this is purely manipulative Joe and sex. Splitting this in two cause I gotta be up in 5 hours but this grabbed me by the loins and wouldn’t let go and I wanted to post it to lessen the chances of it sitting in my doc as a WIP forever)
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He was going through the texts when the old hinges creaked and the door opened slowly.

Joe looked up and smiled at seeing his guest and returned the worn book to the shelf in order to give his full attention.

“Nicolò, thank you for coming” He says with a wide grin and took a few steps towards the other.

He looked nervous. His sea-green eyes were avoiding direct contact and instead stared at the floor and his shoulders slumped as if trying to make himself smaller to Joe’s presence.

He did that often. Tuck his body in as if it would make him small enough to hide between the spaces, and he never looked at him directly. Nicolò was scared of him. Joe shouldn’t find it as attractive as he did, but he did.

The man’s soft eyes and full lips and youthful face had garnered his attention and every time Nicolò tried to shrink in his presence it only made his want of him grow.

“Have I done something wrong?” Nicolò spoke cautiously to the floor and Joe would much rather have those beautiful eyes on him than the hardwood.

“Of course not Nicolò” he answers and takes the other’s chin between his fingers to tilt his head up so that they were looking at each other, “what would make you think so?” Joe asks genuinely curious as he maps the younger man’s sharp features into memories. He’s never actually been this close to him before and the other man was even more beautiful than he’d presume - a work of art made flesh.

His fingers linger on the other’s jaw much longer than appropriate and he would care more if he wasn’t well passed that. His entire reasoning for asking the younger man to come and see him was far from appropriate and there was no point in pretending otherwise.

His thumb follows the soft dimple at his chin before forcing himself to release so as to not scare the other further. He needed to calm him down if he had any chances of getting what he wanted.

“You asked me to meet you alone,” Nicolò answered apprehensively and Joe could see the way his face worked trying to make sense of the situation. He looked like he might cut and run at any moment. Or maybe beg for mercy? and only one those options appealed to the mood he was in.

“You’ve never asked for me alone.” Nicolò finished as if that explained everything and Joe nodded in agreement.

“Yes, unfortunately I don’t often have time to meet privately with everyone but I have made the time for you today Nicolò” Joe says with a comforting smile that he hopes would put the other at ease.

It seems to do the opposite as the other man then swallows and stumbles when he speaks again.

“That’s… why?” He asks and his voice is less sure as before, timid in a way that doesn’t match the intensity of his eyes. He’s still expecting the worse and Joe couldn’t imagine why. He didn’t think he had a reproachful sort of reputation so this fear of him was a little abnormal.

“I wanted your company” Joe answers honestly, deciding to get to the point to see if that would release some of tension weighing down the other man’s broad shoulders.

He watched as Nicolò’s eyes widen in surprise and his very tempting lips part open without a sound and then close again. Speechless. Joe hoped that was a good sign.

“I hope that’s alright with you,” Joe says filling the silence and offering a small smile, “Truthfully I’ve wanted your company for some time but there’s always something to be done, and you work so hard despite being so new, I didn’t want to disturb you”

“I’m not disturbed” Nicolò answered quickly then his cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment, “I mean thank you. You could never disturb me. It’s more than alright. Thank you, for choosing me to keep you company” Joe lets Nicolò ramble on and studies his face and body language in the meanwhile. He was flushed to the columns of his neck but his back had straightened and he’d stepped forward seemingly without noticing.

Joe couldn’t help another sharp grin, if a bit predatory, at the change from nervous to eager that Nicolò underwent in seconds. He felt brimming with power seeing the younger man advance to comply. He had a half of mind to put him to his knees but the other part of him said to tread delicately.

“Are you sure? We haven’t had the chance to know each other very well but I would hate for you to feel pressured. I’m sure there’s others in the commune closer to your age and more deserving of your attention and company Nicolò.” Joe says appearing to give him an out. He was pretty sure that the other wouldn’t take it but wanting Nicolò to think he had options was important if this was going to go smoothly.

“There’s no one more deserving” Nicolò answered quick and sure, stepping forward again until he could feel the heat of his body, “Yes, I am sure,” the pale green of his eyes were overtaken by the black dilation of his pupils and Joe forced his ego down at the display of excitement, “I would be honored Joe” Nicolò finished and stared openly - vulnerable and so willing that his mind went do the darkest places, things that would surely scare the younger man if they slipped out so he would have to put them aside.

“I am the one honored, thank you for being willing to share yourself with me” Joe spoke with a smile and cradled the other man’s jaw before leaning in for a kiss.

Nicolò’s lips were as soft as they looked and he took the bottom between his to taste him then he couldn’t stop tasting and the kiss quickly turned heated.

Nicolò pressed against him as good as he got, and Joe made deep sweeps of his tongue to chase the soft moans that he made and steal his breath from him. Sucking on his tongue particularly pulled some whimpers and made the younger rub against him so Joe indulged in that until he had to catch his breath and the younger man chased his mouth with a need that went straight to his groin.

“Nicolò,” Joe started when they parted for oxygen. “Nicky’s fine. If you want” The other said huskily against his lips and Joe smiled and pulled back to look at the desperation already marking his face.

“Nicky.” Joe spoke softly and watched the younger man’s throat bob, “I’ve been thinking of your mouth for weeks Nicky” Joe lets his thumb slide across the other’s slick lower lip as he speaks and with the way they part couldn’t help pushing the tip inside.

He’s met with Nicky’s tongue immediately; warm, smooth and wet, gliding over the digit and under, coaxing him further.

He’s hard in his jeans by the time Nicky’s applying suction and a vibrating moan around his thumb – the slick tongue curling around the digit making him hotter than he remembers being in a very long time. He’s not a big fan of being teased but watching Nicky’s eyes and lips as the man worked him was something that he could get used to.

“You’re very beautiful” Joe says breaking from his trance to pull his thumb from the younger’s mouth. There’s a loud ‘slurp’ as he does so that drives him insane enough that he pulls the other’s mouth to his again. Replacing the digit with his tongue and crushing Nicky’s body to his so he could feel what that little display did to him.

He’s met with a grind into his hard cock that makes him tighten his hold and dig fingers into Nicky’s hip then lower into his ass so he could do it again.

The sharp breathless noise that the younger lets out is completely worth the aggression of his losing control. He sounds lovely, but he could be better. He needs a solid surface.

“What do you want?” Joe says with the little remaining brain power that hasn’t been consumed by lust when he breaks to look at Nicky’s wild eyes and kiss bitten mouth.

“Anything. To please you.” The other says and there’s pleading in his tone, “Whatever you want.” Nicolò says and Joe has to bury his groan into the younger man’s neck at how sincere he sounds.

They’re such beautifully dangerous words and he doesn’t know where to begin.

I’m not saying making out in the church Booker got married is probably why he betrayed them but I’m not not saying it lol

This was a nice read. Thank you for sharing :)

Oh my god, hoow hot is that already? I love it!!

👀👌🔥

Yes. Oh god yes. Beam this fic straight into my brain. I’m here for manipulative Joe and naive acolyte Nicky. I’m here for Joe giving Nicky an out because he knows he won’t take it. I’m here for Nicky being scared of Joe and Joe having Dark Thoughts but setting them aside... for now. Yes!
OP

Glad you like it OP cause erm... Joe’s giving me sadomasochistic vibes and I’m trying to tame them and give him some redeeming qualities but I don’t think it’s going to happen ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Aaaa this is so good!!!!! :D

Nile wasn’t sure how sneaky they were actually being, but she guessed it was better than coming up in a motor vehicle. The rain had let up for the moment and everything was humid. The forest was alive with birdsong and the whoop of monkeys. It reminded Nile that the dinosaurs they were keeping here weren’t just out of time: they were being introduced to an entirely new ecosystem. If they really wanted to look after them, the park would have to wipe out the ecosystem of the island and cultivate one that resembled that of the Cretaceous. And Jurassic.

She wondered whether Dr diGenova had thought of that, when he’d said unethical. In her book, it certainly was. This wasn’t a small zoo, it was a whole island.

“And you’re totally sure nothing’s going to get out,” Joe was saying to Andy.

“The small ones don’t need electric fences to keep them in, and the big ones – you’d hear them coming, believe me,” said Quỳnh.

“Good. I don’t want to take specialising in therapods as far as getting eaten by one.”

“I wish I could feed Merrick to a therapod,” Andy muttered savagely. “He’d make a good snack for Queenie.”

Nile stopped. The forest noises ahead of them had started to go quiet, and if she listened –

“There’s something coming,” she said. “Running. Can you hear it?”

Everybody looked at her wide-eyed until she said “Humans, I mean, it sounds human,” and then they were all diving off the narrow path. Nile could feel her heart pounding in her ears. Two men came into view. One was Dr diGenova. The other was another white man, a little taller, dressed in the tech dude uniform of black t-shirt and jeans. They were moving very quickly.

“Booker!” Quỳnh stepped out into the track. Joe followed her. The men pulled up abruptly. “What –”

A shot rang out. Nile saw Joe spin around, confused, and went for him, but diGenova was faster; he grabbed him and pulled his torso down. Two more shots.

“This way, move, move, move,” Andy snapped, and they were crashing through the forest, no hope of being silent now. There were shouts behind them. Nile felt her pockets as she ran; nothing, not even a damned pocketknife. She felt shaky and sick like she hadn’t since the first time she’d been shot at, on deployment. They were consulting, this was a dinosaur park, what was going on?

They emerged out of the forest into a clearing – no, into cleared land, along a fence-line. Andy turned along it, and they followed. There’d been no more shots. The shouts were getting louder, maybe. Dr diGenova stumbled, and Nile saw Joe grab his upper arm to steady him. He gave a short, muffled cry. Joe’s hand came away bloody.

“You’ve been shot!”

“Yes,” diGenova said. He was going pale. “I noticed.”

The other man – Booker – swore profusely, or Nile assumed that was what he was doing; her French was more of the my aunt’s pen and where are the toilets? variety.

“Here,” Andy said, stopping at a small gate. She fished a set of keys out of her pocket. “The big ones are electric-only – these are the failsafes – come on.”

“What’s in here?” Booker asked, sounding nervous.

“This is just the pachys, it’s fine,” said Quỳnh. “It’s not even mating season, they don’t care about us.”

“I thought you said they were Alaskacephale,” Joe said.

“For fuck’s sake, can we talk shop later,” said Andy. “Move!”

They piled through, and she locked the gate. “That’ll keep them for a while. Come on, come on…”

“Longer than a while,” Quỳnh panted as they moved down a hill, having to be cautious of their footing. “Keane and his men are all terrified of the animals. They won’t come into an enclosure without vehicles.”

“That’s what I’m hoping,” Andy said.

“We need to stop and look at Dr diGenova’s arm.” Joe was emphatic.

“Nicky,” said diGenova. “Only the people who are shooting at us need to keep calling me Dr diGenova.”

“Okay, Nicky,” Joe said, flashing him a grin. Nile shook her head, but only internally.

It was starting to rain again.

“I can’t hear anyone,” Nile said, when they reached the bottom of the slope and started moving along the edge of a wetland. “Haven’t for – five minutes now? Maybe ten?”

“Good,” said Andy. The walkie-talkie in Quỳnh’s pocket crackled. “Dr Ngo? Dr Ngo, can you please confirm your location? We need all staff to –”

They never got to hear what they were telling all staff to do, because Booker grabbed it and chucked it into the wetland. It sank between two patches of reeds.

“Hey!” Andy protested.

“They have GPS,” Booker said. “Sorry. I didn’t think of that until now. I don’t know if they will, if I’m not there, but…”

“You run IT?” Nile asked him.

“Uh, yeah.” He gave her an uncertain smile, running his hand through his wet hair.
“Although I suspect not for much longer.”

Joe had taken Quỳnh’s sodden lab coat off her and was tearing strips off it, winding them around Dr diGenova’s arm. “Anybody who’s got more medical training, now’s your chance – I’ve just got a field qualification.”

diGenova – Nicky – raised his good arm. “I trained as a doctor before I went into bioethics. But field first aid is more relevant, probably, if you’ve re-trained recently.”

“Now I feel self-conscious,” Joe joked, but he was already fashioning a sling. “Here you go.”

“Five minutes to get our breath back,” Andy said. “Then we need to keep moving.”

“Where are we going?” Nile asked her.

She bit her lip. “There’s a rest hut in the Camarasaurus paddock. We can cut through the azhdarchid enclosure…I don’t want to head straight for the dock. Too obvious.”

“This is fucked up.”

“This is a little my fault,” Booker said. “I was calling my family outside the monitored calls – yes, Merrick had us monitor calls to family, he’s nuts about secrecy. I thought I was being clever. But apparently Keane knew about it, and when I went to check on Dr – on Nicky here, that convinced them that there was some sort of conspiracy.”

“Aw, jeez, Book,” said Andy. “You were not being clever.”

“Not all of us have our wives working here alongside us!”

“You’re divorced!”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to speak to the kids when I can.”

Something big moved in the wetland. Nile jumped backwards a step. It came into view; a pachycephalosaurid. They’d seen one on the tour. Up close, it was even more incredible. The big brown eyes, the bright greens and browns of its hide. It was so clearly alive and so clearly like nothing living – nothing that had lived in the last seventy-odd million years. It wasn’t paying any attention to them, browsing on the vegetation. There were others behind it.

“Time to keep moving,” Andy said.

Joe flexed his fingers. “I wish I had my notebook. Alright. Nicky, say if you’re not feeling well.”

“I’ll be fine,” Nicky said, sounding a little terse for the first time, but the smile he gave Joe was appreciative. In more than one sense.

“You know,” Quỳnh said, “Merrick always seemed to me like someone who would do the whole ‘most dangerous game’ thing if he thought he could get away with it, but I didn’t think that was literal.”

“What I’m hoping,” Andy said as they started to move, “is that in a few hours cooler heads will have prevailed.”

“That’s what you were saying before they started shooting,” said Joe.

“I think Mr Merrick is the kind of man who doubles down on his mistakes,” Nicky said, softly. “Not the kind who thinks better of them.”

“Cheerful,” Booker said, with heavy sarcasm.

Low booming noises were rising from the wetland, to their left and behind them.

“It’s just the pachys,” Quỳnh said. “They like to talk to each other.”

“Glad someone’s having fun,” said Joe. The rain was getting heavier.

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