crossover fic: Capturing the Dinosaur, PG

[lyssie]

what is this, I don't even

disclaimer: Not mine.
Fandoms: Primeval, Pryde&Wisdom (Marvel)
length: 1000+
genre: crossover, gen, actionish, humor?
notes: yeah, I don't know, either, but at least I managed to write something. I blame ladielazarus

Short primer for Primeval: It's a show about plastic dinosaurs and anomalies that link to the past. There's supposedly some science involved. Oh, and you can change the future by doing things in the past. Claudia Brown is a Home Office flunky, Nick Cutter is a scientist, Steven is the resident Strong Dude, Abby Maitland is into lizards and zoology. And Connor is their geek, but he didn't manage to make an appearance.

Short primer for Pryde and Wisdom: Kitty Pryde is a mutant with phasing abilities, a high IQ and a love of computers, she's been getting shot at since she was fourteen. Pete Wisdom is an ex-black ops operative with 'hot knives' that come out of his fingers, a love of cigarettes, and a cynical outlook on life. Together, they fight crime and save the world a lot. Alistaire Stuart runs WHO (the Wierd Happenings Organization), resurrected for this version of reality--he's a scientist, too.

Capturing the Dinosaur
by ALC Punk!

Claudia Brown watched the two 'experts' that WHO had sent over with trepidation. The girl couldn't have been more than nineteen, jeans and a t-shirt and a mop of curly brown hair as she chattered animatedly to the man with her. He was older, but looked like someone had dragged him backwards out of a derelict building, suit and all. This was decidedly not what she had requested when she'd contacted the other agency. Experts, she'd said, not a child and her weedy tutor.

Still. There was little she could do about it, not with Lester still sulking at his desk just waiting for her idea to fall on its face. Claudia firmed her resolve: WHO was required in situations like this, not a group of well-meaning, but hapless, scientists.

It was only when they'd stopped in front of her desk that she got a better look at the girl. Young woman, older than she'd appeared, from the look in her dark brown eyes. "I'm not sure if Alistaire has briefed you or not?" She raised an eyebrow, watching them, gaging their abilities.

The younger woman smiled, "He said there's a man who's seen a dinosaur."

Which was the gist of her report, but not all of it. "You've been cleared by both agencies," Claudia replied, "So I'm authorised to tell you that there was a dinosaur, but it's not the source of our problem." She bent and flipped through pictures on her computer, then turned it around so they could see, "This is. As far as we can tell, it's an anomaly of some sort, and may connect to the past."

"Time travel," the younger woman said, her tone full of disgust, "I hate time travel."

"Can't be worse than the last time, Kitty," the man replied. He shrugged at Claudia. "That's the national crisis? We'll be home in time for tea."

"Not quite. I'm Claudia Brown, and Alistaire has seconded you to my team for the duration. This isn't the first anomaly, and we're fairly certain it won't be the last." She half-smiled, "Let me introduce you to the rest of the team, and we can get down to business."

The man groaned, "Kit, I'm gonna kill him."

"No you will not." She smiled as she stood, "I'm Kitty Pryde. Mr. Complaints is Pete Wisdom." Her accent was more noticeable, and Claudia realized she was American. "Let's meet your team and get down to business."

Claudia revised her opinion slightly: perhaps Ms. Pryde would be of use to her, with her calm equanimity and good cheer. Mr. Wisdom, though, would probably be best left behind while they were in the field.

-

Pete was unimpressed with the dinosaur. "It looks plastic," he complained to Nick Cutter, as they dove behind a wall together.

"Well, the claws are certainly real enough," Cutter snapped. One of the military men was down, bleeding every which way. Pryde was at his side, her hands coated in his blood while she tried to keep him alive. Pete felt a surge of pride at that, even as the dinosaur decided that maybe she'd make a good dinner.

"Oi!" Pete jumped out of hiding and ran at it, waving his arms, "Over here!"

"Great plan," muttered one of the other members of Brown's team. Steven or something, Pete thought. HE was one of those Braddock types, all cock-sure and superior. Pete was of half a mind to sock him one. Well, after the dinosaur was captured.

Pete ignored him and ran at the beast, "Pryde, get out of the way--AUGH!"

No one had told him it could spout fire. Bloody hell, was it a dinosaur or a dragon? Pete dove to the side as the gout of flame spat through the air, singeing the small hairs at the back of his neck.

"Wisdom, you idiot!"

He rolled and smacked up against a wall, the dinosaur-dragon-plastic-thing pacing towards him, smoke coming from its mouth. "Pryde, a little help!"

"I'll take it high," she snapped.

Luckily, Ian or Steven or whatever, followed her lead. Kitty hit the dinosaur in the neck, fists smashing into it behind the skull, while the mighty hunter jumped on its hind end, hands grabbing at it. Between them, they distracted it enough that Pete could roll clear and jump to his feet. He jumped up and punched the dinosaur in the face, then cursed as his hand throbbed in pain.

Abby, the resident zoo expert, dashed in and shoved a syringe into the thrashing beast. It slowed its struggles and eventually went limp.

"There." Kitty stood and dusted her hands, then moved to Pete.

Not that Pete minded her checking him for broken bones, but it wasn't really dignified with the others standing around, watching. "Pryde--"

"Shut up," she suggested, pushing up on her toes.

Ok. Pete could follow that order. He could also kiss her, since she'd just saved his ass (again), and was looking really gorgeous and wind-blown.

-

The problem with hiding your mutant talent (under orders from Alistaire, who didn't want that mess to deal with, at this stage) was that it was a useful talent, at times. Still, Kitty had relied on her ninja skills more times than she could count, and since it had come down to fisticuffs, it had ended well. Mostly.

She left the somewhat brawnier men to trussing and carting the unconscious dinosaur and moved to the side. "Dr. Maitland?"

"Oh," Abby Maitland smiled at her, "It's not doctor. Not yet, at least. What can I help you with, Ms. Pryde?"

"It's Kitty. And I was curious about that sedative you used."

"Kitty, then. It's a mixture of sedatives, mostly ketamine, and a vitamin shot. Wouldn't want to ruin their immune systems, too. Lord knows what bugs they'll pick up here in the future." Abby was distracted, watching the others work.

"Not the first, then," Kitty prompted.

Abby didn't need much more to start talking about the rest, explaining in a different detail than Ms. Brown had about the anomalies. When she was finished, Kitty had a frown etched into her forehead, and a great deal of foreboding. "Abby, if you'll excuse me, I need to check on Pete."

Of course, Wisdom was fine, trading sarcastic comments with one of the soldiers. The wounded one whose blood Kitty had held in had been taken to hospital, leaving Wisdom with the task of either helping lift things or staying out of the way. Kitty headed towards him and picked his pocket for his phone. She kissed his cheek, "Be right back."

It wasn't a hard call to make, just an annoying one. Alistaire was going to be so smug that he'd called this one.

-

Which was how Claudia found her team with two extra people, and how Alistaire Stuart swore up and down he now owed her a favor. And how the world didn't end when Helen Cutter tried to change history.

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