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Primeval ficlet: Bubastis, Kitten of Egypt | Sarah, Abby | G
Title: Bubastis, Kitten of Egypt
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rustydog
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Sarah, Abby
Rating/warnings: G
Spoilers: character stuff from 3x01
Words: 1133
Note: Written as commentfic for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bringthehappy 2009 Happyfest.
Sarah had just made tea and was settling down with a stack of post to sort through when the doorbell rang.
It was Abby. Her smile was as cute and infectious as always.
"Abby! ...Hi?"
"Hi"—Abby looked apologetic—"I hope this isn't a bad time. I know it's your day off..."
"No, don't be silly, come in." Sarah motioned Abby through the door, glad she hadn't decided to spend the morning lounging in her pajamas. "I just didn't realize you knew where I lived."
Also, Sarah hadn't gotten the impression any of the team were interested in opening up socially, just yet. She had just joined them, and she knew it would take time. Though it was nice to get a personal visit, she didn't have any illusions it wasn't work-related.
"What's up?" she asked.
Abby was carrying a canvas shopping bag, and she set it down on the floor very carefully before she answered.
"Well, you know that anomaly near the ARC that keeps opening up for, like, thirty seconds and chucking out domesticated animals?"
Sarah nodded calmly, but her heart jumped with hope. "Right. Has something happened? Abby, I'm dying to go through that anomaly. Based on the livestock varieties, it could lead to some amazing places, like ancient Greece or Sumeria, or—"
Abby sucked air through her teeth, looking sorry about disappointing Sarah. "It hasn't stayed open any longer than usual. But something a little different came through this time. Cutter knows you've been researching animal pictograms from different cultures, and he was wondering if you could confirm the identity of an artefact the animal was wearing. How much do you know about feline domestication in ancient Egypt?"
Well, this could be interesting anyway. "Quite a lot," Sarah answered. "As much as anyone can, actually. Cats were objects of worship for the pre-Egyptians and symbols of a deity in Egypt."
Abby grinned. "Well, I bet you'll love this."
Abby nudged the bag gently with her toe. A second later, it moved. Then it... mewed. Abby knelt down, folded down the edges of the bag, and lifted out a small bundle of light brown fur.
"Okay if I—" she indicated the kitchen table.
Sarah was staring. She shook herself and nodded.
Abby set the little ball on the table, and in a moment, it uncurled, stretching its paws in front of it and letting its tail stick straight up. Then it sat down on its haunches, looked up at Sarah, and opened its mouth in a yawn, showing tiny needle teeth and a very pink tongue.
"Cute, huh?" Abby observed.
"Oh my god."
Abby laughed. "I know! So, what do you think of the collar?"
"Abby, that's what I was talking about, the collar. Oh my god. It's definitely Egyptian, and it's brand new."
"Oh, Cutter really wants to plot this anomaly on his model. He'll be so happy to hear that." Abby already had her phone out and was dialing.
While Abby spoke with Cutter, Sarah took the opportunity to inspect the collar more closely. It was really more of a light chain with a pendant, and not surprisingly was inscribed with hieroglyphs for the goddess Bastet. "I bet your family is missing you," Sarah told the kitten. She was still holding the pendant between two fingers; the kitten hooked its paw around her hand and chomped down on a finger.
"Hey!" Sarah cried, pulling back her hand. Abby had just ended her phone call and came over to the table, grinning.
"He likes you! He's just trying to play."
"Well, he may have been revered back home, but he'll need to learn to stop that if he's going to stay in London. What are you going to do with him?"
"Ah..." Abby was doing that thing where she shifted her hips, leaned a little to the side, and looked even cuter than usual. Sarah had seen her use this technique to great effect with Connor several times.
"Abby! No, I can't. I really can't. This is why you didn't just phone, isn't it?"
"Oh, Sarah, he's so adorable. And cats are fine in a flat."
"Why can't you take him then? You're a biologist!"
Abby wrinkled her nose. "I'm really more of a lizard girl, though. I don't do mammals."
Something about her expression made Sarah think there was more to it than that, but she didn't pursue it.
Abby kept trying. "Lester might let us explore the Egypt anomaly if it ever stays open long enough! If you still had the cat, you could take it as a gift?"
That was unlikely, Sarah knew, but tempting. She looked at the kitten. As alert as it had been just a minute ago, it was looking sleepy now, its eyelids closing to slits. She could hear a rumbling coming from its chest. It stood up, wandered over to a fruit bowl
Sarah hadn't refilled yet, climbed in, and curled back into a ball. The tip of its tail twitched twice next to its little nose, and with a sigh it went to sleep.
She was slain. She knew it. Putting a hand over her face in defeat, she sighed. "Okay, Abby. But you have to tell me how to take care of a cat. And if it destroys any of my art..."
Abby grinned, bounced on her heels, and then impulsively came over and hugged Sarah. "I just couldn't stand taking him to the dogs and cats home, you know? The cows and goats were okay to send out to farms, but he's used to being pampered. You're going to love him."
Sarah chuckled and shook her head. "We'll see. Now, you can't go away until you've had some tea with me, right? I need pet tips."
While Abby moved the kitten out of the fruit bowl, Sarah made fresh tea. She pushed the shopping bag/cat carrier out of the way with her foot, and when it flopped open, she caught a glimpse of the bedding inside: what looked like a tattered, crocheted blanket in bright blue and red.
"Abby," she called toward the sofa where the kitten was now playing, "who at the ARC has a handmade blanket like this?"
"Connor donated it," Abby called back, rising to join Sarah in the kitchen. "He says his nan made it for him years ago. Personally," Abby leaned over the table toward Sarah and whispered conspiratorially, "I think he sleeps with it." She winked, and they both laughed.
It was going to be a much more pleasant morning than Sarah had expected. And the little animal did look like it would be cozy at night, if it ever stayed still for longer than five minutes. Sarah smiled to herself. What a job she had gotten herself into.
Author:
rustydogFandom: Primeval
Characters: Sarah, Abby
Rating/warnings: G
Spoilers: character stuff from 3x01
Words: 1133
Note: Written as commentfic for the
bringthehappy 2009 Happyfest.Sarah had just made tea and was settling down with a stack of post to sort through when the doorbell rang.
It was Abby. Her smile was as cute and infectious as always.
"Abby! ...Hi?"
"Hi"—Abby looked apologetic—"I hope this isn't a bad time. I know it's your day off..."
"No, don't be silly, come in." Sarah motioned Abby through the door, glad she hadn't decided to spend the morning lounging in her pajamas. "I just didn't realize you knew where I lived."
Also, Sarah hadn't gotten the impression any of the team were interested in opening up socially, just yet. She had just joined them, and she knew it would take time. Though it was nice to get a personal visit, she didn't have any illusions it wasn't work-related.
"What's up?" she asked.
Abby was carrying a canvas shopping bag, and she set it down on the floor very carefully before she answered.
"Well, you know that anomaly near the ARC that keeps opening up for, like, thirty seconds and chucking out domesticated animals?"
Sarah nodded calmly, but her heart jumped with hope. "Right. Has something happened? Abby, I'm dying to go through that anomaly. Based on the livestock varieties, it could lead to some amazing places, like ancient Greece or Sumeria, or—"
Abby sucked air through her teeth, looking sorry about disappointing Sarah. "It hasn't stayed open any longer than usual. But something a little different came through this time. Cutter knows you've been researching animal pictograms from different cultures, and he was wondering if you could confirm the identity of an artefact the animal was wearing. How much do you know about feline domestication in ancient Egypt?"
Well, this could be interesting anyway. "Quite a lot," Sarah answered. "As much as anyone can, actually. Cats were objects of worship for the pre-Egyptians and symbols of a deity in Egypt."
Abby grinned. "Well, I bet you'll love this."
Abby nudged the bag gently with her toe. A second later, it moved. Then it... mewed. Abby knelt down, folded down the edges of the bag, and lifted out a small bundle of light brown fur.
"Okay if I—" she indicated the kitchen table.
Sarah was staring. She shook herself and nodded.
Abby set the little ball on the table, and in a moment, it uncurled, stretching its paws in front of it and letting its tail stick straight up. Then it sat down on its haunches, looked up at Sarah, and opened its mouth in a yawn, showing tiny needle teeth and a very pink tongue.
"Cute, huh?" Abby observed.
"Oh my god."
Abby laughed. "I know! So, what do you think of the collar?"
"Abby, that's what I was talking about, the collar. Oh my god. It's definitely Egyptian, and it's brand new."
"Oh, Cutter really wants to plot this anomaly on his model. He'll be so happy to hear that." Abby already had her phone out and was dialing.
While Abby spoke with Cutter, Sarah took the opportunity to inspect the collar more closely. It was really more of a light chain with a pendant, and not surprisingly was inscribed with hieroglyphs for the goddess Bastet. "I bet your family is missing you," Sarah told the kitten. She was still holding the pendant between two fingers; the kitten hooked its paw around her hand and chomped down on a finger.
"Hey!" Sarah cried, pulling back her hand. Abby had just ended her phone call and came over to the table, grinning.
"He likes you! He's just trying to play."
"Well, he may have been revered back home, but he'll need to learn to stop that if he's going to stay in London. What are you going to do with him?"
"Ah..." Abby was doing that thing where she shifted her hips, leaned a little to the side, and looked even cuter than usual. Sarah had seen her use this technique to great effect with Connor several times.
"Abby! No, I can't. I really can't. This is why you didn't just phone, isn't it?"
"Oh, Sarah, he's so adorable. And cats are fine in a flat."
"Why can't you take him then? You're a biologist!"
Abby wrinkled her nose. "I'm really more of a lizard girl, though. I don't do mammals."
Something about her expression made Sarah think there was more to it than that, but she didn't pursue it.
Abby kept trying. "Lester might let us explore the Egypt anomaly if it ever stays open long enough! If you still had the cat, you could take it as a gift?"
That was unlikely, Sarah knew, but tempting. She looked at the kitten. As alert as it had been just a minute ago, it was looking sleepy now, its eyelids closing to slits. She could hear a rumbling coming from its chest. It stood up, wandered over to a fruit bowl
Sarah hadn't refilled yet, climbed in, and curled back into a ball. The tip of its tail twitched twice next to its little nose, and with a sigh it went to sleep.
She was slain. She knew it. Putting a hand over her face in defeat, she sighed. "Okay, Abby. But you have to tell me how to take care of a cat. And if it destroys any of my art..."
Abby grinned, bounced on her heels, and then impulsively came over and hugged Sarah. "I just couldn't stand taking him to the dogs and cats home, you know? The cows and goats were okay to send out to farms, but he's used to being pampered. You're going to love him."
Sarah chuckled and shook her head. "We'll see. Now, you can't go away until you've had some tea with me, right? I need pet tips."
While Abby moved the kitten out of the fruit bowl, Sarah made fresh tea. She pushed the shopping bag/cat carrier out of the way with her foot, and when it flopped open, she caught a glimpse of the bedding inside: what looked like a tattered, crocheted blanket in bright blue and red.
"Abby," she called toward the sofa where the kitten was now playing, "who at the ARC has a handmade blanket like this?"
"Connor donated it," Abby called back, rising to join Sarah in the kitchen. "He says his nan made it for him years ago. Personally," Abby leaned over the table toward Sarah and whispered conspiratorially, "I think he sleeps with it." She winked, and they both laughed.
It was going to be a much more pleasant morning than Sarah had expected. And the little animal did look like it would be cozy at night, if it ever stayed still for longer than five minutes. Sarah smiled to herself. What a job she had gotten herself into.
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I want a kitty in a fruit bowl right now!
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