Home Again
Summary: In S3 E1, a Pristichampsus almost pulled Connor though the anomaly. This is my version of something that could happen if he did get pulled through. He's been gone for 3 years, but when he comes back it's only been 5 days. There are some questions at end of chap1, please answer them to help me continue this story
Warnings: Gore, mild language. Possible future slash of Connor/OC or Connor/Becker or Connor/Abby
Disclaimers: Don't own. If I did, I would have done this on the TV show. Only writing this for fun
A/N: This is a pretty long chapter, they won't all be this long, some could be shorter, some could be longer, I don't know yet. Oh, BTW, the OC (Tarya)'s name is said Tar-e-a. Please answer the questions at the end of this chap, thanks. Shunters :)
Back
'It's been 3 years. 3 years to the day. 3 years, alone in places like this,' Connor thought to himself as he sharpened one end of his stick in his tree. (He used the stick for hunting and defence because he had to save the knife for more important stuff). Connor had found the stick on his second day in that hell hole and decided to call it 'Becker'. Named after a man he had met before joining the ARC and had only just met again, when he had go and end up here.
One end of Becker was thicker and harder than the other, he kept the other sharpened so he had both a club and a spear in one.
Connor's clothes were ragged, dirty and torn. He wore some grey chinos - worn away at the knees - a white button-up shirt, and his favourite black fedora, all torn from various injuries and stained with dirt and blood - both his own and creatures'. His black double waistcoat had long since been used as makeshift bandages & material wrapping around his wrists, to act as small, cheap boxing gloves. He still wore his brown trainer type work boots, stained with now unidentifiable substances. His hair was below his shoulders and tied back with a scrap piece of cloth torn from his clothing. His beard was still small as he managed to shave it using his knife and Abby's mirror which he'd had in his pocket (he forgot why).
His rucksack now only contained his scarf, his gloves, some string, a tinfoil blanket, a sewing kit with copper wire, a notebook full of sketches and a count of time, one stun grenade, two water containers, a lighter, some leather he'd made and 2 blades (more like machetes than daggers). He always left his backpack at whichever 'base' he was staying at. And took his twin blades out at night. Connor had many camps around the woods - in trees, under shrubberies, in caves, even some underground.
Connor sheathed his blade (Abby, he named it) in his ankle strap next to his leather strap ring neckless which he had tied around his ankle, and jumped from his tree, Becker still in hand. He landed perfectly. Cushioning the blow by bending his knees into a crouch and placing a hand on the ground as well. He stood up straight and felt his surroundings.
Connor, over these 3 years, had become very in tune with nature. He had brought the animalistic and feral side of himself out and was now known to all the creatures around him. He had earned a place in the food chain per say. Connor had also learnt that you can eat raptors. Although he did not unless they were already dead (and he knew how). Connor felt nature. How it sung with vibrations. He felt every tree, every leaf, every creature vibrate with life. One could say that he ran mainly on primeval instincts that humans locked away centuries ago.
After releasing all his senses to map out his surroundings Connor turned left and stalked towards the scene. He saw four raptors fighting - three against one.
At first he watched from a distance. But when one raptor perished, he sped forward and stopped two metres short of them. He readied himself, positioning as if ready to pounce. He held Becker at the ready and gave an animalistic snarl at the raptors. They edged towards him and growl-hissed back. They sniffed the air around him and knew it was his territory. They knew not to mess with a creature in its own territory, add that to his size, scars and primal snarls tearing from the man's throat, the raptors knew to back off.
As Connor crept forward, still low and defensive, he jabbed Becker forward scaring the beasts off. He felt no fear, controlling his fight or flight instincts to logically think situations through. The man closed the gap between himself and the raptor body, placing Becker on the ground, and withdrawing Abby from his ankle. He put the blade, sick deep, into the raptor's stomach, running the blade up to the creature's neck. Connor skinned it, pulled the plastic bin liner from his pocket, and sifted through the beast's flesh, searching for some meat.
Once he'd found the meat, he put it inside the plastic bag and tied it up. He left the raptor's body there, he knew he had to feed the other over-grown lizards, the only other part missing from the raptor was a canine. Connor stood, placing the tooth in his pocket, sheathing Abby and picking up Becker. He wandered back towards his tree, senses on high alert, as always.
The hatted-man arrived back at his tree. This base was an ancient pine, backing into an uprooted oak, some of its roots snacking around the pine, the others forming a cave like nest with a perfect amount of room for him, but a narrow entrance to prevent predators from snacking on him in the middle of the night. Connor snagged the makeshift fire starting kit he'd stored in one of the roots that hugged the pine, continuing into the root-made burrow, he plunged Becker into the soft dirt by the entrance, placing the bag of meat to the side in his nest and walking around to sit behind the little hole he dug for a fire pit.
The stranded man put twigs, dry leaves and some bark as kindling into the pit and started the flames with a spark from his fire starter kit. He placed some more twigs, which he'd stored to the side, into the fire with a delicate hand as to not put the small sparks out. Connor continued to fuel the fire until the flames were dancing high enough and hot enough, he then planted his homemade spit fire cooking device, carefully threading some of the raptor meat on.
He moved his washed stone plants to the side of the fire pit and left the burrow, climbing the pine like his primate ancestors, and grabbing his rack sack and sleeping bag from the branches. He slipped back down and into the nest. Rolling the sleeping bag to the back, he deposited his rack sack to the side, withdrawing a water container, a hardback A4 sketchbook and one of his many pencils.
Connor turned to the double page of a map of the known and explored land of the cretaceous and began to sketch and re-sketch the different creators' territory, he rotated the raptor meat every once in a while. After updating the map, he turned through the profilings of different creators and updated them as well. The ex-ARC employee (but still technically on the payroll) had kept a very detailed profiling of each creature he'd encountered from this era including; drawings, eating habits, behaviour, speed, terrain they lived on, names, threat assessments and danger factor (one assessing whether it was likely to attack, the other assessing the damage that could be done).
Once done Connor closed his book, he moved it out the way and dished the meat up onto his stone plates. He didn't have any cutlery, but where it might have bothered most men, Connor didn't even batter an eyelid at tearing flesh apart with his bare hands and teeth. Once finished with his protein full dinner, he licked his hands clean, drunk some water, and cleaned his dinner utensils away. He pulled his machetes (Cutter & Stephan as Connor nicknamed the twin blades) and lay on his sleeping bag and began to drift in the comfortable unconsciousness known as sleep.
"The Sun-Cage is cursed, anyone who touches it is, is doomed for life. The last person to touch it was Marion," Sarah, the museum worker, had told him.
He broke the pot, which wasn't too bad, but then the worst thing had happened.
"Wow, that's huge. I mean-" Connor had been cut off from his amazing 'locking anomalies' revelation by a Pristichampsus catching him in its mouth, and because his reflexes weren't good, he missed the soldiers gun in front of him and the over-sized croc pulled him into ancient Egypt easily.
Once through the orb, the beast let go, and Connor scrambled to get away. There was no sign of human life, so Connor acted on first instinct and ran. He turned to run back into the ball of light, only to see it guarded by three bad tempered reptiles. So the ex-student ran the other way. He ran for the cover of trees in the fertile 'Black Lands' on the banks of the river Nile.
Connor had always been quite good at climbing and preferred heights, and so it came quite naturally to him, to just run and scramble up the nearest tree. After a while the Pristichampsuses got bored and too hot, scampering for the Nile. The hidden man dropped from the trees and ran back towards the anomaly, jumping through the orb before he could even think.
The other side was not the museum though, the other side was a wasteland of a city, the future by the looks of things. He knew he had taken the same route, which means it had to be a different anomaly.
Connor awoke with a start. He had dreamt of the reason of his accentual spontaneous travels many times. The man sighed and put his things away, placing his stuff in the main part of the pine. Connor climbed to the top of the tree and looked out into the horizon, this made him contemplate his situation.
"See, if I had company, this place might not be so bad," he muttered to himself, "although if I had a pet here then I would be less entitled to leave...and I'm finally talking to myself, I've finally lost it."
A quite metallic clanging caught Connor's attention, he knew that sound. He built that trigger system his second day in the Cretaceous. An anomaly.
The man dropped to the main level of the tree and gathered his supplies, shoving Becker in his rucksack and withdrawing his dual blades, Cutter and Stephan. Connor gracefully descended to the ground and headed towards the East of his territory, where the alert had come from. He designed the system to sound different frequencies according to the location, so he knew exactly where to go. Connor tightened his grip on Cut & Sting (as he nick-nicknamed them), and stepped through the glowing orb.
The woods on the other side was relatively modern looking, Connor noticed, then grabbed the thing trying to attack him and held Cut to its throat.
"Connor?!" a man said. The man in question recognised that voice, it was Becker.
"Becker?" the other replied, he looked around, seeing five soldiers, Becker and Cutter staring at him. Connor looked at who he was holding, "Abby!" he dropped the blonde and dropped to his knees, he was home.
"Connor? Are you okay?" Cutter asked, cautiously stepping forward.
A curious crackle-squeak came from the anomaly, Connor tensed instantly. The new arrival stood, "get back," he told the team.
No one moved and Abby began, "Connor, what-?"
Said man cut her off, "get back, now!" he ground out. They listened that time and backed up several paces, "no matter what happens, do not interfere. I've been living with these creatures for years, I know them. And they know me."
Cutter nervously agreed, "do as he says."
Connor threw Cut and Sting into the dirt by a close tree, much to the confusion of everyone else, and withdrew Becker from his backpack, dumping the bag by his twin blades. Connor moved back a step, readying his spear-club.
A raptor stepped through the light and sniffed the air. Its pupils narrowed, smelling then sighting the well-known humanoid. The overgrown lizard hissed lightly at him.
Connor felt a snarl tear from his throat at the challenge this young beast presented. The thing started to snarl back wanting the man to submit, Connor in turn accepted this challenge of dominance and growled. The pair started slowly circling, waiting for one to attack. After three circles, Connor saw his chance and whacked the foolish thing in the head, sending it back towards the anomaly. It hissed in pain and made to lunge at Connor, who rolled out of the way, standing instantly and snarling savagely at the creator, smacking it again but this time the teenage raptor hit the floor, looking like a dead heap.
Connor stepped back a little, allowing the others a look at the beast. Cutter stepped forward, trying to get to the creature.
"Cutter don't," Connor warned.
"It's not breathing, Connor, it's dead," the professor told him.
"It's not dead, Cutter," Connor lowered his voice, "it's submitting," as he said it, the reptile grumbled and shifted to a bow like position, "don't get in our way," Connor ordered, not taking his eyes off the lizard.
The velociraptor glanced up, Connor meeting his eye sight and giving a slight growl. The man thrust the spear end of his dual ended weapon towards the now submissive raptor and giving a hiss like sound, almost perfectly communicating with the scalely beast. After this the creature slowly backed into the anomaly, Connor waited a moment until he was confident the raptor wasn't coming back.
The team was speechless. Connor had just made a velociraptor submit. Connor of all people. Abby stepped towards the man of topic and tapped him on the shoulder.
Connor reacted immediately, snapping around and grabbing her arm, spinning her around to hold the spear end of his weapon against her throat, he growled slightly at her.
"Connor! Stop!" Becker called.
Connor seemed to, literally, snap out of some kind of kill mode and jumped back, "oh God. Sorry Abby, just don't sneak up on me. Especially after a confrontation like that. Please."
The wide-eyed blonde said, "yeah, ok."
"How long have you been gone?" Cutter asked his former student.
"What? Shouldn't you already know that?" Connor asked, confused.
"How long, Connor?"
"3 years."
A chorus of gasps rang through the group.
"What?" the scruffy man asked.
"You've been gone less than a week here Connor," the professor revealed.
While walking towards the medical area of the ARC with Becker, Cutter and Abby, Connor couldn't help but notice the change in temperature.
"My God. Was the ARC always this cold?" Connor asked, pausing to pull his scarf and gloves out. The returnee put his scarf around his neck and pulled his gloves on over the material boxing-like gloves he still wore.
"It isn't cold Connor. Are you coming down with something?" Abby asked her ex-flat mate.
"It's the change from Cretaceous to present day, Abby. Early Earth was a lot warmer than now, and Connor's just learnt to adapt," Cutter told the now youngest member of the team.
The four turned into the medical bay. There was a young doctor in there, she was the head of the medical department, Dr. Pawley.
After dropping Connor off, Abby had to go tend to the mammoth and Pristichampsus (which got stuck after the anomaly closed with Connor inside), and Cutter had to go and inform Sarah, Jenny and Lester that they found Connor. This left Becker alone with the other man.
"Shirt, scarf, gloves and trousers off please Mr. Temple," the doctor told him. Connor put his backpack at the side of the room and complied, removing his hat and the rest.
Becker held back a gasp at sight before him. Connor was littered with scars, there were several bite marks on his forearms, claw marks down his front and back and a couple of scars on his legs.
"How long ago did you get these scars?" Dr. Pawley asked Connor.
Connor unwound a black bandage from his right shoulder, "Well the most resent is this one," Connor replied, pointing to one on his shoulder plate which looked like it had been stitched up with copper wire, "that happened yesterday, I only just dodged an Archaeopteryx, think turkey with talons. Then the nearest one before that would be a week ago."
Becker smiled at Connor's dino joke 'at least that's the same' he thought.
"What did you do to your wound?" the doctor asked Connor.
"First I cauterised the wound by heating my ankle blade," Connor pulled out the knife to show her and put it on the nearest table, "then I threaded a needle with copper wire, heated the needle and wire, stitched it up and wrapped a makeshift bandage around it."
"Right, well, it doesn't look infected, but I am going to re stitch it with some dissolvable thread," the doctor cut the copper wire and pulled it out, replacing the thread with some proper medical thread, "ok I'm going to get you an MRI and x-ray at a hospital later, but right now I'm going to draw some blood."
As the doctor draw some of Connor's blood for testing, Becker began to strike up conversation with Connor, "so, Connor, we do finally meet again and you go and get yourself trapped in the Cretaceous for 3 years, but only a week for us."
"I know, hardly seems fair does it," Connor replied with a small laugh.
"I would ask why you never really kept in touch with your friends, but working at the ARC, I see now that it's hard to have a life outside this," Becker told the man.
"Yeah, I was gonna try n talk to ya at the museum, but there wasn't really time what with all those bad tempered crocs," Connor stated.
"I'm done with the blood. I'm just going to take your blood pressure and heart rate," Dr. Pawley interrupted.
When taking Connor's heart rate she noticed it was slightly slow, "I also want to do an exercise test later, but I'll let you get settled for now."
"Thanks doc," Connor got dressed into a new ARC issue overall and picked up his backpack and knife.
Becker looked into the other man's eyes to say something, but noticed and said something else instead, "what's wrong with your eyes?"
"Huh?" Connor asked.
"Your eyes, they look more amber now then brown."
"Oh, that's, that's a long story. Tell ya later."
"Ok then. Come on, Conn, we've got to go talk to the others in a meeting," Becker lead the way to a meeting room with Lester at the head of the table, Cutter and Jenny on the left and Abby and Sarah on the right. Connor sat next to Sarah and put his ruck sack on the table in front of him while Becker sat next to Jenny.
"So, Connor, you've been gone a week here, disappeared in ancient Egypt and reappeared from the Cretaceous. Now I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure that isn't how the anomalies work, so care to share what you've been up to on your vacation?" Lester asked in his usual Lester-y way.
"Well I got pulled through the anomaly at the museum, then chased by some hungry over-grown crocs, when they gave up I ran back to the anomaly and jumped through without a seconds thought, I knew I was in the right place, but it was just a different anomaly. I ended up in the future..."
Connor didn't know what to do. Stay in the desert with people, however hostile they might be, or stay in the future with no immediate threat. A roar from the anomaly behind him made him take the hot deserted city over those short tempered crocs. Connor took his scarf and waistcoat off, tying them around his waist, and started to walk forward.
Connor walked towards a nearby building, listening intently for any creatures. He opened the door to an abandoned warehouse looking building and began searching for food and other supplies. The first floor was empty, with scratches in the walls and floor. Connor moved up the stairs and to the second floor with more scratches but this time a body at the back, a human skeleton, he saw as he moved closer.
The person's spinal cord had been ripped in two, both femurs split and a smashed skull. Overall, not a nice way to die. Connor noticed a backpack and sleeping bag nearby and walked over to them. Looking inside the bag, he saw two water containers, a small rectangular metal case with 'BOOST' written on it, some tinned food, some breakfast bars, some 'pure water' tablets, and a knife (Trident, Zytel Handle, Black TiNi Blade, ComboEdge) and a holster for it.
Connor withdrew the army switchblade and holster and attached them to his right ankle inside of his boot. He removed the leather strap ring neckless from around his neck and reattached it to his ankle below the knife. After this Connor opened both water containers to find them full. He put the containers away and took the metal case out.
The hatted man opened it and saw some instructions. Connor read 'in case of emergency. Allows a boost of energy. Withdrew red-grey liquid from a Predator's brain, just above the eye, and inject into person's heart'. He flipped the case shut and dropped it back in the bag, slinging it over his shoulders.
As it was almost dark out, Connor decided to get some sleep after exploring the building. He discovered a hidden bunker on the first floor with two bed, a couple of first aid kits, a weaponry cupboard and some water in, the rest of the food either eaten or rotten. Connor left his backpack and sleeping bag in there and went back up to the second floor, looking out onto the horizon.
He heard a dolphin like clicking and slowly turned around. A future predator. He froze trying to think the situation through. Connor slowly bent down, removing his blade and flipped it open.
The creature curiously tilted his head, clicking at the man. Connor held the knife up, just staring wide-eyed at the predator. He knew he had to get out of this somehow. Blood. Cutter said they could smell blood. Connor lowered the knife and pressed the blade into the palm of his other hand, wincing in pain. He wiped the blood off the knife and onto his hand, turning his palm to face the beast.
It clicked curiously and lowered its head to sniff Connor's hand. The man slowly raised his blade above the beast's head and plunged it into the creature's skull, it released a terrible screeching and flailed around a bit, forcing Connor to let go of the knife.
The Predator waved its arms around, causing Connor to bring his arms up to protect his face. The creature caught the man's arms with its massive claw before collapsing with a hiss. Connor put his foot on the beasts head and yanked the army knife out, closing it and sheathing it in his ankle strap.
The man went back into his bunker and got one of the first aid kits. Connor opened the case and took out some anticipated wipes and cleaned the wounds. Sifting through the kit, he found a needle and some copper thread. Connor sighed, knowing the thread would hurt. He sterilised the thread and needle by wiping it down with a wipe as well. After which, he stitched up both wounds and removed two bandage sleeves from the kit and covered both wounds with one. Connor set up his bed, locked the metal door and went to sleep.
In the morning Connor was woken by a strange sound. He leapt out of bed and tore the doors to the weaponry cupboard open.
"Super cool," he muttered to himself at the sight of all the guns and advanced weapons. He grabbed the nearest metal case with 'E.M.D' written on the lid.
Connor put the case on his bed and opened it. Inside was a rather futuristic looking gun with a leaflet explaining how to use the 'Electro-Muscular Disruption Units'. The guns had three different settings on them, this particular gun was the medium size, the lowest setting designed to take down a Ceratosaurus and the biggest a giganotosaurus.
Connor withdrew the portable first aid bag and attached it to his belt and tied the other end to his left thigh. Next he took the five charges for his EMD and shoved them in one of his pockets, taking the EMD and walking over to the door.
Taking a deep breath, Connor loaded the gun and pulled the door open. Out of everything to be on the other side, Connor did not expect to see that. A person.
A woman dressed in baggie dark beige cargo trousers and a black coat which was form fitting until her hips when it dropped freely until just above her knees with a hood and a red interior. She was holding a gun and pointing it straight at Connor.
"Who are you?" she asked Connor.
"I'm Connor. Who are you?" he replied.
"I'm Tarya. How did you get here? Are you from this time?" the woman questioned.
"No, I'm not from this time. I was in a museum in the 21st century when I got pulled through an anomaly by a Pristichampsuses, then I tried to get back and ended up here. What about you, you from here?" Connor asked.
"No, 21st century as well. I was just wandering about outside, when I fell through one of those gateway things and into the Victorian Era when I was about five, then a good few years later I fell through another and into here."
Tarya pushed her hood down, revealing brown hair tied into a French braid and amber eyes. She looked rather like an Elven princess.
"I trained with Tarya for two weeks when I saw a car come through," Connor continued, "It was a modern car, and we were going to go through the anomaly as well. But when we were on the roof nearest to the anomaly, we saw Abby, Becker, some guy and I came through, it was a rescue mission for the car guy. Because I was there, we couldn't go through the anomaly, I mean imagine that; two me's."
"Sounds like some kind of nightmare. The only thing that would be worse would be two Cutters," Lester replied.
"Who was the man?" Cutter asked, ignoring his boss.
"I don't know," Connor told him.
"Continue with the story, then," said Abby.
Connor and Tarya spent the next few weeks bonding and the Elf princess trained Connor in climbing buildings, hand-to-hand combat, guns, knives, what to eat and not, and even what to do when confronting a Predator.
After killing a Predator one day, Connor remembered the 'boost' needle. He grabbed the case from his ruck sack and thrust the needle into the Predator's skull, just above the eye. The liquid was red mixed with thick grey. He put the needle away and made his way back to the bunker.
"Hey, Conn," Tarya greeted.
"Yo," Connor replied. He then took the needle out and asked, "do you know what this is?"
"Yes. It alters a person's DNA to, basically, reduce the amount of food and water needed and increases the senses," Tarya told him.
"Wow, that's, errr, that's something," the man commented.
"Yeah. I took one about two weeks after I first got here," the woman told him.
"What? Did you know what it did when you took it?"
"Yeah. Duh. I wouldn't put something from the future in my bloodstream without knowing what it did."
"How did you know?"
"When I first came there was another person here, she gave me advice and suggested that I take one of those to help me survive here. I'm gonna do the same for you, but I won't force you to."
"Do you think it would be best?"
"Yes. But if you're gonna use it, do it soon so we won't attract any Predator attention."
After that Connor decided to take the serum stuff. He felt fine for the first ten minutes after, but then he felt his blood start to heat. There was a ringing in his ears, a pounding in his head, his teeth were burning, and his whole body was aching. Connor flopped to his knees and moved his fingers up to his teeth, he felt his four canines grow slightly longer and sharper and his molars sharpen as well. He moved a hand to his head, and then both to his chest, feeling like his ribs were going to crack. His breathing became hard and his blood began to boil.
Connor screamed out as the ache of his body turned into a stabbing, the ringing into a screeching Predator, the pounding a throbbing. He fell onto his back, gasping for breath. The man dug his nails into his chest, in the middle of his rib cage and pushed down with both hands, trying to relieve the pressure and prevent his rib cage from bursting. He felt his eyes burn and clamped them tighter shut.
Connor spent the rest of the night writhing in pain, trying to keep himself from yelling until his throat was raw.
Come morning, he was still on his back, on the cold floor, laying in cold sweat and panting for breath.
"Has it finished yet?" Connor managed to gasp out between trying to breath.
"Yes, I think so," the amber-eyed girl told him.
"Good. Because that was bloody awful," Connor breathed. Tarya chuckled. Connor stood and pulled Abby's mirror out of his pocket, looking in to it to decide how bad he looked, "what the hell?!"
"What?" Tarya squealed, worried something was really wrong.
"My eyes are amber," Connor breathed, not quite believing it.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you about that little side effect. Your eyes are amber, I'm guessing, because Predator's eyes are. But I can't tell because I've never seen a Predator's eye properly. Oh also you'll find that you enjoy exercise, the outdoors and being with animals more."
"Well, the eye thing would make sense because it would be an inherited DNA factor which would be passed on in the injection from the Predators. As for the excise and outdoors, that would properly be good. For one, it would keep me alive and happy here, and second, I would finally be able to rub it in all those bully's faces. Granted if I ever get back."
"Hey," Tarya cooed and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug, "hey, we are going to get back. I don't know when, but we are...Oh, yeah, and another effect of the drug. It kind of makes you an adrenaline junkie."
"Seriously? Wow, my friends basically won't recognise me when we get back."
Tarya laughed, "also, be on the lookout for other skills. Apparently one guy developed echolocation as well," Tarya informed him, "now, let's go kick some Predator ass."
"Yeah, and don't forget those bug things. We really should give them a name," Connor replied as he pulled out of the hug.
"Yeah. How about something with 'mega' in it, like 'megant'?" Tarya laughed.
"I've got it. My old roommate was a zoologist, very into animals, she did a study on insects, and for some reason some of her info stuck with me. They look like they could be derived from the Hymenoptera family, so what about, like, Megopteran?"
The amber-eyed girl smiled, "definitely better than 'megant'."
The nine months were spent with the same routine: get up, hunt Predators and Megopteran, eat, salvage water and food, train, hunt, sleep with one person keeping watch in shifts, and repeat every day.
Just under a year from Connor's arrival, an anomaly opened up. Both people craved adventure, and wanting a new one (and running out of resources) caused both young genetically-altered adults to leap through the anomaly.
They were almost through, when a horde of Predators sprung on them from, seemingly, out of nowhere.
"Go Connor!" Tarya yelled, "I'll hold them off! You need to get out of here!"
"No!" Connor replied, "I'm not leaving you! I can't!"
"Then I'm sorry!" Tarya told him. She pushed him through the anomaly, running the other direction.
Connor went back through the anomaly, only to see Tarya turn and throw a grenade at some nearby Predators. He turned and jumped through the anomaly, narrowly avoiding the explosion.
He spent the next 2 months in the Triassic Era, when an anomaly to the Cretaceous opened. Connor took a chance and jumped through, the anomaly to the future having closed the day after it opened.
"...and I've been living in the Cretaceous, by myself, for two years," Connor finished.
Everyone was speechless. Their sweet, innocent Connor had been through so much.
"How did you know where the anomaly from the Cretaceous was, or did you just stumble upon it?" Cutter was the first the find his voice, snapping the others' attention back to the conversation.
"My second day in the Cretaceous, I had loads of metal objects, like empty food cans and forks. I found, with my enhanced hearing, that I could tell the difference between metals because of the frequency. So I designed a system that would sound every time an anomaly opened, and I could hear the different frequencies according to location," Connor told them.
"That's really something," Cutter muttered, almost to himself.
"What happened to your gun?" Becker asked, of course it would be Becker, "it sounds like a cool gun."
Connor laughed, "I know you would ask something about the weapons. When I was gonna go through the anomaly, with Tarya, in the middle of the fight, a Predator jumped at me. I had run out of charges, so I held the gun up to defend myself with, and it broke, so I used one of my blades to cut the thing's head off. That's when I named that blade of well," when people looked at him funny (all but Becker who does that himself), Connor continued, "don't judge, when you're alone in the future, and possibly about to lose the only person there, then get stranded in the past, you start to name things."
"What did you name it?" Becker asked.
Connor pulled his twin blades out from his backpack and said, "this one, I named Cutter or Cut for short because I cut a Predator's head off with it, and this one, I named Stephan or Sting for short because I cut a stinger off something before and Cutter always hung out with Stephan."
"I'm touched. I think," Cutter said.
"When I saw the running theme I had going, I name my other two weapons as well," Connor pulled his army knife from his boot and the club-spear from his bag, "I named my knife Abby, and the club-spear Becker."
Becker held back a laugh at the team's reactions.
"Right, that's all I needed to know, and more. Go home Connor, I want you in first thing tomorrow with the rest of the team," Lester told Connor.
"Thank you," he replied, standing, "I really need a warm shower. Abs, can I have a key, I forgot where I left mine in the Cretaceous."
"Oh, God, I'm sorry Conn, I forgot my brother's staying with me. He was going to move in with a friend, and you were, you know, away," Abby apologised.
Connor sighed and sat down, "don't suppose I could stay here, Lester?"
Lester was about to rant about some health violations, when Becker offered, "you can stay at my flat, if you want, Conn, I've got a spare room."
"That would be great, thanks Becks."
The team was slightly confused at the two men using nicknames for each other, and Becker's quick offer even though (as far as they knew) the two had only just met.
"Right, Becker take Connor home. I want both of you in first thing tomorrow," Lester told them.
Connor packed his stuff away and left to Becker's car with him.
Becker led Connor into his flat and began to show him around.
"Living room here, you can put your ruck sack anywhere, kitchen to the left, bedrooms and bathrooms to the right," Becker told his friend, pointing as he went.
Connor nodded, "thanks," he said as he put his backpack behind the sofa.
"K, shower's first door on your left," Becker told him.
"Thanks, I'll see ya in...probably more than an hour," Connor laughed and left to take a shower.
A/N: so these are the questions I wanted to ask you, please, please reply by either PM or review.
Who should Connor's boyfriend/girlfriend be?:
a) Becker
b) Abby
c) My OC, Tarya
d) Other (specify)
Thank you so much :)
