Disclaimer: Impossible Pictures owns Primeval and it's characters, no copyright intended.

A/N: This is just a silly three-shot, the situation and reasoning of it all will become a little more serious later on. Other chapters in progress, hope you enjoy!

"Good Mornin', Professor." Connor heard behind him, his class was over and all the students were gone with only Connor picking up his scattered things and the Substitute stacking his papers. He greeted someone behind him and Connor turned around, wearing his jacket with silly campaign buttons and half zipped zipper to see Professor Cutter - the actual professor of the class.

"Good is it? Hm. Where is everyone?" Cutter asked, the Substitute laughed.

"They left." Cutter looked at him with not much expression, and the Substitute laughed again. "The class is over."

"Is it?" Cutter looked around, his eyes catching Connor as he watched them chat. "Well- I'll make it next week."

"I'm sure you will, Professor." The Substitute said, hiding his smile. "You're later than usual, Cutter. What's going on today?" Cutter sighed. He rubbed his brow and straightened the bag on his shoulder.

"Threes, Stephen." The Substitute named Stephen gave a chuckle and rolled his eyes.

"Of course, today's the third." Stephen realized. Cutter looked down at his watch and said he had somewhere to be. He rushed out of the classroom and the Substitute just shook his head.

Connor was curious what the Professor meant, but he shrugged it off, just amazed that dropping all of his things was the source to him finally seeing his idle, Professor Nick Cutter.

Connor closed the door behind him and walked into the flat that he didn't even live in at the moment. He came to the couches and flopped down, letting out a massive sigh.

"Good morning!" Abby stood in the kitchen feeding Rex when she heard Connor come in from his date. He knew that if he planned it at any other time later that day work would have gotten in the way. When she looked over at Connor she regrettably knew what it meant.

Abby skipped to where he was and leaned over the arm of the white couch, giving a silly expression. Connor smiled at her.

"Didn't go so well?" She asked, Connor scooted over on the couch and shook his head. "What a bother, I thought she would be that right kind of person."

"Isn't she your friend?" Abby slid in the couch beside him and shrugged.

"Suppose not anymore." Connor chuckled and turned to face her.

"You don't need to do that. She was nice about it and all that."

"She bluntly dumped you?"

"Yeah. She said something about how I was more of a friend type." Abby hissed out a 'ouch' and took his hand and squeezed it.

"She wasn't really your type anyway." Connor snorted and forced a smile.

"She was more or a friend type, yeah?" Abby laughed.

"Yeah." They sat there quiet, a little awkward between them since Abby asked Connor to move out – and now the fact that she was okay with Connor going out with one of her friends. They'd both been a little hostile to the other dating since the whole Caroline thing happened, so it was a little odd. The only reason she really was okay with it was because she knew this girl and she knew she'd dump Connor after the first date. It seemed harsh, but Connor was set on going out with her and Abby knew this girls type. It was the bulky jerks who hit on her and every other woman 24/7- not the skinny, down to earth, attractive geek that looked at you and you only.

"Oi, what day is it?" Abby had to think about that for a second.

"Third, I think." She finally figured out.

"It's what?"

"The third. Why?"

"Isn't it March?" Connor asked panicked. Abby looked at him and nodded, highly confused. "That explains everything, doesn't it?" Connor mumbled to himself. Abby stared at him, a little worried, and he stood up. "Tell Danny I'm not coming in today." Abby scoffed, thinking he was joking, but Connor looked at her serious.

"Connor, Lester just gave us the day off for-"

"Abby, this is life or death, isn't it? I can't risk it."

"Risk what, Connor?" She said with a bit if a laugh. Connor sighed.

"You know how Cutter hated threes?"

"Yeah. He hated it when we asked to celebrate his 33 birthday. He just stayed cooped up in his house all day."

"And remember that an anomaly opened and a raptor chased Cutter? Almost killing him?" Abby hated remembering back to such bad stories of Cutter, but she nodded and Connor went on. "Three was Cutter's unlucky number." Abby laughed and Connor stared at her. Abby stood up and felt his head.

"Are you well?" She teased him, Connor rolled his eyes.

"Abby, I'm serious!"

"I know that's why I'm worried! Connor, you can't be serious-"

"Cutter died on the third." Abby paused. "He was 33 and he died on the third of however long that's been..." Abby knew his little fear was ridiculous, but she couldn't argue. Connor was stressing over more than just a number.

"Okay." Abby answered with a gentle voice.

"Okay you believe me or okay on the date?"

"Both. If you believe that this number was a cursed number of Cutter or something than I believe it. But what does it have to do with you?"

"I think..." Connor sighed once again. Knowing how ridiculous it was for him to even say it. "I think Cutter passed it down to me." Abby tried to not laugh, but Connor could still hence the forced down smile that begged to show. She nodded but before either could speak their phones rang.

"Another anomaly." Abby said as she stared at the cell in her hand. Connor looked up and with begging eyes and she answered.

"Yeah?" Connor's phone stopped ringing. "Yeah, okay. Thanks Sarah- hey could you- oh... Wow, okay. We'll be right there." She hung up and Connor groaned. "I'm sorry, Conn- Danny said he needs you for some science reason, words exactly."

"Just my luck." Connor gritted his teeth and grabbed his anomaly detector. "You ready?" Abby grabbed her purse and tucked her phone in her pocket and they were off. "Yeah, let's go."

The team all met at public London Park; a small anomaly opened up in a tree and scared a few parents. Connor and Abby met up with everyone else and Abby was pulled over to see the creature tracks, hoping she could tell what it was, and Connor came to Danny.

"Yo," Danny turned and slapped Connor on the shoulder.

"Connor, good that you're here."

"Yeah..." Connor mouthed an 'ow' and rubbed his neck, Danny shoved a computer in front of him and Connor stared at the screen.

"Here. It's messing up." Danny told him.

"I was told to make sure I hurry because your video game froze?"

"What?" Danny looked at the screen. "That's ... No I was playing it when the entire thing just froze on me."

"That's nice, Danny. I'm a fan of Animal Farm, too. " Danny ignored him and went on.

"Listen, mate, I'm no good with computers like you are. Try to fix it, eh?"

"Why is this important to the mission?" Connor questioned, Danny gave him a put out look and explained.

"Because the creature was spotted and Becker shot it with a tracker, but the tracker is only hooked up to this computer."

"Oh." Connor grabbed the laptop and sat down with it, Danny heard someone call his name so he sighed.

"Let me know when you fix it, thanks mate." Danny walked off and Connor sat on the back of the truck and pressed a few buttons. Finally he just pressed down he power button but the entire computer started to glitch and something popped up saying "Error!"

"No, no, no- don't do this-!" The computer crashed to a black screen. The lights that flickered went out and he could smell something burning. "Lovely." Connor pounced off the truck bed and walked out of the enclosed set up they had for the equipment. He strolled out where the team was with an affronted appearance when his head turned to see Abby hissing his name.

"Wha'?" he asked, Abby shushed him and pointed towards the rear of him but gestured not to look. Connor took a large gulp and he turned his head to see a Microraptor, in spite of what Abby warned. Its small body sat in the tree behind him- it stared at Connor like he was a big tasty piece of dinosaur to feast on.

Connor looked at Abby, silently screaming her name. She told him to remain calm so Connor tried, but before he could even take a deep breath the small flying carnivore swooped down at Connor, trying to attack him from the skull. "Danny!" Connor yelled as he jolted away as fast as he could. The Microraptor took at all angels and Connor was starting to think there was more than one. It slashed at his back, ripping his clothes. It jumped on his head, cutting his scalp with his claws. The Microraptor flew off once more and Connor looked around with wide eyes, cornered in a garden – praying that the team had some kind of plan other than him being bate. He heard the creature, stirring around in the leaves of the high trees. Connor breathed in deep – the creature leaped out of the branches and Connor fell to the ground in surprise. The Microraptor scratched at his face and showed its teeth, ready to go for a bite of the flesh.

"Danny!"

"Good morning!" Sarah smiled at them as they all came in the ARC. Abby greeted her and Connor groaned.

"Yeah, yeah. That's what people keep calling it." Connor griped at her choice of words, Sarah looked at Abby and she rolled her eyes.

"Long story." Abby answered and Sarah gave an 'ohh'.

"And the short?" she probed.

"Connor's decided he's cursed." Sarah laughed at that silly thought. She then looked at Connor as he tried to figure out how to open the spout of the coffee pot – which then spit out coffee to his face, burning wherever the splatters landed.

"Ow! Ow, ow, ow…" he got a rag and Sarah looked back with a smile.

"I could see that."

"Not just any curse though, he thinks it's threes." Abby clarified.

"Threes?"

"Cutter had this thing …" Sarah then came to a realization of where it was coming from. They all knew that Cutter's death had been three months from this very day – and Connor knew too. "He always said that his unlucky number was three and bad things happened on the third… It was silly, I don't think Cutter even fully believed it, but Connor is now determined that today will be his death."

"Because it's the third?"

"March third." Sarah laughed and watched as Connor finally got a cup of coffee, happy with himself when a scientist came over and walked right into him. The coffee he had prepared poured all down his yellow jacket and Connor growled. The scientist apologized but Connor was too occupied with his clothes and scolding skin. Abby went over to help and Sarah watched, starting to wonder if Connor's little theory was true.

"What happened?" Becker asked, coming beside Sarah.

"Someone rammed into Connor and he poured coffee all over his clothes."

"Eesh. That must hurt the wounds." Sarah looked at him confused.

"What wounds?"

"Oh, a Microraptor attacked Connor today. I stunned it just in time… He's lucky to be here. Course, when is Connor not lucky to be alive?" Sarah chuckled and Becker looked at her, seeing she wasn't laughing at his comment.

"What's funny?"

"Just how accurate Cutter always seems to be even when he's not around anymore." Sarah walked off and Becker didn't understand where she was coming from, but shrugged it off and walked to hand them a mop - helping clean up the mess to the start of a very messy day.