A/N: Before you read, I have some things to say.
Okay, so, I'm obsessed with the song Tik Tok by KE$HA lately, so the beginning song may not fit in with the characters. xD BUT, I love it, so it's staying. And the parody of that song inspired me for this and my recent obsession with hospitals, as well. So, without my brother's rash, we would've never gone to the emergency room, and I would've never known how much I love hospitals, and I would've never been able to do this fan fiction, same with the Tik Tok parody. So, thank you brother, and the midnight beast, who you can find on youtube.
Also, a big thanks to my friend Elizabeth.3 If not for her, I wouldn't be doing this fan fiction because I needed help with a lot of ideas for this, and she gave a lot of effort in helping me figure a lot of stuff out. So, not all the ideas in this fan fiction are here because of me. I am just writing down both out ideas. :D

Also, Primeval does NOT belong to me. I did not make Connor and Abby, or any of the other characters.
It all belongs to BBC/ITV and the makers of the show.

CPOV: Connor's point of view.

APOV: Abby's point of view.

CPOV.

Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door ,
I'm gonna hit this city.
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack.
Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back.
I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes .
Trying on all our clothes, clothes.
Boys blowing up our phones, phones.
Drop-topping, playing our favorite cd's.
Pulling up to the parties.
Trying to get a little bit tipsy.

Music filled the flat, courtesy of my friend Duncan. Why he liked this music when he was just as geeky and nerdy as me was beyond my knowledge, but I was too focused on my school work to care. I had to go to the hospital tomorrow and work under my supervisor Nick Cutter, as he took care of patients, but nothing real serious, just people who came into the emergency room with small problems. I really wasn't interested in that kind of thing; just little things, but you had to start somewhere, right? And obviously, this is where I had to start. My two best friends and roommates Tom and Duncan were in college, but not majoring in anything. I decided I wanted to be a doctor the night I found out my mum was diagnosed with cancer. I know, how cliché, a person losing a parent because of cancer. I'm just one of the many people affected by the disease. Usually, when I meet new people and they ask about family, I just say my mum is on vacation, or left me and my father when I was a kid. Only Tom and Duncan know the truth since I knew them when she died, and they were there in the hospital the morning she passed. That was about six years ago, when I was eighteen years old. She got to see me graduate high school, before she fell ill. The doctors said six months to a year. She was gone in two. I decided to be a doctor who didn't lie, who didn't cheat, who told the patient and the patient's family how much time they had instead of making them think they have three times more life than they really did.

I heard the floor creak over by the stairs, and I looked over my shoulder since I was lying on my side, not facing the stairs, and I saw Tom standing there awkwardly. They were still a bit annoying near me even six years later and countless conversations about it. They still felt like she was in my thoughts every single second. I thought about her almost every night before I went to sleep. I was able to block her out most of the time, except nights. I remember when I was little, she would always put me to bed, and then when she left she went into the living room and turned on some 1940's music and started to hum to it while she did work such as folding clothes or cleaning the kitchen. Sometimes she'd just dance with herself around the living room. One night, I got out of bed and peeked out of my door, and I saw her dancing, twirling her pretty red dress she had put on. Her lips were masked over with vivid red lipstick, and her strawberry blonde hair she had taken out whirled around her as she spun. My father still has that dress hung up in their closet. It's exactly the same. He hadn't touched it. The last person to hang that dress up was her, and he wouldn't move out of that house because of that dress.

"Pizza downstairs… we're going to start watching Star Wars again… wanna come down?" Tom asked quietly, snapping me from my thoughts.

I looked back over at my work, and I still had a whole lot more to do for tomorrow. I sighed softly, looking back at Tom. "I really want to, but I have to finish. Start without me, I'll probably be done soon." He nodded, and then walked back downstairs, leaving me to my work. I looked down at the tons of papers and books on the side of the bed I wasn't laying on. I had so much stuff written down, and I lost track on the page I was reading. I quickly stuffed all my papers into the two books I had on the bed, dropped my pencil and got up and went downstairs to watch the movie with Duncan and Tom.

"Connor, CONNOR. Wake up! It's ten!"

Once I heard the time, I jumped up from the floor. But, since I got up too fast, I fell flat on my face. I groaned into the carpet, waiting a minute before I got up again. We all fell asleep in front of the television and I was supposed to at the hospital at eight. I was two hours late, and I didn't have much time to get ready. I got to the bathroom and brushed my teeth as I got dressed, throwing on a pair of black jeans, a t-shirt, then a vest over that, buttoning it up in the front. Then I topped it off with my gray hat and gloves, grabbed my books and was out the door.

After I took the bus to the hospital, it was already a quarter till eleven. I ran into the entrance and up to the front desk. "Uhm.. I'm one of Nick Cutter's students?"

The woman at the front desk looked at me for a second, probably taking in my messy appearance before looking down at a piece of paper and pointing me down a hall. I nodded and ran down the hallway, but then I bumped into someone and my books and papers were flown from my arms and now all over the hallway. I immediately got on my knees and started to pick up the papers. A man kneeled down next to me and helped me. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." I heard a Scottish accent say, and I knew from that moment who it was. I looked over, seeing Nick Cutter kneeled there, holding out my book. Stupidly, I smiled and took it, shoving the papers I gathered into the pages and standing the same time as he stood.

"I'm guessing you're Connor Temple." I nodded.

"Your coat is back there—" He pointed to the end of the hallway, and towards a room on the left. "Leave your books and such in there, then come back to the lobby and we'll get started." I did as he said and ran down to the room he told me and dropped my books on the table. I took off my jacket, and put on the white doctor coat, grabbed the clipboard I was guessing was mine and walked out and down the hallway to where he was standing against the desk. He looked over at me, and I could tell he was judging everything about me. His eyes rested on the hat on my head, which I slowly pushed down a bit on my head, showing him I wasn't taking it off. He got my point and he tilted his head to follow him as he walked down a hallway. "Today, we'll be on ER duty, but nothing serious. You'll be sitting in on the patients that come in, and you'll see how I handle it. Afterward, I'll discuss everything I did, and you will need to take notes."

So, from then on, I sat in on patients coming in with rashes, and unexplained symptoms which just turn out to be a cold or whatever. Cutter told me that even if you don't know what it is; always have some sort of back up thing it could be. I hated that. I wanted to tell the patient whether I knew what was wrong or not, but apparently, that's not what he believed in. So, I just wrote down whatever he told me, and before I knew it, it was four in the afternoon. I was going home in about three hours, and I couldn't wait. I was so exhausted from just watching people come in and out with nothing serious happening with them. Just a common cold here, a random rash caused by a switch in soap there. Really boring stuff.

APOV.

I sat against the toilet, taking in the affect the white magical powder gave me. Ever since my boyfriend, Steven Hart, introduced me to this substance, I couldn't get enough. On the toilet seat were five not so even lines of white powder cocaine. Next to the lines, were the razor and a rolled up fiver which we used to snort it in. The feeling was gone, and now I was riding high. The feeling you feel when it's almost your turn to do something exciting. Like sky diving, you're up and you're standing on the edge of the plane and you feel your heart pumping faster and faster, swelling big as you get nervous, but excited and adrenaline rushes through your veins. That's what it felt like before I snorted the coke, and now I felt the good part.

Steven snorted a line, and then leaned over to me, licking my lips before pressing them hard against mine, shoving his tongue in my mouth. I giggled softly as I wrapped my arms carelessly around his neck, and lifted one of my legs around his waist. His hands slid my legging up, almost ripping it. "How do ya feel, baby?"

"Fucking fantastic." I slurred as I pulled my lips away from his own and taking a drink of the bottle of vodka that was next to me on the floor. This lifestyle was definitely for me. Partying, doing drugs that made you feel like you were on cloud nine, having sex, and just having fun. I loved all of it. My dead mother didn't get to see me sober up before she croaked a year and a half ago, and my brother Jack disowned me as a sister a few months afterward. No daddy in my life. He left when he found out my mum was pregnant with me. I was the mistake in the family. I didn't care as long as I had vodka and pain killers, then everything would be numb and I wouldn't feel pain. Most people told me that I was a heartless bitch, but I beg to differ. I'm twenty-two and I deserve to have some fun. All those people who are around my age and in college are idiots. I mean, why would anyone even want to be anything that involves more years of worthless school?

Steven was getting more feelzy than I wanted to go right now. All I wanted was some more drinks, so I pushed him off, which he didn't mind. He just went back to do some more lines while I got up, fixed my skirt then walked out of the bathroom and shut the door. The party was at my friends flat, and there were tons of people here. Colorful lights strobed all over the place and I think one guy had a seizure, but I didn't care enough to even think about it more than a second or two. I grabbed a bottle of beer from a table and started to drink from it, still walking through the flat trying to find that one girl I got my vicodin off of. She said she had some other pills that'd make me numb and I couldn't resist. Finally, I found her sucking tongue with a guy with a Mohawk. I pulled her from her braid and she stumbled over to the railing.

"Cough up the pills." I said, stuffing some money into her pocket. She grabbed the money out and counted, then reached into her other pocket and pulled out a small baggie of several multi-colored pills. I snatched them away from her hands and walked away; looking down at them and picking out three that I wanted to take first. The other three I would give to Steven, then the last two I would take back to his house, and when he was gone, I'd take them by myself.

I got back into the bathroom where I saw Steven passed out of the floor. Rolling my eyes, I slammed the door and locked it, then climbed into the tub, put the three pills on my tongue and washed them down with a huge swig of vodka. While I was waiting for the pills to take effect, I looked down at Steven. I met him a few months before my mom died, and he showed me all of this. He showed me just how amazing drugs can make you feel, and how all this jibber jab about how they're bad for you is nonsense. My mother tried to send me to get sober, but I was twenty and it was out of her jurisdiction. It wasn't her duty to make my choices for me. That ship was sailed.

I felt myself going light headed, finally a sign that the pills were working, then I felt myself being dragged into darkness, and then nothing. I was completely blacked out. The last thing I remember was grabbing the sides of the tub and biting my lip. Then… I was just not there anymore.

I opened my eyes to a blinding white, my whole body feeling numb. Tip of the toes, to the top of my head. This was it.