This is my idea of what might happen next in primeval, mainly between Nick and Jenny. I'll carry on for those who want me to. PS I don't own primeval.

Soulmate

Soulmate

Jenny Lewis was curled up on her sofa at home. A small glass of wine was on the coffee table before her, The Daily Mail held in her hands and a small fire which was dwindling to nothing set the most inviting scene.

She didn't feel as awful as she wanted to be. She had been shocked at Stephen's death; he had been an extremely nice man. It was a shame she hadn't got to know him, she was regretting it now.

Nick had taken it hard, extremely hard. She had felt his pain as he stood beside her at the funeral. She could see it just by looking at his eyes.

Jenny was alone, she didn't feel sorry for herself – her fiancé had really stuck his foot in it by thinking she was having an affair. She had told him the next day, shut up or get lost. Well...she hadn't worded it quite like that.

The thing was, there wasn't another man – or at least she told herself. She smiled, spotting a particular article.

She picked up the phone on the coffee table and speed dialed a number. She waited for the dial up to stop before speaking.

'You got the guy then?' she said, grinning.

'Yes of course!' the voice on the line yelled back in ecstasy, 'I'm an investigative journalist, of course I got that son-'

'Alice!' Jenny stopped her cousin from cursing aloud, 'Congratulations away, hey, listen, about the wedding...'

'When's the date?' Alice asked with eargerness.

'There is no date.' She stated bluntly.

'What?' Alice's voice sounded dismayed.

'We're not getting married any more. We called it off.' She sighed, anger kicking in.

'Why?' the voice on the other end sounding confused.

'Once a reporter, always a repoter. You're asking me all the w's again.'

'Sorry...so?'

'He thought I was seeing someone else. I told him it was abusurd...that I loved no-one but him.'

'And?'

'He wouldn't listen. So I said, "If you think I'm cheating...you can leave."' She whispered, the sorrow finally catching up with her.

'What did he do?' Alice enquired, although she knew the answer.

'He left.' She picked the glass of wine up; at least she could drown her sorrows for awhile.



'I'm sorry.' Alice whispered, meaning it.

'Don't be.' Jenny said, swirling the crimson liquor around the glass.

There was a pause on the line before Alice spoke once again, 'I have to go, James wants his dinner. He's getting bigger by the day. Bye.'

'Bye.' Jenny said in a low voice. She heard the click of the reciever and knew Alice had hung up.

Looking at the glass once again, she decided devouring a bottle of wine wouldn't do her any good. She set the glass down and stood up, hunger getting the better of her. Dinner sounded more appetising.

-

Nick pulled the photo album from his desk draw and set it down upon the dinner table.

He tenderly drew back the front cover and stared at the smiling faces gazing back at him, forever captured in that moment of time. The happiness of the moment was visible in their eyes.

He felt the pathos in his heart, and wished more then anything that it would disappear. It didn't, the vision of Stephen being ripped to shreads fresh in his mind.

Jenny, she had been so comforting, so reassuring. He had felt weak, his life seemed destroyed. Helen, then Claudia and then Stephen. He had lost them one by one.

Claudia's strange disappearence from the timeline had desimated his heart. He had loved her, he realised that now. Jenny just seemed to make matters worse; in one way she was Claudia, but in many others she wasn't.

Jenny was the hardest subject in his heart; he had been so cold towards her. Why ? Because she wasn't Claudia? But after staying that long in a cell with her, he realised she was more like her then she thought. Her views of the world seemed to be something he would have expected Claudia to voice.

She stirred something deep down, something he had felt only for Claudia – and once for Helen, although no longer.

Jenny was stronger, more determind, more intrepid and more glamourous. He hated to admit it, but she was Claudia, just bolder and every characteristic enhanced to its full potential.

Glancing at Stephen's picture one last time, Nick closed the photo album and placed it back into its draw. As much as he hated his behaviour towards Jenny, apologising was going to be extremely diffcult.

-

Jenny channel hopped, there really wasn't that much on. She had put the wine away, however hard it may have been, and had opted for a glass of milk and a bowl of chicken ticka masala instead. She had changed in to a blue jumper two sizes too big and pj bottoms that were longer then her legs. 

Her hair was loose and fell down past her shoulders. She looked as casual as you could get, far from how she looked at work.

The doorbell rang, Jenny stood up, placing her dinner on the coffee table.

She pulled the front door open, frowning, not knowing who would call on her at this hour.

Nick was taken-a-back at how casual she looked, the expression on her face betraying her shock.

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