Disclaimer: Whether or not I remember to write it I most assuredly don't own Primeval and this is only for free fan enjoyment! :3


"Abby,"

"What?"

"Close the shutter!"

"Okay!"

Connor started running as the Raptor's scales bristled and it started coming towards him. He ran as fast as he could, desperately trying to reach the shutter before it closed. He looked back over his shoulder and threw the slushie at the Raptor. It bounced off of its head and gave him a little more time to get to safety.

"Hurry Connor!"

But not enough. He saw Abby's shocked face throguh the last few inches of opening in the shutter, and knew he wasn't going to make it through there.

"Connor!" She yelled, as the metal clanged to a stop against the floor, efectively trapping him with a very angry Raptor.

"No!" Connor slid to a halt, only a few inches from the shutter, and stared at it. He heard the laughter-like cals of the Raptor and slowly turned around, eyes wide. It had slowed, and now approached menacingly, a step at a time, tilting its head at him. He did his best to look as unappealing as possible. Maybe if he played dead it would leave him alone? No, raptors would eat nearly anything, including fallen comrades. And they were smart, for Cretaceous era Therapods.

He edged slowly away from it again, towards the wall perpendicular to his now cut-off exit. If he could just get around it...

The Raptor launched itself at him again, and Connor bolted once more, running past it and in the opposite direction. Despite nearly touching him as he passed, the Raptor was still in motion and had to stop and turn around to give chase, which gave Connor more time to get away. He pushed himself to run faster, ignoring the strain in his muscles, and tore down the hallway. If he was correct, there was another exit to this section of the mall, and Cutter and the others would probably head that way to try and contain the Therapod currently on his - metaphorically speaking -tail.

He was counting on that, really.

At the end of the hall was an escalator, and Connor turned and started running down it. The Raptor let out another cackle-like call that sounded to him a bit like an evil Dolphin with a throat infection, but that was off-topic completely. He skipped the last three steps and staggered as he landed, then caught his balance and took off running again, regardless of whether or not the Raptor was still chasing him at this point. He bloody well couldn't stop and check behind him - see how well that had gone last time!

Connor took note of the Quasar-Tron, hoping to find the entrance to the game open. He got near and realized it was closed, and switched directions again, heading for the underside of another escalator to hide. He hear the Raptor call once more but it wasn't as close as before, he thought. He hoped it hadn't seen his change of direction and current hiding place. Finally in relative safety Connor was able to pause and look for the creature hunting him. The Raptor was only just now making its way down the escalator, looking surprised at the moving surface beneath its feet. When it got nearer to the floor the Raptor leapt off of it more succesfully than Connor had, and ran - thankfully - towards the Quasar-Tron game. Smelling Connor's scent near the door, apparently, it crashed through and entered the space within.

"Whew." He breathed in relief, and sank to the floor. Connor winced as the slushie he'd sip-stolen before caught up to him with brain freeze. "Agh."

He wondered where the others were - and that's when he saw the Professor and Stephen coming otwards the Quasar-Tron from another direction. They seemed a bit sad, and he wondered why... oh, right! They thoguht he was dead.

"Hey! Professor! Stephen! 'M over 'ere! I'm okay!" He called out, scrambling to his feet and heading over to them. They turned in surprise, smiling, and he was given one-armed hugs from each of them.

"Glad ta see you okay, Connor, but next time, don't wander off, yeah?" Cutter said with a chuckle.

"Yup... um... Where's Abby?"

"She didn't want to stay, but we convinced her the best thing to do would be to finish the job. Then we ran into a some guy, a cleaning bloke, and She volunteered to get him out of here."

"Oh." He said quietly.

"She was really upset, Connor. You'd best go find her, okay? Don't want Abby taking any risks because she thinks you've been eaten by the Raptor."

"Yeah... Alright, have fun raptor-hunting guys!" Connor said with a smile, turning and walking away.


He found her outside a locker room with the man, both peeking in the door. She held Cutter's gun in her hands but didn't seem keen on entering.

"Abby!" He called her name as he approached. At first she didn't look around. Maybe she thought she was imagining his voice?

"Abigail Maitland, don't you know not to give up?" He said, a cheeky grin on his face. She slowly turned around, eyes wide with shock. Then she leapt at him, and he wrapped his arms around her by reflex more than anything else. She had him in a surprisingly big hug for such a small person, but he was just happy she was this pleased to see him.

"Oh my gosh, you're alive! I thought..." She said, looking at him with a mix of emotions on her face: relief, shock,confusion, happiness. Connor's grin slipped a little bit.

"So did I, actually - thought I was a gonner, didn't I? But I'm smarter than a Raptor, y' know." He replied.

"I wouldn't have doubted that, just how fast you are." She answered with a grin, her blue eys twinling with amusement.

"Oi!" He said with a laugh. The Cleaning man looked on, confused.

"Uhm..." Abby said softly, then released him, the signal he now knew meant he should stop holding her. Her hugs were so perfect though... but really, friends was great. Yup. Of course she, as his best mate, would be upset if he died. There was no more to it than that, really.

"Anyways... What're we doin' 'ere?" Connor asked, loking between Abby and the other man.

"I need to get somethin'." The guy, a muscular-looking guy in a red janitor's outfit said shortly, still utterly confused.

"He said it can't wait, so I decided to humor him, then show him the door." Abby told Connor, shrugging.

"Sounds like a plan... Abby? Can I have the gun?" He asked in a pleading tone, keen as ever at holding the weapon. And just like that, it was a normal day at work once more for Connor Temple.