Chapter 1: Plans
AN: This is the sequel of my other fic Beyond an Anomaly. Whereas the first was focused more on purely Connor!whumpage, this one's more about adventure, action, fluff, Connor using his smarts, hopefully equal opportunity hero!moments and whumpage, and time travel... and the territory that comes with time travel... Also, it's definitely ABC - Abby/Becker/Connor - fic.
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anyways! Hope you enjoy, and I love feedback! ;3
"I'm pretty sure that the place on the other side of the anomaly was the future - or at least, a version of it." Connor mused, fingers tapping at the keys of his laptop as he typed. "And I think…" he hesitated, "I wish I knew what happened to make that future scenario so… twisted."
Abby took a bite of her apple, munching on it, and wandered over, leaning over to look at the screen. Connor was writing down everything he could remember, with notations in italics of possibilities. The word 'paradox' caught her eye, but he scrolled down the page to highlight a different section, and she rolled her eyes.
"How do you know it's really 'twisted', though?" She asked, then added, "besides doctor Reni, and the Fredrichs bloke, of course… who could just be getting away with that sort of thing under the radar."
Connor made a noise of frustration in his throat.
"You weren't there, Abbs! The soldiers didn't question anything he did, and it seemed like everyone was afraid of 'im, even Johnson." Connor's tone softened at the mention of the man who had saved his life.
"I know, Conn. And you're probably right. But we don't know how far in the future it was - and we don't know any of their first names. How are you going to stop something from happening however-many years in the future?"
He turned his chair around to grin up at her.
"I've been working with the data from the anomalies. Tryin' ta work out a pattern in the numbers within the data we've collected,and what I managed to write down about Cutter's prediction model. I think I can work it out." He said with a grin, then paused and tilted his head. "Before the sedative completely knocked me out… or maybe I was already out, but I heard it anyway," Connor said slowly, thoughtfully, "I think I head 'em say they knew I w's innocent - and either they knew I wasn' the bloke they were looking for, or the man who looks like me 'n has me last name isn't actually a criminal at all."
"Don't you think you're assuming a bit too much, Conn?" Abby asked, concerned. He seemed to be moving on well at first, and then all of a sudden, he'd gotten focused on the mystery of the place beyond that anomaly. And now he was obsessed with it. She was worried it was somewhat-misplaced guilt over Johnson's death.
"Probably." He allowed, chuckling ruefully, before he sighed, saved the document, closed his laptop, and stood.
"Don't worry," Connor told her, "I promise I won't get obsessed with this. Nothin'll get between you, me , 'n Becks, yeah?"
Abby smiled, kissing him lightly on the lips.
"Thank you, Conn." She said. "I don't really mind you trying to figure this out, you know. If your research results in a way to predict anomalies, it'll be so helpful, and I know being able to do something useful makes you happy." He smiled at her. "I just don't want to lose you to the anomalies again."
"You won't lose me ta anything, love." Connor promised, understanding completely.
"Good."
They looked up in surprise as Rex flew into the room, chirping like a mad thing, before he settled on the bannister to the loft space of their new flat. His humans looked at each other, and Connor grinned. They knew what that meant.
"Anyone home?!" A voice called from the main room, the door closing behind them, confirming Connor and Abby's suspicions. They could hear the Diictodons scrabbling towards the lounge to greet Becker.
"Where've you been?" Abby asked, as she and Connor entered the room, both hiding the urge to grin behind mock- scowls.
"You're home late." Connor added with a pout, his eyes exposing his amusement.
Becker sauntered from the doorway to stand before them, raising an eyebrow.
"Monthly security checks got held up by the Dracorex – again" The soldier commented. "I got takeaways." He added, when their mock poker faces didn't break.
"Love ya, Becks!" Connor said with a sudden, big grin, darting forwards to snatch at the bag the two just noticed he was carrying.
Becker held it out of his reach, smirking at Abby, who laughed. Connor's eyes got a wicked glint, and he moved closer, smiling darkly at Becker. The soldier watched him with fascination and amusement, letting his eyes flutter closed as Connor leaned close, as if to kiss him – and stole the bag of takeaway from him, running out of the lounge. Becker sighed and opened his eyes.
"You fell for it again?" Abby teased, kissing his cheek. He hugged her.
"It's funny how he can shift from playing seductive lover to mischievous man-child in a heartbeat." Becker commented wryly.
"That's our Connor." Abby replied. "My choice on films today, so you go help Connor with plates and such, otherwise he'll take over from me and shove something sci-fi in the player." She said, chuckling.
Becker grinned and nodded, turning and following Connor.
TBC!