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A/N: This post is chapter one of a three-parter I have whipped up. Its my thirty-third story, and me believing three's are cursed in the one and only show Primeval, this story also is very ... cursed? I don't even know the right word for it.
This chapter is fairly short, chapter two and three will be more lengthy. This one just gave it a start. This is a post for the new school year, so whoevers in school at this moment, I wish you good luck and wonderful grades.
To understand this AU - It's an AU of 'what if in 3.8 when Becker comes and saves the day, they're surrounded by Predator's again and they can't make it through the anomaly'. So basically its an extended 3.8 where they get to stay in the future even longer. Fun right?

Hope you enjoy!

Everyone dies.

Yes, it always meant something different when Duncan used to say it. Connor'd get into watching a show and he'd tell him halfway through it "Everyone dies in the end", didn't matter if it was some light hearted comedy. He'd still say it. It was just a gag – just a false spoiler to ruin everything for someone, but nothing for a sensible human being to fall for.

But everyone dies.

That statement once actually made him laugh. Only because it wasn't a statement once, long time ago. It was just a joke then – now? Now it's real. His life consists of that very consistent fact. Life never seems to stop hurdling straight to his face, over and over and over again that everyone, no matter if you like it or not, everyone always seems to die. The hardest part was this was reality, and that meant he couldn't skip ahead or rewind. His dad died, Tom died, Stephen died, Cutter died, people he works with daily dies, people he tries to protect die, and now… Now Becker. Becker is dead – just like all of them. Who knew Duncan was right?

Everyone dies – no big, right? 'Circle of life.' No. No one was ever going to shrug off a death like that, not when he was around-

"Connor!"

Connor's head turned to face Abby. Grime stained her unblemished skin, blood swiped across her forehead and neck. Some blood had dried, cracking and itching off her skin; some was fresh, new wounds oozing out, dripping off for this hell of a world to absorb. Their hell of a world.

He watched her expression, watching the agony settling deep within her eyes. There were tears streaming down her cheeks, and the mere fury in her face from the tears even being allowed to escape was screaming volumes.

His grip loosened.

What really struck him was the fear she was hiding. Abby was scared of him. Scared of what she was seeing – seeing the side of him he swore no one would see. The side that never even existed before this job – and what a job it was.

Connor dropped Jack to the ground. Jack Maitland gasped in a mass amount of air into his lungs, grappling his throat like it had been squeezed off from his shoulders. "You're…" he managed out through coughs and gasps. "…mad."

Connor glared down at the idiot. "Don't you ever act as if someone's death was for the good of the cause. The good of your cause. No one deserves to die." Connor hissed to him. Jack stared at him baffled, shaking his head.

"You-"

"No one." Connor, hands balled in fists, turned from Jack and cocked his gun – keeping watch for any Predators.

Danny was staying quiet, knowing Connor was not one to mess around with. He might be the nicest guy in the world, but Connor had seen his share of darkness. Enough to have his own hidden inside. He glanced at Abby, who didn't seem to be showing her brother any sympathy, despite her desperate acts of saving him from Connor's hand. She just stood there, staring at Connor in shock. Danny had to admit, it wasn't something he was expecting either.

They were stuck in the future because of the idiot Jack getting himself stuck, and the protective sister Abby having to come rescue him. And now… well now Becker's gone. He sacrificed himself for the team. They jumped out of that bus, they were surrounded by dozens of Future Predators, Becker came to save the day, Becker … well he's gone now, they somehow made their way out of that nightmare and as they're standing behind some random abandoned building Jack finds it appropriate to say that 'everyone dies' and it was 'the circle of life' over Becker. But what none of them were expecting, was the sweet and gentle Connor to snap and grab the idiot by the throat, causing a commotion from probably miles away.

Danny walked up beside Abby and rested a hand on her shoulder. "You okay?" he asked.

"Not goin' to ask me-?"

"If I cared much, I would ask, Jack." Danny gave him a scowl and looked back at Abby. "It's just his nerves gettin' the best of him, yeah? He'll recover, just like this brother of yours." Abby nodded, not saying anything. She just stood there with her arms crossed, stiff posture. He knew he wasn't gonna get much else from her.

Danny nodded, letting out a sigh, and walked up behind Connor with a random piece of scrap he found down this way (to use as a weapon). "Any movement?"

Connor glanced at Danny and then looked back down the dusty alley-way. "No, not that I can see."

"Hm." Danny said. "Good to know."

"Yup." Connor replied coldly.

"Oi, Mr. Broody Pants." Danny said irritated. Connor paused. He gingerly let his head turn towards Danny – Danny not looking like the happiest camper. "I get you're angry. I get that that pest over there needs to be taught a lesson. I get that you've got some wounds that are more internal than external that tend to be showing right now, eh? I get it." He stepped up closer to him, looking him straight in the eye. "But riskin' all our bloody lives over that one bratty comment is where I draw a line. Understood? You can just not give one care about Jack's life, or your life, but I know for a solid fact that you care about Abby's. I like to think you care about mine, but that's just hopeful thinking on my part, I reckon. Stop being Mr. Broody Pants, and be a hero in one of those comic books you read a lot. I can be as cheesy as I like, 'cause I know there's a hero in you. Why don't you start actin' like it."

Connor was quiet. He used to get speeches like that from Cutter, he forgot how often, too. Cutter once said he had a tendency to forget a lot of things – like how to grow up and suck it up. He just needed a reminder. He gave Danny a nod, and Danny softly smiled at him.

"Good." He chuckled. "Sarah said inspirational speeches worked on you – wasn't so sure how'd that turn out, to be honest."

Connor glimpsed a smile. "You call that inspirational?"

"Oi," he said as a warning. Connor laughed before looking back down the alley, using the only gun they had left as protection. "How's it look to you?"

"In my personal opinion," Connor eyed Abby while speaking. She was talking to Jack. "Really, really bad."

"Oh," Danny sighed. "My favorite of opinions." He narrowed his brows. "How, exactly?"

Connor looked at the ammunition in the gun as he answered. "It's empty, for one."

"The gun?" Danny asked, worried.

Connor shook his head. "No, no, the alley."

"Connor, have I hit my head so hard that I forgot what 'bad' means? 'Cause last time I checked, an empty alley is good. Not bad. Those are still opposites, correct?"

Connor looked at him, sighing. "It's empty because they're planning an attack. Also," Connor handed out the gun handle for him to grasp, "we have 'bout three more shots."

Danny took the gun and cursed under his breath. "Whoever convinced me to take this job anyway, eh?"

"That'd be yourself. You were rather pushy."

Danny groaned. "I'm an idiot."

Connor scoffed. "Yeah, join the club."

"Is it a free membership?" Danny smirked.

"Depends on what you consider free." Connor laughed along.

Danny shook his head and looked ahead. "What do you think our friendly future mates got planned for us tourist? I'd love to see a great view of the Eiffel Tower."

"Their ways are similar to a Raptor. My guess is they're gathering in a herd, gaining numbers to attack. Probably sneak 'bout, search for the best route to us so we can't get out."

Danny sighed. "Do you ever feel like you're just living in some sort of movie?"

Connor arched a brow at Danny. "Sometimes, yeah."

"What movie?"

Connor smiled, glancing at Abby. "Pretty in Pink. What 'bout you?"

Danny furrowed his brows at him, shaking his head. "You are one weird bloke, you know it?" he twisted his neck to pop it before answering. "Jurassic Park."

Connor nodded, considering the similarities. "I can imagine that."

"Yeah, I reckon you should." He looked at Abby and Jack. "I'm thinking we should head out, before you start comparing us to the Breakfast Club or something."

"I haven't even seen-"

"I would recommend you didn't say something to make me disappointed, Connor."

Connor shut his mouth tight for a moment, before answering, "I've definitely seen the Breakfast Club – it's wonderful."

Danny contently smiled. "Just another thing we have in common, mate. Or … only thing. Maitland's, you ready to go hitchhiking?"

"I don't know if you've noticed or not, but there aren't any running cars." Jack said through a maiming cry to stand.

"Yes, I have noticed." Danny said with a smug expression. "No thanks to you."

Jack didn't even look offended, if anything the look that covered his face was an agreement. Danny looked over at Abby and she was still as quiet as a mouse – she wasn't looking sad or mad or anything, just very detached, and that was it. Before he even mentioned to Connor about the situation, it seemed he had already noticed – seeing he was heading over to her the moment Danny thought it necessary to confront. He winced when Abby jerked free from his grasp. Danny then patted Jack on the shoulder and shooed him ahead, taking a corner around, and leaving Connor and Abby to themselves for a short moment.

Connor stared down at his hands, the fingerless gloves unraveling at the seams. His eyes turned up, staring back at Abby. She was avoiding all eye contact, which he knew exactly what that meant – she was beyond furious with him. Jack and Danny said something to each other, but he wasn't even paying attention at what they said. He headed straight for Abby, seeing as she grabbed her jacket that she had taken off from the heat.

"Abs," he muttered to her. He placed a hand on her arm, and immediately Abby's reflexes jolted away from him. She looked up for but a second, and then turned away from him. "Abby,-" he tried to grab her hand, but she yanked it away from him as well, looking him in the eye now with a deep stare.

"Don't touch me, Connor."

"Abs, please listen to me-"

"You just-!" Abby breathed in deep, knowing she couldn't yell. "Just leave me alone."

Connor stood there, arms at his side. He let Abby start to pass grudgingly, but in the last few seconds he put up an arm, catching her in his grasp. "Abby," she stayed still, not moving an inch, nor would she look him in the eye. "I'm sorry."

She laughed at that, as if it was some big joke. She looked up at him, shoved his arm out from her way, and said, "That's real interesting, Connor. Now tell it to somebody who cares." And she stormed off around the corner, leaving Connor to stand there by himself.

He let out a scoff like chuckle and a manic smile started to warp his lips 'till all his emotions boiled over. He let his body collapse against the wall, letting all his body weight lean up on the grungy bricks. A ragged inhale was the last thing he did before hearing a growl to his left – his whole body froze in fear. A big heap of hot breath engulfed his face, and Connor chortled.

"Fancy meeting you here, mate." He stood up straight. He turned.

Another growl was heard, but at only a short distance. Then it was gone.

"I'm just sayin', mate. I could sue."

Danny looked at Jack, brows narrowed. "Great idea. Let's tick off the ticking time bomb even more. You go right ahead. When he turns around that corner, give him the slip of paper with the words 'You've been served'. I'd love to see how swell that ends."

Jack crossed his arms across his chest. "I didn't mean now."

"Here's a tip. Stop looking at what you going to do days from now, yeah? We're in the future, that's about as much as future planning any normal human being needs."

They both hushed, seeing Abby turn around the corner in a huff. When she reached them Danny glared at her.

"Abby." Danny said, irritated.

"Wha'?" she snapped.

"Where in god's name in Connor?"

She shrugged. "Being slow, I suppose."

Danny growled. "I don't even know how anybody at the ARC deals with you two…" he trailed off, going back for the alley-way. He paused. "Maitland's, follow me." They slowly made their way behind him, and finally Danny could continue to go where Connor was left. Before he got to his destination he heard a deep, gurgling growl – Danny sped around the corner as quickly as he could, but he was too late. He was crippled in horror, seeing the after effects. He cursed under his breath.

"Danny, there's no reason to waste your time on Con-" Abby found herself motionless as well. Being still was all she could do. She wasn't sure how to process this, how to react to this, how to… how to even … She had no words for anything, seeing the alley empty – only blood splattered on the bricks.

"Connor? I shouldn't waste on my time on Connor? Is that what you were saying, Abby?" Danny was fuming. "Well, he's gone! Are you happy now? Are you happy that your best friend is now dead because you left him for scraps?"

"Danny, I-…" She couldn't even argue. He was right. This was all her fault. Connor was …

Jack, behind the both of them, opened his mouth to speak, "Every-"

"Don't." Danny, his eyes dark, looked at Jack. "Don't you dare."

Silence submersed over the three survivors. There was nothing left to say. Abby shook her head furiously, tears prickling her eyes – she then suddenly gave a soft smile.

"He's probably just hiding somewhere, yeah? Bet it snuck up on him and he made a-"

Danny breathed in deep and laid a hand on Abby's shoulder. "Abby, I…" he sighed. "Connor's dead."

Abby whipped her head to see him, her face appalled. "No! No, no Danny we don't just give up like that- we have no proof-"

"Abs," Jack spoke up, gently. "Those monsters aren't likely to collect survivors."

Abby chocked on sobs, her vision now blurry from the tears. "No. It's Connor. It can't be."

"But he can, Abby-"

"He can't be for me, Danny. He… not just like that." A cry escaped her mouth. "I need him."

"Abby,-"

"Give me the gun." Abby put out her hand, waiting for him to follow her demands.

"And why would I do that?" Danny asked, watching her.

She looked up at him. "Because you are the optimist of the team now, and the optimist never gives up."

"You're gonna get us killed."

"Then leave me behind, Danny. I could-" she paused, repeating her previous words. "I could care less."

"Then you'd be getting yourself killed, and Jack and I killed separately."

Abby blinked. Her hand still out waiting, not retreating until it clasped that gun.

Danny groaned. "Fine. But if we look for Connor, then we also look for Becker. Becker being alive is still more likely than Connor – and that is because of evidence."

"As long as we get Connor, I'm good."

The gun clapped in Abby's hand.

"Don't make me regret handing that to you, Maitland."

"I can try." She cocked it and brushed past Danny, following where the blood seemed to trail off to. "Let's go." And she disappeared around the corner, Danny and Jack following close behind.

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