Prologue
Conner rubbed the back of his neck, wandering into the ARC. "Alright, what've I missed?" he asked to the room in general. No one answered. He took at closer look at the room. Ah. That would probably be because no one was there. Connor squinted around and saw a piece of paper pinned to the wall.
To Connor:
If you're reading this, I'd just like to tell you you're an idiot. We've had an emergency, I left the co-ordinates on the Anomaly Detector, and I need you to get here soon. You're the only one who can work all this wretched technology! We've got a hunting pack of Allosauruses, if that encourages you. I know they're not T-rexes, but they're pretty close.
HURRY UP!
Abby.
"Great," muttered Connor, wandering vaguely in the direction of what he hoped was the Anomaly Detector. Despite the fact that it was nearly midday, his brain still wasn't working properly. Probably due to the fact he'd only got about six hours sleep. Abby had been off visiting a friend, and had planned on sleeping over before going straight to the ARC the next morning. Connor had happily agreed to feed the reptiles in the evening, promised not to trash the flat, and reassured her he would be up in time for work without her there to pull him out of bed.
He had then proceeded to forget to feed the snakes, make a huge mess trying to cook an omelette for dinner, and had stayed up till nearly four in the morning watching a Star Wars marathon. He'd fallen asleep on the sofa, and had only woken up at twelve due to the growing hunger pangs.
Abby was going to kill him. So was Lester. In fact, everyone was. When they said emergency, they must really mean it, because no one was there. Literally, no one. He'd never heard the ARC so quiet. Not even a lonely scientist with his clipboard and pen wandering around. He wondered exactly what the Allosauruses had been up to that had got the team in such a panic.
A sharp pain in his ankle made him look down abruptly. A flash of blue-green millipedey-ness near his foot made him stamp down, hard. He couldn't stand the long, thin creepy-crawlies, especially not inside buildings. Lifting his foot to check what he had squashed, a small cut on his ankle that he was sure hadn't been there a second ago caught his eye. He leant down to look more closely and the world began to tilt worryingly, heat searing up his right leg to his chest.
As the scene before his eyes spun madly, he collapsed on the floor, and the last thing he saw before his eyes closed was the swirling patterns on the screen of the Anomaly Detector, making his mind blur as his eyes tried to keep up with them. Then everything went dark.
Worryingly, though, he was still conscious. He could hear the faint hum of the computers; smell the clinical scent that seemed to linger in the ARC. The light from the anomaly sent patterns swirling on the back of his eyelids.
Footsteps approached, and Connor drew in a hissing breath. Help me! he tried to say, but his jaw wouldn't move. The footsteps grew louder. Help me! HELP! I'm over here! HELP ME!!! he screamed in his head, panicking. Nothing seemed to be working, his muscles had frozen up, and he couldn't even speak.
The footsteps stopped. That's it! It's me! I'm not lying on the ground for fun, you know, thought Connor, wondering why the person wasn't going for help. Something kicked his side, and he was rolled over onto his back. After a second, the person snorted derisively and laughed, the footsteps growing fainter.
No! NO! Come back! It's me, Connor! Help me. Please. Please. COME BACK!
Left on his own, blind, unable to move, in an empty ARC, Connor did the only thing he could. Panic.
HELP!!!!
I'm alive! Yes, indeed, I have woken up from my fanfic hibernation and found my muse! Actually, it's probably my insistance that the entire story is written before I post anything that makes me so slow. Still, at least you're gaurenteed regular updates. I know this one is quite short, but they will get longer - even though this is probably the shortest story I've ever written. Well, serious story at least. For those of you that read Ten Things You Should Never Ever, this is the reason I've been so slow at updating. Well, this and Painful Memories, which may or may not be up soon.
Quick explanation: This story takes place mid series 2, as thats how far I've got watching, apart from a few random series 3 eps. That means the team consists of Connor, Abby, Nick, Claudia, Stephen, Lester and Leek (who has no part in this story because I think he's kinda creepy and I can't seem to writ him in character). Yeah, this is my first Primeval fic, so if I've made any errors, be it with canon or spelling/grammar, please tell me.
Please review! Or I'll set the scuttle om nom noms on you. :D
