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A/N: Written for challenge #206 on Primeval100 "Matt Anderson" x3 drabbles
At his Grandmother's knee
"What was it like when you were a girl?" Matthew Anderson gazed up adoringly into his Grandmother's eyes.
Sarah Anderson sighed. He was still so young and innocent and she wished he could remain that way. He didn't know it yet, but his future was mapped out for him. He was one of the chosen ones and whilst she was proud of that fact, she also feared for him. She could only vaguely remember the world as it was, and even then the disaster was ravaging the land. The chosen ones would save them, but at what personal cost?
Determined
"Who was he?" Emily asked.
"My father," Matt responded solemnly. His entire family was now gone; grief was nothing new to him. Losing his beloved Grandmother had been his first and most painful experience, and it was her that he thought of now. She was the reason he was here.
"My mother witnessed the Great Disaster," she had told him. "It almost killed her, and she did everything she could to make sure I stayed alive. You have to do this; for her sake, for all our sakes!"
He was more determined than ever to succeed.
Twisted Lines
He should've made the connection sooner; spotted the resemblance before it was too late. It was a common enough surname but even after he'd met her in the flesh, he had dismissed it as coincidence.
His Grandmother had been born 'Sarah Maitland', and he'd grown up listening to her tales of survival in the aftermath of the Great Disaster. She'd never mentioned her mother's name, and her father was never spoken of at all.
They were on the brink of disaster, and Abby had just told him she was pregnant with his child. Was he really his own Grandmother's father?