It's the Little Things
Summary: Tag to 2x01, I have read several Nick doesn't remember his relationship with Stephen fics, and I figured, let's turn it around, what if Nick remembers being with Stephen, but the Stephen in this new timeline knows nothing about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own primeval, but not for a lack of trying though.
Authors note: I am Dutch, which means English is not my native language. That is why I apologise for any mistakes I might have made and ask anyone who finds a mistake to let me know because I like to learn from my mistakes, thanks!
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Nick got out of his car and looked at his front door, or what he hoped was his front door, he didn't know whether he still lived in the same house in this timeline. He had wanted to talk to Stephen some more after the anomaly closed, talk through this Helen thing, explain better why he had wanted to just keep walking after stepping through the anomaly, tell Stephen that he still loved him even though… Nick shook his head, Stephen had left the shopping mall not waiting for him, he probably thought he should give Nick some space after everything. Space was the last thing Nick wanted, all he wanted was to wrap Stephen in his arms and pretend the last few days never happened.
He turned the key and pushed open the door, at least that proved he still lived in the same house. "Stephen?" He shouted through the house as he shut the door behind him. He hoped Stephen had at least come home and hadn't gone to one of their friends to crash on the couch.
His call was left unanswered and a strange feeling was coming over him as he made his way further into the place. It was emptier, lonelier than it was supposed to be. He pulled out his phone as a feeling of panic came over him, he had almost speed-dialled Stephen when something made him stop. The photograph of him and Stephen made at Stephen's twenty-eighth birthday was missing.
Carefully as if afraid a prehistoric creature might jump out of the shadows at any moment Nick walked into the kitchen. Stephen's favourite mug wasn't in the sink where he had left it that morning. He pulled open the fridge, gone was the seemingly endless supply of sport drinks that Stephen kept on the bottom shelf.
"No, no, no, not Stephen too." Cold sweat ran down Nick's back and his mind was telling him that in this timeline Stephen did not share this house with him, but his heart was refusing to accept it. He raced up the stairs. Stephen's clothes, toothbrush, the book that he had been reading which Nick was sure had been lying on the nightstand, all gone. Strange how the absence of those little things he had taken for granted and had barely even seen anymore, now made the house feel empty.
Nick stood stunned surveying the bedroom, he remembered all the nights he and Stephen spent here, and he realised Stephen didn't remember any of it. Slowly he sank down on the bed, he remembered yelling at Stephen only hours ago about how he didn't know what else besides Claudia had changed...now he knew.
He glanced at the clock, he had to be back at ARC in less than an hour, Stephen would be there. Suddenly filled with determination Nick stood up, he was going to fix this, one way or another, starting with Stephen.
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This is probably going to be a one shot, I might write more if I get inspired, but I'm not really counting on it. However, reviews might help .