Disclaimer: don't own

I wrote this because from a slashers POV Philip has a huge crush on Connor…(or maybe Connor's brain) and I think Connor would be somewhat unnerved by that. Short and stupid, but I hope you enjoy.

"You are very good at this Connor." Philip smiled, leaning over Connor's shoulder, laying a hand in the small of his back.

Connor shifted a little and fought back the growing sense of unease. Since he had started this project, Philip had been spending more and more time in his lab, more than was really necessary. And he was always touching him. Nothing overt, and certainly nothing that could be construed in any way as more than just plain friendly, or an accident.

"Uh... thanks Philip. That's nice of you to say." he said, trying to hide his nervousness.

"How about a drink when you're done? You could tell me what you've been working on." Philip suggested.

Connor stilled, his unease had no basis, and he knew that... but his year in the cretaceous had made him trust his instincts, and lately they had been screaming at him to stay as far from Philip as he could get. He had put it down to his lack of human contact, save Abby, for a year; he still got a shock when Becker clapped his shoulder, or if someone shook his hand.

"Ah, sorry Philip. Me and Abby have plans tonight." he said quickly, hoping the lie didn't sound as false at it felt.

Philip nodded, but his hand remained exactly where it was. "I see. Another time perhaps."

"Ah, sure..." Connor said, forcing a smile.

Philip left soon after, and Connor sagged a little, his attention now too far from the work he had been doing. He needed to make sense of this sudden surge of his fight or flight behaviour.

"Connor?"

Abby slipped into the bedroom they shared, frowning when she found Connor curled up at the head of the bed, staring numbly at the sheets of paper littered across the quilt. "Connor what's wrong?"

Connor blinked and looked up at her, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again a few seconds later.

Concerned now, Abby moved to sit beside him, ignoring the crinkling paper as she sat down. "You're scaring me Connor."

The last time he had been this quiet and still had been in the immediate aftermath of Cutters death. She didn't think anyone close enough to him had died, ad there was little else she could think of that would elicit this reaction from him.

"I." he began softly. "I think..." he shook himself and frowned deeply. "No, never mind, it's stupid."

Abby fought the urge to roll her eyes. Hadn't they gotten past this? The had their share of fights and squabbles, but despite what they (mostly she) said to each other, they trusted and believed in each other... they were the only members of the original team left, there was no one else they could really trust. "Tell me Connor." she prompted.

Connor looked at her. "I... I've been making lists all afternoon. Because I've been feeling a bit... strange. I thought it might just because we spent a year in the cretaceous, you know, just us too, so everyone suddenly being around, and touching and stuff... it was a bit... shocking. But I've been making lists and..." he looked at her earnestly, needing her to understand what he couldn't say.

It took some work, but Abby began to puzzle out his jumbled explanation. Touching. That was the important part. She knew it had nothing to do with him suddenly developing feelings for someone else, she was completely sure of his love and devotion for her alone. Besides, he had expressed more negative emotions. "You think someone's coming on to you and you don't like it?" she hazarded at last.

His face washed in relief and he nodded.

"Who?" she asked.

"Philip." he answered, is voice no more than a confused whisper.

Abby's eyes hardened. She hadn't liked the man from the get go, and she particularly didn't like how he kept trying to pull Connor into his own little experiments and away from her. She didn't bother to tell Connor he was over-reacting, he was oblivious enough for subtle flirting to fly right over his head, so for him to notice, and be as upset as he clearly was over it told her it was serious. And she had been right, because if Connor, who trusted virtually everyone from the outset was feeling threatened, then there was definitely something screwy going on with Philip.

"Tell Lester." she said.

"Lester?" he looked at her incredulously. "Don't you think I'm just being stupid?"

"Tell Lester." she said again. "You never notice if someone so much as gives you a longing look, so obviously there's something going on if you have noticed. Lester might be able to help." she leaned over and gave his a short kiss. "And if he tries anything, remind him that your girlfriend has a black-belt, and an army of creatures at her back that can kill him."

Connor smiled.

Crap ending, but I couldn't think of any other way to end it.