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A/N: Third addition to my Cretaceous fic! You can read this without reading the other two, but this one does mention some things from the first two - the stories are "Water Bottles" and "Hem". They're both fairly short.
This will have chapters, probably three - maybe four. Depends. First chapter is all for now. Enjoy! Thanks so much! And Reviews are immensely encouraged.
"Abby," she heard a whisper in her ear. She swiped her hand in the air like a bug was in her face. "Ow!" a voice hissed. Abby realized her hand had hit something solid; her eyes peered open to see Connor hovering over her as he held his sore face.
"Oh god, Conn!-" she shot up to see his cheek but when he removed his hand it wasn't even red. Connor smirked at her. "Wuss." She teased him, but he just grinned.
"Mornin'." He said with a devilish look. He was up to something. Abby smiled at him and looked around – it was still hard to wake up and not be in her bed or her flat anymore, but surrounded by branches and twigs and a smiling Connor every morning.
"Morning." She said with a suspicious glance. 147 days they had been stuck in this horrific past they had slowly learned to call home. Hardly ever aloud, Connor knowing how little hope Abby had for ever going back to their real home and him hating to say it because it left an awful pit in his stomach. This wasn't there home, but for now, it had to do.
"Guess what today is." Connor said with the same grin sticking to his face. Abby rolled her eyes and shrugged. "You hafta guess, Abs! Spoils the fun otherwise, doesn't it?" Abby rolled her eyes, though not trying to hide the smile he always pursued from her, and started to think.
"Ummm…" she noticed how he hid something behind his back, and then something dawned on her. "Conn, how do youknow what day it is?" he looked at her confused and shrugged.
"I like to keep count is all." Abby couldn't blame him, she did too. Five months in the Cretaceous though, it got to where it almost felt useless to count. Then it hit her. It had been five months 'till… she grinned at him as the surprise overcame her. Connor pulled out a banquet of wild flowers.
"Ta dah!" he beamed at her, Abby took a big whiff and couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. "Happy birthday, Abs." Abby almost wanted to cry. He had kept count so he could remember her birthday. Abby took the flowers and gave him a peck on the lips, not even thinking about what she did.
"Thank you Connor, they're beautiful."
"So are you." He smiled and Abby blushed but couldn't help and let out a scoff.
"You can be so cheesy sometimes." She pushed him just enough to make him tip and he scooted over beside her.
"That's what's so charming 'bout me." She raised her brows at him. Connor hadn't been in this good of a mood since they'd gotten here – last time she remembered him bragging about his looks was the fourth day here and he was trying to lighten the extremely tensed up mood. Before that was when they were actually home and before she kissed him and made things awkward. "Ya know, Abs, we should celebrate your birthday today." He finally spoke again; Abby looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"Don't really have party hats, cake and music to celebrate, do we Conn?" she said with a smirk, seeing Connor had more under his sleeve.
"C'mon Abby, I have the whole day planned!"
"Connor, we're in the Cretaceous." Abby said as if Connor had completely forgotten. "What could you possibly have planned?"
"It's not all that bad, Abs! All we have to do is not get chased by Raptors, or Pteranodon's, or anything else that eats meat. Not eat poisonous fruit, ignore tall trees we could fall out of, and not bleed so a predator tracks us down – and we'd have a nice day! It's actually pretty cool outside today."
"There's no activities though, Connor. We wouldn't have anything to use of our time."
"There's walking." She pursed her lips as he went on. "And enjoying each other's company." Abby rolled her eyes and sighed, but really having a day of fun with Connor did sound pretty amazing. She looked at him for a minute, giving his big puppy dog eyes and a pout as he pleaded for her to say yes.
"Oh, all right." Connor grinned and kissed her on the cheek before making his way out of the shelter. She looked around, making sure her shoes were tied and she rustled her hands through her shaggy, greasy hair. God, did she want a bath. They used the stream when they could, but that meant they had to leave each other's side and Connor had gotten rather protective this last month. Ever since Hem he'd been acting strange – she thought it would have affected her more and at first she thought what happened did but the more time passed, the more Connor started losing that smile he always had on his face and the more he became deathly serious about one another's safety.
She knew why, she felt the same. Losing Connor … she wouldn't be able to live through this place if he wasn't there. But he wasn't himself anymore. That was probably the first time she'd see him smile and mean it. He didn't make the jokes, he didn't make the references; now thinking of it, it was quite refreshing seeing Connor so … normal for a change. He was really starting to scare her.
"You stayin' in there all day, Abs? Breakfast is getting cold." Abby paused. Connor made breakfast? There's no telling how long he'd let her sleep in. Abby stepped out of the shelter, seeing where the sun hit the trees and caused the shadows around them it was much later than she usually slept.
"Connor, you let me sleep in again." She drilled him, arms crossed. Connor gave her an innocent smile and walked over to her.
"It's your birthday, can't help it can I? And you're so peaceful when you're asleep, be wrong to wake you if you're at peace and all."
"Oh all right, but don't gripe next time I decide to let you sleep in. This is the third time in the last week."
"It's your birthday week!" Abby sighed and looked at him with a smile. He was too good to her sometimes. He showed her a wooden plate they had made from the bark of the trees and there sat an egg in the center of the dish. "Your birthday breakfast." Abby couldn't believe it – Abby loved eggs but she didn't they could eat any of them here.
"How'd you…? Is it safe?"
"Found two meself, ate the first to make sure it was safe. That was yesterday morning and I feel fine – and it taste amazing! Course I cooked yours better, mine was on the runny side." Abby was in awe. Something other than fish and bulbs! She gently took the plate in her grasp and sat down to eat it.
"Thank you, Connor." She thanked as she patted beside her for him to sit down.
"Anything for you, Abby." He said as he sat beside her and sharpened his weapon. Abby noted that he'd seemed to say that to her a lot lately – maybe she should test him on it.
"Anything, eh?" he eyed her, almost as if he was worried of what that meant. Connor's shaggy black hair got in his face, covering his eyes as his head tilted down. She brushed it from his sight and just smiled at him. She didn't really know what she wanted from Connor; all she knew is her feelings for him had immensely advanced since they'd been stuck here. At first she thought it was because he was the only one to be with her, only one who was even a human being, but the more she thought about it the more she realized she felt this way about Connor before they even got stuck here. She was stuck here with him because of those feelings exactly – never wanting to leave his side. Just seeing him so strong through these months, taking charge when she was hurt or ill, it made her realize how strong her feelings were for him.
Connor looked at her with an awkward half-smile, darted his eyes to her and the weapon, and looked back down to carve. Abby then decided another thing – Connor Temple was hopeless. She sighed and went back to her food, enjoying the amazing food he had made for her.
"Abby," her head jerked up to face him. She hoped to God this was going to lead to something about their relationship, because she was getting tired of just dropping obvious hints. "Do you…" he trailed off, trying to find the right words. "Are we…?" he sighed and shook his head. "Never mind, not important." And he looked back at the uninteresting, sharp stick. And another thing Abby had decided was that Connor was too stubborn; he was determined none of this mattered now that they were stranded in the past. For a while she thought the same, thinking about getting home soon and not wanting to worry about it until they got back. But Abby was starting to think they weren't getting back, and them both being silent about their feelings was getting ridiculous.
Abby remembered once before Cutter died that Jenny said she was going to lock them in a room until they worked out what was going on between them. Now that was after Stephen had died, Caroline kept showing up asking Connor if he wanted to hang out and he always told her no. Abby for some odd reason blurted out that he should give her a chance, just because she felt bad for her, and Connor got angry at her without telling her why and they fought for over a week. And of course, Abby knew why he was angry. But Connor was going through a lot at that time, and though Jenny's idea might have worked, Connor's problems were more than just Abby being an idiot.
She glanced at him again as her egg was almost finished and she scooted closer to him, pressing her side against his and brushing her arms against his. Connor of course made no objection, but he also didn't seem to think anything of it. Abby sighed again and stood up as she finished the egg and placed the plate beside the fire.
Connor had been forcing himself to just pay attention to the weapon he'd been sharpening as Abby seemed to constantly pursue him. She kissed him on the lips again this morning. Connor wasn't an idiot, he could tell what Abby had been hinting at, but he wasn't going to blurt out his feeling just yet. He felt Abby was just acting this way because she was stuck in the past with the only male to existence, and he didn't want that. Connor loved her, and he didn't know if she felt the same or not.
Abby sighed and stood up, at last giving up on her little hints. Connor just wanted to show her an amazing day in a place that for most people would find amazing, beautiful, and breathtaking. A trip of a life time was an understatement and they just saw it as hell. Which was understandable, they were constantly chased by man eating creatures ten times bigger than them and the beautiful places were usually covered with dangerous dinosaurs. Luckily, Connor found a perfect place nice and secluded and he was excited to bring her to it.
"So, what's our plan for today?" she wondered. Connor looked up at her and smiled.
"What about a nice walk?" he asked. Maybe she could finally make him open up this way; not sure how, she just knew that the Cretaceous was the room Jenny talked about and they needed to admit their feelings before she lost it – and he was slowly but surely losing it.
Abby smiled back. "Perfect."
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