The golden light of the anomaly reflects on in the tunnel, the curved walls making the colours bounce back and forth. The air is still, as if anticipating what might come out of the gateway. A new world. The image flickers and disappears, only to reappear a moment later, several feet from where it was a before. Something is amiss.

Abby Maitland walks about her flat, straightening the lamp shade and adjusting the temperature of the rooms. She nods her head to the music that blasts loudly in the background, pulling her iguana out of it's aquarium and placing it around her shoulders.

"CONNOR! GET DOWN HERE!" She shouts, hoping to wake her roomy. He's left the telly on again. Rolling her eyes she gathers the games in her arms and shoves them under the cabinet. Connor trips down the stairs, nearly falling down before grabbing the rail.

"What? What did I do?"

"You've left the telly on. Where's my breakfast. You owe me remember. After letting Rex out you're supposed to make me breakfast every weekend." She smiles innocently at him as he grumbles.

"I don't even know how he got out Abby."

"But he did, and you were supposed to be watching him. So chop chop. And you didn't do the washing last night."

"But-"

"You agreed. And it's only for a few more weeks." Connor rolls his eyes before setting to work in the kitchen.

"The way I see it, it's all Rex's fault, if he hadn't wormed past me none of this would have happened."

"Oi, don't go blaming Rex for your short comings. Speaking of Rex, where is he? I haven't seen him this morning." Connor shakes his head before turning the coffee maker on.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him either. Maybe he's met a girl lizard." Abby punches him in the arm before laughing,

"Maybe." She starts up the stairs, "Wouldn't hurt to find him though. Rex? Where are you?" Rex's chirping comes from under her bed. She drops to the floor, "What are you doing under here?" she teases before pulling him out from under the bed. "It's time for breakfast. Come on." She heads down the stairs smiling. The smile quickly fades as her phone starts to ring, followed by Connor's. She puts Rex down and grabs for her purse, pulling her phone out and looking at it a moment. "But I'm not even dressed yet!" She complains before answering.

"We've had an anomaly sighting Abby. We need you and Connor down here as soon as possible." Abby rolls her eyes before answering Cutter,

"Yeah okay. But I can't promise anything. We haven't even eaten yet."

"Abby..."

"Right, we don't matter so much. We'll be down shortly."

"Thank you." She hangs up her phone and races up the stairs again before shouting down to Connor,

"Get dressed. We've got an anomaly alert."

"But I'm in the middle of making-"

"Doesn't matter any more. You know what Cutter says." Connor frowns before imitating Cutter's accent,

"You can't waste time on yourself when other people are at stake." His frown deepens, "It's like he doesn't even care about us." Abby's head pokes out from the top of the stairs,

"He cares, he just doesn't care about us being healthy."

"True." Abby comes down the stairs with her boots in hand,

"You might want to think about getting dressed." She flops on the couch and pulls her shoes on.

"Can I drive?"

"In your dreams."

"You never let me drive."

"Just get dressed, I'll make coffee."

"I already-"

"I know. So it won't take long. Just don't leave the mug in my car. Are we clear?"

"Crystal."

Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing a Primeval fanfiction, but I said to myself, 'You're going to have to do it sometime. You've gotten good at Sherlock fanfiction, so why not Primeval too?' so I wrote this, and I have a story line all planned out, but I'll take suggestions. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review? Make me consider finishing this because I never finish anything I start. So no reviews, no more story. Are we clear? Good.

Mischief Managed

-P