Disclaimer: Primeval and it's characters is sadly not mine, but awesomely belongs to Impossible Pictures. Not copyright intended.

A/N: This story is just a day of Connor and Abby when Connor became sick after the freezing fungus incident. It's an AU if Jack never came to live with Abby, so Connor still lives in the flat. It goes hour by hour, just snippets of each hour. Hope you enjoy!

R&R if you read even just one chapter. One paragraph. One sentence! Nah, I'm just kidding. But please, Read and Review - it takes no time at all.


7 A.M.

Connor rolled over in his bed with a moan that rasped his voice into a pathetic whine. His gungy eyes shuttered open, wincing at the sharp pain of sun that blazed through his window and he lunged away from the bright light. His head pounded of an awful headache and his entire demeanor felt sore and bilious.

"Connor! You're going to be late for work if you don't get your lazy butt down here!" Connor let out a brief snivel and covered his head with his tangled up comforter. Connor was up all night tossing and turning, leaving his bed in a state of complete disaster. His clogged-up ears heard muffled sounds of feet making their way up the steps to his loft and Connor made another wimpy sound of a groan. "Connor, you're not even out of bed! I'm going to get Rex…"

"Abby…" Connor grumbled under the blanket, he heard her feet stop in its steps and she sighed.

"Yes?" she replied. Connor thought about removing the blanket he hid his face into, but he remained under his hiding place and continued to mumble to her.

"You remember how I wasn't feelin' well last night?" Connor suddenly felt his bed inch in beside him; he felt Abby's presence on the bed and heard her voice again.

"I told you to take something last night." Abby claimed.

"Not much to brag 'bout it now, yeah?" Connor griped. Abby smiled at the lump in the bed that had Connor covered inside. Suddenly she whisked the covers from his face and gave him a smirk.

"Now's the perfect time, this way I can go on about how I was right and how you're now miserable." She teased him, but Connor just gave her a pout.

"I was using that, ya know." He eyed the end of the comforter that Abby's hand still grasped. She rolled her eyes and threw it back over his face. "Thank you." He muttered under his cozy bedspread. Then he realized something. "Abby!" he once again heard her pause, this time midway on the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Could you call Jenny for me? Tell her I'm not feeling well?" he heard her footsteps come up to the bed and this time Connor placed the blanket away from his face to see her sad eyes looking into his. "Right, guess it would be not Jenny, then – yeah? Since she's gone and all." And then it hit him. Jenny was gone, for good. It was just yesterday that they had to freeze the ARC to kill a fungus, probably the entirety of why he's sick now, and the event of Jenny almost dying and causing her to quit before another hit of death came across the team. Abby spoke up to break the looming thoughts that overcame them both.

"I'll call Lester, hmm? Maybe he'll understand?" she asked. Connor let out a scoff and rolled over to his back. "Suppose I'm being a bit hopeful."

"You could call Danny." Connor prompted, Abby looked at him with an odd expression and sat down on the bed beside him.

"Danny?"

"Yeah, I recon he'll be the team leader in the future and all that anyways, and he'll probably be there to stir up trouble just so he can. We could tell him to tell Lester we're sick?"

"We're sick?" Abby looked at him, trying to hide the smirk that spread across her face. Connor quickly let out a powerful cough and sniffed in a bit and then tried to sit up some so he could speak.

"Abs, you can't actually be thinking 'bouts leaving me all alone in the flat when I need your gentle, tender care most are you?" he gave her another pout, as pitiful as possible, and Abby rolled her eyes.

"Fine, I'll call in and say we're ill from the all that freezing last night. But I'm calling Lester, no calling this Danny business. I don't know him well enough."

"Up to you, but I know I'd hate to hear his reaction." Abby stared at the railing for a moment; she then gave Connor a smile and headed down the stairs. "Sarah it is?"

"Oh yeah!" Abby shouted as she fleeted the stairs and scavenged for a phone. Connor smiled, then the hitting remembrance of his headache grounded back to him and he wallowed out a cry of pain as he hid his eyes under his comforter once again, trying anything to stay away from the awful day light.


More to come. Next will be Connor and Abby at 8 in the morning! hmm!