Disclaimer: Primeval does not belong to me, this is fan fiction, not for profit.
Any references to people, places, businesses etc is entirely fictitious.
1.1-2 Transitions
… said Lester "we're just moving on to a different chapter of our lives now."
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Nicholas Cutter rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Helen?
He remembered their row eight years ago. He should have gone with her to the Forest of Dean that day, but there had been a break in at his research lab. Helen had left in a huff, gone off on her own. And then she was gone… missing… her body was never found.
The detective investigating Helen's disappearance had been rather suspicious. The man had told Cutter that when a woman went missing it was most often foul play… most often done by the husband or boyfriend. But Nick had an airtight alibi for the inquiry. Nick had spent the morning filling out reports for a constable and then he and Stephen spent the afternoon cleaning up the lab.
Now, after eight years of wondering what had happened to his wife, she was back. He'd never had her declared dead in all that time… so he guessed that meant they were still married.
Bloody hell.
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Stephen tilted his head back and drained the last of his black and tan. Setting the heavy glass down on the polished wood of the bar with a thump, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. The bartender looked at him a little askance, but Stephen decided he'd had enough. He shoved back his chair and stood up. Weaving his way across the pub towards the door, he wondered what the folks in here would do if they had to face down a gorgonopsid.
His cell phone vibrated. Stephen reached into his pocket and brought the device up in front of him where he could read the text message. He blinked to focus his eyes.
The message was from Alison: Back in London two weeks. We need to talk.
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Abby couldn't believe her luck.
That talkative young man had been chattering so much, no one had heard the occasional chirps coming from her bundle. She had gotten her bundle safely tucked into the mini without anyone stopping her or asking questions. Abby had a bad moment when he had asked her for a ride back, but thankfully Claudia had called him over then. Apparently she needed Connor to sign some papers for the home office.
Abby opened the door to her flat. Stepping inside she kicked the door shut quickly. The bundle chirped as she started to unwrap it. The coelurosauravus soared out of her grasp, circling the room before lighting on the sofa.
Abby tilted her head sideways to gaze at the creature. Rex mirrored her movement, gazing back at her.
"Hmm," said Abby thoughtfully as she crossed the floor to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and rummaged around a moment, then turned back to face the creature. Holding out her hand palm up in front of her she asked "Do you like mango?"
Rex couldn't believe his luck.
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Connor quickly reached for another slice of pepperoni pizza and took a big bite. Chewing slowly he rolled his eyes at Duncan, hoping that his friend would accept that as an answer to his question.
Really, Connor couldn't begin to tell Duncan what he had done all day. Could he?
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Claudia pushed the send button on her email. The report was complete, attached to the email and sent.
She pushed her chair back and stood up. Grabbing her purse and coat she headed for the door. Looking at her watch, Claudia thought she had just enough time to catch the tube and pick up some take away before her favorite shop closed for the night.
As she headed for the tube station, Claudia thought about the report she had just sent, the events she had witnessed. An anomaly to the past… creatures from another time… Professor Nicholas Cutter…
Shame it all ended really, she would probably never see him again.
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Tom Ryan sat down in the overstuffed green chair in the living room and started to unlace his big black boots. He set the first one down quietly, but the second one slipped out of his hand and landed on the floor with a thump.
From the kitchen, a woman poked her head through the door and looked at him, obviously surprised.
"I didn't hear you come in," she exclaimed coming towards him.
Tom stood up to hug her tight. He kissed her upturned face and then put a hand on her abdomen, caressing it gently.
"How are you both?" he asked softly.
"We're fine," she said swatting his hand playfully. "That tickles. How was work?"
"Oh, the usual," Tom said "boring really."
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James Lester parked the porsche in front of his home. It was late. Traffic leaving London had been worse than usual this evening. He quietly made his way up the front steps, inserted the key and let himself in. Light was shining on the floor from the open doorway.
Slipping his shoes off onto the rug in the entryway Lester crossed the hall to peer in the library. He smiled at the sight that greeted him. His wife was curled up in a tight little ball on the brown leather club chair. One bare foot with dark red polish on her toenails peeked out beneath his dressing gown, stretched across the footstool. She had tried to wait up for him.
He gently shook her shoulder.
"Mmmph," she mumbled, stretching out her long slender arms. Her eyes focused on his face, blinked, then blinked again.
"James," she whispered happily, a smile spreading across her face, "you're home."
"Vivian," replied Lester "it's started."
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