Genre: fluffy fluff
POV: Abby
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Primeval and it's characters belong to Impossible Pictures, no copyright infringement is intended.

AN: this is a belated birthday fic / present for selanay :D *hugs you*
A big thanks to XxbagpussxX for the betawork :D

THE DREAM

The first night I had 'the' dream, I was just standing in the garden. A beautiful green garden with lilies and sunflowers.

It was a short dream and when I woke up I could remember everything. That was weird, because most nights I couldn't remember any of my dreams. All I could think about all day was that garden, and when I got back home I had to paint a picture of it. It was nice to paint again. The last 3 years have been way too busy to do anything "for me".

The second night, the dream was longer and there was a house to go with the garden. I went inside the house and began to explore - there was a big living room and a kitchen that would make my aunt proud and very happy. There were a lot of cookery books on one shelf and mismatched plates and cups in the cupboards. The sun was creeping in through the big windows and I looked out and saw a little boy outside. He smiled at me and turned around to sit on a set of swings.

I woke up and had to smile. I could remember the house in every detail but the little boy was a bit ... misty ... something about him reminded me of someone, but I couldn't put my finger on it. During the day, the memory of him grew even more vague, I only could remember his blue eyes and bright smile. That evening, I drew a sketch of the living room and the kitchen.

The third night I dreamt of the house, I went up the stairs and found 4 closed doors on the first floor. When I opened the first door, I looked into a big master bedroom. The colours were mismatched but it felt like a home. I sat on the bed and looked around. There was a big photo over the bed. It looked like a wedding picture but I couldn't see the faces of the pair. The bride was turned away from the camera and the groom's face was hidden by the veil. The bride's head was turned upwards like she was laughing whilst the picture was taken. Just looking at the picture made me smile.

The feeling I had when I woke up was great. Like coming home after we got back from the cretaceous. I tried to remember more about the picture in the house and the little boy, but this part of the dream was really hard to remembe. I could remember all the details about the house vividly - It was like I "knew" the house. At home I sketched the bedroom and really hoped that I could "visit" the house again.

The fourth night I could go into two more rooms. One was a study with a big computer screen and a laptop right next to it. There were pictures of dinosaurs on the walls and books about lizards in the bookcase. The second room was a nursery. It was decorated all in blue with little plushy dinosaurs. There was a big Barney Poster on the wall and a picture of the little boy I had seen in the garden. His face was turned away from the camera but he was playing in the sand on a beach. I only could see his mop of brown hair, but it looked so familiar.

In the morning I woke up and felt a little weird. I wanted to know why I kept dreaming about the same house every night, and why it felt so good to be there. I had to talk to someone and found Sarah in her office. I told her about the house, the boy and the pictures. Sarah suggested that I looked at some old photos, maybe the house was a memory of some kind. But I told her that I had never been in a house that big, and that I never knew a little boy with brown hair and blue eyes like that. She promised to think about it and asked me to find out if I could find a mirror in the dreams and look into it. Maybe it would help me to figure it out if it was a memory of some kind or a wish.

The fifth night I opened the last door on the first floor. It was a bathroom with a really big iron bathtub. There was a mirror over the washbasin and I was a bit scared to look into it. I didn't want the dreams to end, and most of all I didn't want to find out that it was all a memory of some kind. If it was a memory, it meant that I had buried more of my past than I realized. I went to stand in front of the mirror. What looked back at me was just me. Maybe a little older and with longer hair. I waved at myself and saw a sparkle on my ring finger. There was a ring. It looked familiar too but before I could take a closer look I woke up.

The thought of the ring was unnerving. Why was it so familiar? My mother had never worn a wedding ring, so it wasn't that. When I went to talk to Sarah again, Connor was standing next to her. He laughed and I noticed the ring he wore around his neck. Without any word I reached out to look at it. It looked like the ring in my dream. I looked at Connor and was reminded of the little boy's hair in my dream. Just like Connors. He smiled nervously at me and asked if I was alright.

He'd told me again that he loves me whilst we were in the cretaceous but I was too scared to tell him that I love him too. I was even too scared to talk to him now 3 months after we were back in our time. Yes, I was scared of Connor Temple. The goofy nerd, my best friend, the man who saved my life several times ... the man I loved. I was scared that I didn't know HOW to love. His love scared me sometimes, because his love was pure. It wasn't just lust like I'd experienced with other men. I would have understood that. But he loved me to a point where he cared more for my life than for his own. I had seen it. It was scary for me. When I saw this ring around his neck. I knew I HAD to talk to him about my dreams.

I took his hand and asked him to follow me. We got into my car and I brought him home and showed him the pictures I had drawn and painted. He sat down at the kitchen table and looked at them. I told him about the little boy and the pictures on the walls. And after I told him all that I just blurted out that I love him. The look on his face was priceless and he asked me to repeat that and I told him again and again. IOnce it was out it was easy to repeat it.

That night I dreamt of the house again. I walked around and looked at the little things, the small details I had missed. When I came into the living room I saw someone sitting on the sofa. I sat down and looked at Connor. He looked a bit older too but his smile was just the same. He took my hand and asked me if I was happy. I thought about it and nodded. I was happy. Rex was sitting on the armrest and Sid and Nancy were lying in a basket in the sun. I kissed Connor and put my head on his shoulder.

When I woke up, I got up and stared the computer. I looked over my e-mails and an ad popped up. It was from a property developer. I opened the ad and looked at the houses.

I KNEW that it was "my" dream house as soon as I opened the pictures. I screamed for Connor to show it to him and he stumbled into the room in only his boxers. I smiled excitedly at him and made him sit down next to me. I showed him the house and after I had shown him all the pictures he smiled at me. He said I should bookmark the webpage and that he had a lot to do.

I was confused, and when Connor left the house without me, I was also a little scared.

I spent the day thinking about the house again and did some much needed shopping, since it was a Saturday.

When Connor came back in the evening he had a huge smile on his face and told me that he had a surprise for me. He handed me my jacket and pushed me out the door.

He drove us to the outskirts of London and handed me a set of keys, then he took off his scarf and blindfolded me with it.

We got out of the car and he helped me up some stairs. I heard him light a few matches and then he was behind me and took off the scarf.

I was shocked that we were standing in my dream house. In the living room. Connor had prepared a picnic and we sat down. When I asked him how he had got the keys he said that he had called the property agency. He asked me if I wanted the house. When I just nodded he smiled and told me that we could afford to buy it together. I just stared at him. Could we really buy a house together? Should we?

We were together for just a day ... but then again, we lived together for the last 3 years AND I really wanted the house. I looked around and realized that I wanted the house together with Connor. I looked at him and nodded.

Yes. Yes I wanted it all! I was a girly girl sometimes and I wanted the family and the house with the white picket fence.

And I wanted it all with Connor.