Greetings fellow Primeval fans!

This is a fic I thought up with and wrote quite a long time ago, but I didn't think they were particularly well written or that anyone would want to read them, so I never got round to putting them up. However when Primeval series 5 returned on ITV (woop!) I remembered them and thought, what the heck, I'll put them up :)

So these are going to be a series of letters of what Cutter might have written to people if he knew he was going to die. This first one is Cutter's letter to Connor. I hope it's ok, I'm not sure whether to carry this on so if you want to read more please post a review saying and I shall put the others up too :)

Oh and I know the title sounds pretty cheesy, so if I carry these on I might change the title too!

1. Connor

Connor watched as the last of the Professor's belongings that had been packed into boxes, being taken away. Cutter's office became empty surprisingly quickly. For all the clutter that once filled the room, there was actually very little there, or perhaps there was, but the fire had consumed most of it, leaving the walls blackened and a burnt smell that still lingered in the air.

Connor dimly wondered what would happen to all the Professor's things that had once filled the room. Where would it all go? To a safe? Someone else's desk? The dustbin? Wherever they would go, they would be forgotten, left to gather dust. Of course the important paper work would be saved to ponder over, but it was the little things that would be abandoned, and that suddenly mattered most. Cutter's name-tag he refused to wear, his well chewed biros, his favourite mug. All stuffed into big brown boxes as if they didn't matter any more.

It was just Abby and a few soldiers who were moving out the boxes. Everyone else was either working or found it too hard to clear out Cutter's office and throw it all away, like Connor. The most he could do was stand in the doorway and observe the silent work. He watched as Abby picked up a box full of paperwork that had been pulled out of Cutter's drawers, expecting it to be of no use to the ARC any more. Suddenly, as Abby looked sadly down at the box, she paused. A puzzled look grew on her face, making Connor concerned.

"What is it?" He asked.

Abby didn't respond at first. A slow hand reached into the box and pulled out an envelope. "It's got your name on it Connor…" she began.

Connor rushed forward, taking the envelope from Abby's hand. Sure enough, there was his name, written in Cutter's scrawny hand writing. Peering into the box, the two of them found several envelopes, each written upon them the name of a team member.

"I think they're letters," Abby said slowly, but when she looked up again Connor had disappeared. He had run off, clutching the last few words that Cutter would ever speak to him in his hand, as if they were made of gold.

Connor wasn't sure how long he had been running, or even in which direction. But those things didn't matter. As soon as he had found an empty and quiet spot – halfway down a dull-looking corridor - he tore open the envelope. He held his breath, Abby had been right, they were letters, and this one had been written just for him.

Dear Connor,

I wasn't sure which order I should write these letters, who I should start with, they could be discovered in any order. But in the end I decided to start with you, because without you, I may never have discovered the anomalies.

If you hadn't approached me, if you had never spoken to me, I would have never gone to the Forest of Dean, I would never encounter the thing that would soon shape itself around my life and change my view of the whole world forever. Surprisingly, I don't mind. Should I have been furious that the anomalies have ruined my life, taken my wife and my Claudia away from me? But if I had a choice, I still think I would have gone into the forest.

Did I ever thank you for running up to me that bright morning, and making me discover the most amazing thing that I have ever seen? I doubt it. So I will sat it now Connor; thank you.

Before I continue, I must explain to you why I decided to write these letters. It may upset you, but the fact that you're reading this tells me you have confirmed what I believed would happen soon – I have died. I knew I wouldn't last long in a job like this, and the death of Stephen brought it all to the front of my mind, I will die soon. Please, don't be angry or upset about this, I prefer it this way, because now I am prepared, and I can say goodbye to all those who I care about the most.

I must admit (and since this is a letter from beyond the grave, why not?) that out of all the team, you were the one I was closest to. I can't believe I would write that, no offence, but it's true. At first you were annoying and more troublesome than helpful, but I soon realised that the team needs you. And now you're the one I trust most by far, you're the only one who believed about Claudia and you're the brightest spark in the whole of the ARC, even though there are times when you act like a complete idiot.

I believe in you Connor, you can solve the great mystery of the anomalies, you're clever enough to work out how to close them. Don't let anyone else tell you any different.

And don't tell Lester this, but really you're the head of the ARC. Even if you're rubbish with a gun, even if you sometimes arrive at work on a skateboard and probably spend more time playing computer games than actually fighting real monsters, you're the boss. You were my apprentice and deputy, and now you are the head of the ARC and all that it stands for.

So Connor, I want you to remain brave and strong, because I never doubted you for a second, and I'm sorry if I ever let you think that.

I just want to ask one small thing from you now, a promise that I hope you will keep:

Don't ever change.

Oh and good luck with Abby. I can see the way you look at her; I know how you feel about her on the inside. Do you know that sometimes she looks back in the same way? I can see you two have a future together, and I wish you all the happiness with her that I never managed to have with the women I loved.

Stay safe, and try not to do anything stupid.

Yours,

Cutter.

Tears were pouring down Connor's face, and yet the letter helped him to smile and even laugh. It felt like an age since he smiled properly. He wished he could write a reply to Cutter, tell him that in his eyes, he was like a father to him, and he really didn't want him to leave. But it was too late for that now.

Connor held the letter frozen in his hand for a few moments, the last tears just trickling down his face, his bright eyes solemn. He tucked the letter in his shirt pocket, right by his heart, where it would stay.

He then turned and left the empty corridor, to go and do some work, because that's what Cutter would have wanted.

Thanks for reading! Again if you'd like to read more please say :)