Disclaimer

I do not own Primeval or any of its characters. I am merely a humble fan of this amazing T.V. show.

(AN) this chapter has no action; it merely introduces a few of the events and characters that will be present in my story. LONG LIVE PRIMEVAL!

Episode One

Wedding Day

A large congregation was gathered at the Wedding. Connor Temple an Abby Maitland had been engaged for a little over a year, and today they would be married. Although they wanted a normal, anomaly free wedding, they decided to be wedded at the A.R.C. Connor had told Abby that they should marry someplace that was connected to their life, not a "dingy old church". Abby suggested they be married in the A.R.C, and they both agreed on it. They also wanted to be married by someone close to them, so they asked James Lester if he would do the honor.
The main room had been filled with seats facing the A.D.D., and a lush red carpet had been rolled down the center. Connor stood at the front with Becker as Best Man.
"Nervous?" Becker asked with a smile.
"Yeah," He admitted. "Do you still have the rings?"
Becker nodded. "Of course," He patted his pocket. "Just relax and enjoy your wedding."
Just then the pianist began to play the universal wedding song Here Comes the Bride, and everyone stood. Connor looked up the aisle to see Abby being walked down by Emily.

After the wedding ceremony, the chairs were cleared to the sides of the room and the carpet was rolled up. Matt, Becker, Connor, and Lester managed to slide the A.D.D. to the back of the room, so that it wouldn't be in the way of the festivities. Lester had taken the spot of Abby's deceased father, and was dancing with his "daughter".
"You know, Lester," Abby said. "If you disliked Connor any more you would be a spitting image of my dad. The song ended and Connor took Lester's place on the dance floor He set his left hand on Abby's hip and held hers in his right. They were doing a classic waltz when the doors to the A.D.D. room opened. Abby and Connor stopped dancing, dumbfounded.
They could hear Lester's voice say, "Who would dare to barge into a wedding?"
Connor wondered the same thing. He looked at Abby and let his hand slide out of hers. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and walked to the doors. He caught up with Lester, who was trying to peer over the crowd of people at the newcomer.
"Was someone unaccounted for when we began?" Lester asked Connor.
"No," He responded. "Everyone is here."
"Then who just entered?"
"Lets find out." Connor said, a rare tone of anger in his voice. He politely pushed through the crowd towards the door. He broke through the crowd and stopped in his tracks. "Cutter?"
"What?" Abby said, suddenly at Connor's side. "It can't be."
The thirty-seven year-old grinned. His sandy blonde hair combed neatly to the side. He wore a black tuxedo and a blue striped tie.
Connor stood, his mouth agape. It looked as though he would stand there for eternity, but he stepped forward, towards Nick Cutter. Connor threw himself into the man,hugging him forcefully. Cutter hugged him back, the Connor stepped back. "Cutter... how?" He searched for words.
"Cutter," Abby stepped up. "You're dead!"
Cutter grinned slightly. "I was."
"Doctor Cutter," Lester said dully. "I don't completely understand how you are here, but I can guess." He sighed. "I don't feel like hearing your story just now, so I allow you to enlighten me at a later date. In the mean time," He stepped up to Cutter, and a small grin split across his face. "Welcome back." He gripped Cutters hand and shook it. "Now then," Lester spoke to the entire room. "I believe that we should get back to the celebration." He walked off into the room and joined his wife.
"I heard about your engagement." Cutter smiled at Connor and Abby.
Connor was still processing how Cutter could be alive, then it hit him. "Someone went through an anomaly." He said. "They must have taken you with them through the anomaly before Helen shot you."
Cutter didn't say anything, he just nodded his head.
"Who was it?" Abby asked.
"I'm sorry, but i can't tell you that." He said, sadness creeping into his voice.
"Why not?" Connor asked, confused.
"Because," Cutter began. "If I do, I could change the past or future more than it already has been, and a lot of people could die." He smiled again, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small box covered in white silk."For you," He handed it to Abby and reached back into his pocket. "And this, is for you." He handed a matching box to Connor.
Together, the newly wedded couple opened the gifts.
"Oh, Cutter," Abby gasped. "They're beautiful." She pulled out a necklace with a anomaly shaped locket Even the face of the locket was etched with triangular designs perfectly matching an anomaly.
Connor opened his gift and grinned. A remarkable replica of the ring from Lord of the Rings hung on a golden chain. "It's awesome, thank you, Cutter."
"You're welcome." He said. "Oh, and just in case you're wondering; that's not a replica; a friend of mine was the man who made the ring prop for the movies. He wanted me to have it, but I never really had any interest in those movies, so I saved it for you." He patted Connors shoulder and gave Abby a hug before walking off to join the party.
"I can't believe he's back." Conner grinned at Abby.
"I can relate." Abby said. "But i'm concerned; Cutter was the man who always told us what could happen if we change something in the past. For all we know, there could now be another apocalypse in the future."
"I'm sure Cutter has his reasons." Connor assured his wife. He admired his gift. "This is definitely better than that old prop ring I found in my basement."
Abby laughed and kissed Connor. "Come on, lets go join the party."