A/N: Ok, so I've decided to write every even chapter from Connors point of view in the future, and every odd chapter from Abby's point of view in the past. That's the best way I know how to write it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the show or any characters except for my original characters.

Connor slowly opened his eyes and immediately felt a pulse of pain shoot through his temple, he groaned in agony as he realized the pain was not just in his head but all over.

"Shhhh, it'll be ok," a female voice calmed, she placed a hand on his forehead to try to calm him. His vision was blurred and unstable, but even if he could see straight the room he was in was unfamiliar to him. The girl had short brown hair from what he could tell, and she looked quite young, probably in her mid-teens. "Mum, he's awake!" she yelled over her shoulder to the next room. The noise made his head pulse even more causing him to convulse in slight agony.

His eyes were closed from the pain, and his ears were ringing, but he could still hear slightly. Someone, he assumed was her mother, walked in and a moment later he felt a prick in his arm. Cool fluid filled his body, almost immediately the pain started to subside and he drifted into a deep sleep.

"Connor!" Abby yelled as she reached over the edge to grab his hand.

Connor jerked awake, his head no longer hurt, but that didn't say much about the rest of his body. He felt like he had been pelted with boulders and other large objects which cause tremendous pain and agony.

His vision was more stable now so he could make out the room which was lit by a single ceiling fixture that would flicker every so often, and barely gave off any light; the walls were lined with broken cabinets and cluttered counters. The floor was covered in dirt and tracks from people coming and going. The bed he lay upon felt as if it had been stuffed with blankets to try and make it softer, but only added to his discomfort.

The door opened, causing him to turn his head which sent a slight jolt of pain down his neck and spine. A woman walked in and stood just inside the door so she was still in the shadows, "Try not to move too much," she said. Connor recognized the voice, the sweet voice he would wait for every morning as he climbed out of his bed, the voice that sent chills down his spine and put butterflies in his stomach, the voice that had called his name as he careened over the cliff to what he thought was his death.

He looked at her silhouette in the doorway and became confused, the owner of the voice had long shoulder length hair as opposed to the short spiky hair he loved so much, "Abby?" The words forced their way out of his throat causing it to burn slightly.

The woman walked forward into the light and grabbed a glass of water sitting on a makeshift side table; she helped him lean forward so he could take a sip of the refreshing liquid. In the dim light Connor could see that it was Abby, but it wasn't the Abby he knew. Her blond hair was in long locks, her smooth hands were rough and callused as they held him up, and a scar ran across the bridge of her nose.

Connor was confused for a moment, and then he remembered seeing Abby's face disappear as the light from the Anomaly enveloped him. He realized that the Anomaly must have lead to a near future and he was seeing an older version of the woman he loved.

"Hello Connor," she said as she looked at him, tears welled in her eyes, but did not spill over. She placed the now empty glass of water back on the table then leaned in slowly and hugged him. No matter how much pain he was in, it all left him when she put her arms around him. "I thought I would never see you again," she said quietly into his shoulder. She held on as tight as she could without causing him anymore pain than he was already in, she never wanted to let him go.

"Mum?" a voice quietly asked from the doorway. Abby released him from the hug and turned around.

"What is it Conny?" she asked as she wiped the unwept tears from her eyes.

"He's back," Conny replied.

"I'll be there in a bit," Abby said back then watched her she left the doorway.

"Mum?" Connor asked a little hurt. His voice was a little better now so there was no burn when he spoke.

Abby turned back to look at him, her eyes averted to the floor, then stood, "I'll be right back," she said and exited the room leaving him alone.

The pain that had been forgotten suddenly returned, he lay back down to try to ease it, but it continued to get worse. The place in his chest where his heart should be residing felt empty and torn. Abby, his Abby had a daughter, and he knew she wasn't his.