A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed this and set it as an alert. I hope Chapter 2 doesn't disappoint.

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Chapter 2

Connor stared into the blackness of the cave. Had he heard that right? Was he still asleep? Maybe he had just dreamed he had heard Abby return to the cave and drop that ever so minor bombshell on him. Maybe it was his subconscious telling him to start thinking about the challenges of living out the rest of his life in the same era as the dinosaurs he had grown up fascinated with. The very creatures that had begun his love of fossils, evolution and palaeontology, and were thus responsible for his chosen career path and the fact that he was lying here in this cold, dark cave hiding from them and wondering if he would ever make it back home.

Of course, as people always said, home is where the heart is. If he was stuck here forever, at least he had Abby here with him. Right now, if he had a choice of leaving here alone or staying with Abby, he knew where he would rather be. Perhaps that was why he had been more able to face the likelihood that, after the first couple of days anyway, Danny wasn't coming back.

"What if this is it?" Abby had asked him there very first night in their current home. "What if we never get out of here? What if we have to live out the rest of our lives hiding in a hole in a cliff face and only coming out to wash, drink and scavenge for food?"

He had drawn her into his arms then, listening to her voice get higher and more hysterical as she listed the many ways in which their life would be different now. He had held her close, telling her softly that everything would be all right, stroking her hair and rocking her back and forward like a child until she calmed down. It had felt strange to be the strong one for a change. It had felt even stranger to realise that Abby's panic had subsided into silent tears, rolling down her cheeks and into his clothes.

Slowly, gradually, he had felt her breathing slow and become more regular as she fell asleep, exhausted by the exertion of the day, followed by her moment of panic. He had shuffled them both over to the side of the cavern, pulling a rucksack over to support his back and leaning back against the rock wall. It had taken him a while to fall asleep himself: his brain had been far too busy making plans and working out just what they might need to survive here indefinitely.

The next morning he had woken to the gentle pressure of Abby's lips on his cheek. He remembered the mingled feelings of elation and disappointment. On the one hand, he couldn't remember ever being woken up in a nicer way. On the other hand, though, he wished the kiss had been on his lips instead. He had felt Abby's head return to his shoulder and her hand rest upon his chest, right over his heart.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Abby had whispered, her voice much calmer than it had been the night before.

"It's okay, you didn't," Connor had mumbled without thinking.

"Don't lie to me, Conn. Your breathing and your heart rate changed. I'm close enough to feel them both. I know you're just trying to be nice, but right now I just need to know that you'll tell me the truth, no matter what. We have to be honest with each other if we're going to get through this. Brutally honest."

"Is this the part where you tell my I snore, have bad breath and my feet smell?" Connor quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

"No," said Abby. "This is where I ask you the tough questions."

"Oh," Connor replied simply. "Such as?"

"Will we ever make it home?"

Connor had taken a deep breath before answering that. Too much hope and Abby might start burying her head in the sand again, too little and she might give up completely.

"I don't know," he had said, finally. "But what I do know is that not one single human skeleton has been found dating back to anything anywhere near the Cretaceous period, or any of the other non-human eras. That at least suggest that we do get out of here, perhaps even all the way back home. All it takes is one anomaly and we're out of here. Just remember, that very first anomaly we found, the Permian one that Rex came through. That same anomaly opened up in exactly the same place, months later in our timeline, but five years back on the Permian side."

"So what? We hang around for five years or so and see if another one opens up then try and avoid ourselves until the timelines straighten themselves out?"

"If necessary, yes."

That had been the first and last time they had discussed their situation. Ever since then they had gradually been building up their collection of tools, weapons, home comforts and storable foods. Now it looked as though they were going to have another problem to think about.

He drew a hand down over his face, feeling that his eyes were definitely open. He was definitely awake. He had definitely heard what he thought he had heard.

"Connor?" Abby's voice sounded weak and shaky. "Conn, did you hear me?"

"Yeah... Yes, I heard you," Connor muttered, his voice hoarse. He swallowed nervously. "Are you sure?"

"As sure as I can be out here."

Connor nodded, ignoring the fact that Abby couldn't see him in the pitch darkness of the cave. His mind had now taken hold of another thread of thought. Initially, he had been thinking forward: images of Abby and himself raising a child in the inhospitable Cretaceous landscape. Now he was thinking back. He might spend the rest of his life here with the woman he loved, raising a family and doing an impression of Fred Flintstone, but it wouldn't be his family he was raising. Not this child anyway. There wasn't much that he was sure of in this world, but of that he was absolutely certain.