A/N: I know it's been forever and a day and a hundred years since I last posted but I've had writers block for 20 days D: All of this came from 1 day, one day of inspiration has spurred me on. I hope I have no more writer's block for a while. Cause I have a couple other stories to finish, this one to write and coursework to be done. Please enjoy, cause this took all my effort :3

The grey building was squat and long, hunkering down against the steel colour of the sky and the dying grass around it. Outside, two cars with government registration plates were parked, their bonnets cooling with the harsh wind of the outside. Inside the mostly empty warehouse, a glowing ball of light interspersed with shards glimmered and flickered, casting odd shadows of the people within. The concrete floor was cold and the metal corrugated sides and roof reflected the misty sunlight that filtered through the thick cloud cover. A glimmering ball of light glowed in the centre of the room, shards of a substance like glass hanging in the air. A government-issue car was parked at an angle to the building, steam rising from the hood as the engine cooled in the frigid, icy air. A quick inspection would prove that if you stood beside it you could see, through the partially opened door, a flickering ball of light interjected with shards of glittery substances suspended completely in midair, the shards moving and writhing, sending bright light patterns across the walls.

Connor knelt, his hands on the controls of the device that closed the anomalies, his fingers flying over the appropriate keys and the burst of electricity closing the anomaly into a tight ball. Becker looked over at him and their eyes met for a moment, the soldier and the geek, sharing a look of mutual respect as they realised that their services were needed, and that they needed each other. Becker raised his gun up to shoulder height and aimed it steady, barrel facing the anomaly as it shivered and twisted in the tight ball. A quiet chirping from behind made both the men turn around, snapping to complete attention, eyes focussing on the shadows beyond.

'Sounded like a Raptor.' Connor muttered, his eyes sweeping the shadows beyond Becker as the soldier turned to face the direction of the sound. Becker looked quickly over at him and nodded, raising his gun again and turning it towards the sound.

'Let's hope it's a baby right?' Becker muttered, his tongue flicking over his lips, wetting the dry skin as the cool winter air rushed over them.

'Right.' Connor watched as Becker stepped forwards into the shadows, his shiny hair gleaming in the light of the faded winter sunlight that streamed through the barred windows of the warehouse. Connor fumbled with the switch on his torch and swept the yellowing beam over the walls and floor, around boxes covered in long white dustsheets.

'This is a storage locker?' Connor turned back to Becker and smiled.

'Yeah.' Becker squared his shoulders as Connor finished his sentence. 'Why?'

'More things for the… thing… the hide in.' The sentence was lame and stupid and Becker felt his cheeks flush with a rush of hot, venous blood. Connor flashed him a quick smile and them turned his gaze back at the shadows in front of them. A soft click issued from them again and they both froze, blood running cold in their veins.

'Raptor.' Connor whispered, his breath catching. Becker raised the gun as the creature leaped from the shadows, the inch long claw raised high as it landed on the soldier's chest, the bullet proof vest absorbing most of the impact but gathering several severe score marks down the front as the surprisingly light animal pushed him to the floor. Becker let out a hoarse cry and Connor jumped backwards, his back slamming against the metal walls of the warehouse with a resounding clang which made the animal turn it's pointed head towards him. The yellow eye fixed him with a steely glare and leapt off Becker, stalking cautiously towards Connor, the claw clicking on the concrete floor. Becker rolled over, his chest stinging as he breathed, a slow trickle of blood running down by his ribs as his breath sawed in his chest.

Connor saw Becker roll over and aim and leaped to one side as the tranquilliser dart flew through the air and burrowed itself in the velociraptor's thigh. The animal let out a loud squeal of pain and terror and turned the light body quickly towards Becker again. Connor crossed his fingers and closed his brown eyes as the raptor made its way towards the young military man. There was a pregnant, ominous silence and then Connor opened his eyes. The raptor was lying on its side; eyes glazed and partly closed, the chest moving swiftly up and down as the animal struggled for breath.

'Becker!' Connor couldn't keep the terror out of his voice as he ran to his colleague lying immobile on the floor. 'Becker man, are you okay?' Becker rolled over and stared at Connor, breathing heavily, each breath causing pain to flicker over his face. Becker moved himself over to Connor and smiled, his eyes slitted against the light.

'Yeah. Just a scratch.' Connor looked over Becker's ruined Kevlar vest and the white padding spilling out over the floor and Becker's chest.

'Doesn't look like a scratch.' Connor muttered apprehensively, helping Becker out of the protective vest. Becker smiled and placed his gun on the floor, pulling up his shirt and inspecting his wound. The blood was already clotting and the skin, although red and raw, was not broken too much, just a few trickles of blood running down his sculpted stomach.

'It's fine.' Becker bent down, his face contorting in pain and picked his gun up. Indicating the raptor lying prone on the floor, Becker raised his eyebrows and stepped back slightly before speaking. 'What do we do with it?' Connor did a double take for a moment and then logically reasoned through his ideas.

'Well logically we could just throw it back. Well not literally, obviously, but just put it on the other side of the anomaly and close it again.' Becker paused, shifting his weight from foot to foot before poking the reptile on the shoulder with the barrel of his gun. Connor squatted down on his haunches and watched the animal breathe, a sudden breath escaping the raptor into his face. He wrinkled his brow and coughed slightly, waving a hand to try and diffuse the smell of rotting meat.

'So throw it back. Like an unsatisfactory fish?' Connor laughed at the idea of Becker fishing and then snapped back into focus.

'There's no reason why not.' Becker nodded and bent down, one hand sliding over the surprisingly warm, pebbled skin of the dinosaur, the rising ribcage with each breath pushing against the force his hand was exerting

'How do we move it?' Becker looked around, a few stray strands of hair hanging over hi forehead and glinting in the light. Connor cast his gaze over the room and felt his eye being caught by a glint of silver and a dull shape, like that of a flatbed trolley.

'In that.' Connor walked over to it and removed it, a couple of light boxes wobbling precariously as he rolled it away. Becker stepped forward and lifted the boxes despite the pain in his chest from the cut that released a fresh wave of discomfort every time he breathed. The raptor was relatively light compared to size and within a few moments of lifting it was on the trolley and Connor had his hands on the device that reopened the anomaly, his fingers flashing over the keys so fast he wasn't even looking at them. There was a beam of electricity and then the anomaly split into the ever moving, constant stream of angular glassy shapes that were suspended in midair, twisting and dancing in and out of the ball of light.

'Ready?' Becker asked, shouldering his gun and making Connor take the bar on the front of the trolley. They both sized it up and then walked towards the light, the curious sensation of walking through a wall of water washing over them as they passed through and into the Cretaceous. The velociraptor snorted in its sleep and moved slightly, the hind leg twitching and the claw curving in the air.

'We need to get out of here.' The soil beneath their feet was spongy and dark, the air humid and more oxygenated that made their breathing difficult. Together they removed the raptor from the trolley and pilled it back, heading towards the anomaly at a fast pace. They once again burst through the sheen of light and waterfall sensation, the warehouse concrete dull and boring in comparison to where they'd just gone. Connor went to switch the anomaly back into hold when it sent out a wave of light a figure emerged. Becker raised his gun but a voice cut through.

'Put it down, Becker, you'll kill someone.' Connor felt his stomach do a slow and lazy back flip as the stab of recognition pulsed through him. It couldn't be… could it? It wasn't possible…

'Cutter?'

Oooohhh cliffhanger ;P

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