A/N: Alrighty then… if you read the last two chapters then you have come to the conclusion that Conny is Abby and Connor's daughter, but Connor doesn't know that yet, and he will continue to not know till I say so…

Also, this chapter is slightly short.

Please R&R, it really helps me know what I could do better in my writing ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own the show or any of the characters except for Conny… so far.

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"Alright, let's take a look at these wounds," Abby said as she slowly began to unravel the blood stained gossamer from his chest, her daughter began unraveling from around his left arm.

Connor studied both women and realized that Conny was the spitting image of Abby as he had known her. Her petite figure, short spiky hair, beautiful smile, soft hands, and the grungy style. He winced as the last of the gossamer was peeled from his flesh.

"Do you remember what happened?" Conny asked him.

"The last thing I remember before waking up here was disappearing through the Anomaly," he explained. He looked at the women realizing they knew how he had gotten in the shape he was in. "What happened?" he quarried.

Both of them hesitated a moment, then Abby spoke, "I watched as you appeared through the Anomaly… you fell into a cluster of trees on your way down… you were just barely alive when I got to you."

Suddenly Connor remembered his spine coming into contact with the first tree branch then the second which had hit his head and knocked him out. Coming back to the present, he noticed Abby's eyes tear up. She had been in just as much pain as she watched him fall. "How long was I out before I woke up?" He asked.

"Two days, then two days after we sedated you." it was Conny that spoke that time, she looked at her mother in slight confusion of the tears, but didn't say anything.

So he had been out for four days, and after being barely alive he seemed to be doing quite well. He guessed that the medicine of this time was much more advanced than in his. He looked around the dingy room they were in and a question hit him, "Where are we?" he asked.

Abby started wrapping his chest in a new roll of gossamer, "The A.R.C.," she said hesitantly. She saw the confusion on his face, "Two years ago the A.R.C was attacked by… Was attacked," she said choosing her words carefully. "The A.R.C. was destroyed mostly except for certain areas as you can see. Everyone was hunted down, Danny, Becker, Lester, even Jenny and Sarah… Becker survived, and as you've gathered so have we." She explained not looking him in the eyes. He realized she hadn't looked him in the eyes since the night before, when he had asked about Conny being her daughter.

"This part of the building is underground, everything above us is collapsed and the only way in or out is hidden," she continued.

Conny had re-gossamered his left arm, and moved around the makeshift bed to get his right one, she was silent as she listened to her mother tell the stranger of what happened. She understood that he was her mother's friend, and that he had disappeared before she was born, but what she couldn't understand is why her mother was so emotional over him, she had never seen her this distraught whenever someone else was hurt, not even her father.

"Conny, can you go get some food for him, I'm sure he's starving," Abby said putting a hand on her shoulder. Conny nodded and swiftly left the room.

Connor watched as she left then waited a few seconds before asking the question currently on his mind, "How old is she?"

"Fifteen," Abby replied, "I worry about her every day… she reminds me so much of her father."

He hesitated at the last comment, "She looks just like you," he said softly. Slight pain tinged the spot where she finished wrapping the gossamer, he winced slightly.

"I'm sorry," she said retreating slightly.

"Its fine," he said, she still wouldn't look at him, and he couldn't stand it, she was torturing him by keeping him from doing the one thing he wanted to do... look in her beautiful blue eyes. He reached up to her chin and turned her to look at him, she didn't resist; they both smiled as their gazes met.

Conny walked around the corner and stood in the doorway, Abby looked away, "Thank you dear," she said clearing her throat and reaching up to move a wild piece of hair out of her face. Conny brought the tray of food she carried in, and handed it to her mother, then left not taking her eyes off Connor.

The plate of food was not even filled: a small dollop of chunky mashed potatoes, a piece of what looked like stale bread, and a single tiny piece of meat. He was going to ask why there wasn't more, but he felt like it would be rude to ask. Abby took the bent fork on the tray and scooped a bit of potato onto it, she held it up for him to open his mouth and ingest.