AN: Finally! ^^' chapter 7 of this fic :v Sorry for the wait... and huh, wow, looks like this story will now be 11 chapters long insteadof 8. Because there's no way I can wrap everything up in one chapter. ^^'' Not if you all want a Conby kiss/ for the two of them to get their acts together! XD Anyways, hope this chapter lives up to expectations, and hope you enjoy. Thank you for all the reviews! I love reading your reactions ;D
Abby awoke the next morning up to find herself comfortably entwined with Connor on the sofa. He was still fast asleep, breathing quietly and peacefully - she always woke up earlier than him, anyway - and she found herself watching him sleep. As constantly animated as he was when awake, there was something fascinating about how still he was when asleep, in contrast. She moved just far enough to be able to see his face better. Waking up like this, with Connor, it was more comfortable than she could've imagined... It felt right, somehow. (Because, she told herself, it was still platonic... right?) She was still too sleep-muddled to really give her thoughts too much mind. Connor was, among men, not only handsome but also beautiful, with startlingly long lashes and cupid's bow lips, and the gentle smile on his face in his slumber made her wonder what he was dreaming about.
After a few minutes, she untangled herself, getting up and sleepily making her way to the kitchen. She put the kettle on, and then wandered into her room to change (she'd still been wearing her clothes from the day before when she'd tried to go to sleep in her own bed, and then slept on the couch with Connor). halfway through getting dressed, Abby finally woke up the rest of the way, and she hurried through getting the rest of her clothes on so she could run out and check her phone.
There were two text messages, one from Sarah and one from Danny. Danny's said that he and Becker had shored up all holes in security and that the Captain had set up observation on the flat, just in case Helen decided to come knocking. Sarah's message frustrated Abby: They were making progress, but hadn't found a cure yet. Abby wanted to do something useful; she wanted to help reverse what Helen'd done to Connor, but she couldn't, not really. Not that she really minded taking care of Connor, and spending time with him wasn't a hardship, but she had a case of cabin fever already, and not being able to help...
She couldn't even go to the store, or take a walk, because she wasn't going to leave Connor alone, and she had a feeling taking him with her would be a horrible idea.
Abby also knew that if she was having a hard time, even feral as he was, Connor would probably have a worse time of it, once he woke up. Sitting idle didn't fit either of them well, at all. She could hear Connor waking up in the other room, as the kettle started to boil.
Abby was relieved that Connor's mind had retained the knowledge of dressing himself in spite of whatever Helen had done to him, and Abby was both thankful and also - she secretly admitted to herself - somewhat disappointed that she didn't have to help him, at least with his shirts... She shook her head to expel the thought, pouring cereal into her bowl in the kitchen.
After breakfast, Abby could tell that Connor was bored, and she racked her brain for something to do. She usually went to Yoga while Connor played video games, but she was pretty sure that he couldn't play any of them right now, and if she went to yoga, she'd probably spend the entire time worrying. Abby turned on the radio, putting the volume up when a favorite of the both of them came on. Connor's eyes were bright and he was bouncing in his seat when she turned around, and she laughed.
She ended up dancing around the kitchen singing at the top of her lungs while Connor attempted to hum loudly along, dancing as well. Ten minutes later and the music was blasting, windows flung open to let the brisk morning air in, and Abby was collapsed in giggles while Connor looked bewildered. She got control of herself in time for the music to change, and a slower song started playing. Abby stared at Connor for a moment before she slipped past him to turn the radio off, chuckling awkwardly.
"That was fun. Why don't we ever do things like that normally, Conn?" She asked, knowing she wouldn't get and answer. He purred, and pulled her into a hug. She returned it, but cleared her throat after a moment. "Erm, Conn..." He let go, gaze apologetic "It's alright." She told him, stepping away. The sun was shining, and it was warm out, and Abby and Connor ended up sitting outside on the front steps of the flat, people-watching. Abby kept checking her phone, and Connor had his head on her shoulder.
Location: Unknown
Helen smirked. The soldier boy and wild-card copper really thought they had everything patched, didn't they? She chuckled. They were just lucky she was fine with observing. And that there wasn't due another anomaly in the location of the ARC for five years or so from now. Her plan had had some unintended results, but the main one was good enough. She'd slowed their progress, and she truly didn't think they would find a way to reverse what she'd done. Maybe, if she was lucky, they would try to bargain with her! That could be a bit of fun... And as much as she could say she didn't really care about the internal workings of the ARC, the blondie and her ex husband's little prodigy really needed some sort of push. Maybe they'd get together, and then she could have some fun messing with their emotions again at some later point. People in love tended to react in unexpected ways to some of her ideas... Not that they were terribly important, not like stopping the destruction of the world by human beings was. She would concentrate on that. She still had yet to figure out what the artefact really did. Too bad she hadn't had time to steal it back when she'd been in the ARC, but that anomaly wouldn't have stayed open much longer anyway.
She hummed as she turned and walked away.
"Okay, I'm bored out of my mind. Let's walk to the ARC, 'n see how they're doing, yeah? Maybe you can hang around the menagerie with me?" Abby suggested suddenly, taking Connor's hand and standing up. He immediately got to his feet as well, purring. Abby chuckled. "I should probably warn the guys, but I kind of want to see what'll happen." Abby admitted, snickering. "Let me just get my bag and the detectors and lock the door, 'n we'll be off."
Connor followed her back inside, and when she emerged from her room, she found him sitting on the counter top, swinging his legs. Abby rolled her eyes, shutting the windows they'd thrown open earlier.
"Oi, off the counter, Conn!" He turned wide eyes on her, and dutifully did as she said, following her eagerly as they left the flat.
"I hope this isn't the worst idea of the century, Conn." Abby muttered. Twining her fingers with his wasn't even a conscious thought, as she'd gotten so used to and comfortable with the action. His hands were clad, as ever, in his black fingerless gloves. She wondered for the hundredth or so time why he wore them near-constantly. She had to focus again, though, because they hadn't walked to work in a while, and she didn't fancy getting lost in her own neighborhood with a feral Connor, or at all, really.
