Home Again
Summary: In S3 E1, a Pristichampsus almost pulled Connor though the anomaly. This is my version of something that could happen if he did get pulled through. He's been gone for 3 years, but when he comes back it's only been 5 days. He's changed. But how? And how much? There a vote at the end of some chaps, please answer them to help me continue this story
Disclaimers: Don't own. If I did, I would have done this on the TV show. Only writing this for fun
*Warnings: Gore. Bad language, maybe. Ends on a cliff-hanger, again, I just love doing that. Possible future slash of Connor/Becker.
**A/N: The OC (Tarya)'s name is said Tar-e-a. The name 'Namir' is said Na-m-ear. Sorry it took me quite a long time to update, I just posted up a new fic (Alice/Primeval) which I had to post while I had the inspiration, but then I got this idea. It's quite weird in the beginning, but I'm just going will it. Shunters.
Waking
Connor was drifting. Drifting endlessly through a black void of nothingness. He was content. He was happy and at peace with everything. Nothing hurt. Nothing tore at his insides. Nothing screamed at him to get out. There was...nothing. It relaxed him.
Suddenly there was a spec of light in the darkness. It got closer and closer, until all Connor could see was white. And then the light dissipated into his surroundings.
He was standing, bare foot, on a soft grass meadow. The meadow was on the edge of a cliff. The cliff overlooked a crystal blue ocean. A great stone dragon stood in the ocean, crystal water pouring from its mouth. A soft grass island rose up from near the centre of the ocean, a stone bridge leading to it.
Connor walked across the bridge and onto the island. On the island sat a fox.
"Hey, I'm Fred," the fox said.
"Um, 'ello, Fred, I'm Connor," somehow a talking fox didn't surprise him.
"I know who ya are," the fox said.
"Right. Where are we?" Connor asked.
"Believe it or not we're in your head," a posh voice said. Connor looked to his left and discovered it was a small pig. A pig with a moustache, top hat and a monocle.
"What?" Connor asked the pig.
"Don't ask," the fox replied.
"I'm Colin," said the pig.
"Colin?" asked Connor.
"Yes?" asked the pig.
"Right. Ok..." Connor said. He looked out across the ocean and towards the shore. He noticed a group of people washing ashore, "who are they?"
"We all swim in different oceans, but land on the same shore," Fred replied.
"And, what's that supposed to mean?" Connor asked.
"It's a metaphor, but here it's real. Let's try another; if life is just a highway, your soul a car, it isn't the journey that counts," the fox responded.
"So, it doesn't matter what we do in life, we all end up in the same place," Connor deduced.
"Exactly," the fox replied.
"Is this that place?" the man asked.
"Yes. And no," the pig replied.
"That doesn't make sense. How can it be something but not?" Connor asked.
"Simply. It is what it is, but it isn't what is," Fred said, clearly pronouncing each word.
"What?" the amber-eyed man asked.
"It is what it is, but it isn't what is," Colin repeated.
"I heard what he said," Connor told the pig, "but what does it mean?"
"What does what mean?" Colin asked.
"What he said," the man clarified.
"What who said?" the pig asked.
"What Fred said," Connor was getting annoyed.
"What did Fred say?" The posh pig asked. He was clearly enjoying this.
"As amusing as this is, we must be getting on. It simply means that this place is what it is, but it isn't what actually is," Fred responded.
"So it's a replica?" Connor checked.
"It could be. But it's not," Fred answered.
"Have I gone mad?" Connor asked.
"I'm afraid so. You are entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret," Colin told him, "all the best people are."
"Madness is not a state of mind, Connor," Fred began, "madness is a place. Let's go there. Shall we?"
"What?" Connor asked.
"No time to explain," the fox said as he moved towards the edge of the island. A stone staircase slowly started to appear, piece by piece, leading to the shore. Fred and Colin walked off the edge and began to walk through air on cloud like mist, "we must be getting on."
Connor chose to take the stairs, "alright," Connor sighed.
"So why am I here?" Connor asked when only a quarter down the massive staircase.
"The universe doesn't like peas mixed with its porridge," Colin told the man as he floated past the man's head.
"And, what does that mean?" Connor asked.
"You're scattered, Connor," Fred began, floating in front of the man's head, "you've been through too many temporal rifts in too short a time," a misty image of Connor in ancient Egypt appeared by the fox, "first ancient Egypt, then The Future," the image changed to suit what the fox said, "then the Triassic, followed by the Cretaceous, and back to where you belong in the 21st Century. The Anomalies, what you saw, and did, there, had an effect on your fragile human mind."
"But Helen went through," Connor told the fox.
"And you think she's sane?" Fred asked.
"Good point," Connor nodded, "so I'm here to, what, fix myself?"
"Now you're getting it," Colin replied.
Connor continued down the stairs. A while later, the man and the animals reached the end of the staircase on the beach. The amber-eyed man stepped onto the beach and the stone staircase crumbled and fell as sand into the sea. Connor walked up to one of the people washed ashore, and crouched down.
"Don't bother. They're perfectly fine, and even if they weren't, we're in your head they're not real," Colin told the man.
Connor stood and walked towards a moss covered staircase hidden in the trees. He walked up the stairs, the fox and the pig floating up beside him. The staircase was carved out of a great mountain, moss covering the stairs and vines dangling around them. The trio reached the top of the winding stairs, moving onto the jungle grass of the mountain. They looked out across and into the circle of mountains. In the centre stood a great, white city. Knight like buildings were scattered around the place and a castle rose out of the ground. Some of the buildings were in ruins, while some had started to rot or crumble.
"My mind is in ruins," Connor breathed.
"Quite," Colin agreed.
"What do I do to fix this?" Connor asked.
"Why ask 'what', when the delicious question is 'when'?" Colin replied.
"So, when am I going to fix this?" the man asked.
"Hmmm, that is a good question," the posh pig said.
"Why not start now?" Fred told Connor.
Connor was drifting. Drifting endlessly through a black void of nothingness. He was content. He was happy and at peace with everything. Nothing hurt. Nothing tore at his insides. Nothing screamed at him to get out. There was...nothing. It relaxed him.
But as Connor listened, he heard an infuriating beeping. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. What was making that sound? As he listened closer, Connor could hear a dripping. Beep, drip. Beep, drip. Beep, drip. Beep, drip. That's a strange combo. He listened closer and could hear a tapping, like footsteps. Beep, drip tap, tap. Beep, drip tap, tap. Beep, drip tap, tap. Beep, drip tap, tap. Weird. He listened closer, a clicking. Beep click drip tap, tap click. Beep click drip tap, tap click. Beep click drip tap, tap click. Beep click drip tap, tap click. Kind of musical. The more he heard, the more sounds he added. Beep inhale click exhale drip inhale tap, tap click exhale. Beep inhale buzz click exhale buzz drip inhale buzz tap, tap click exhale buzz.
As the music went on, Connor felt the need to open his eyes. So he did. Beep inhale buzz click exhale, open eyes. The man was met by a blinding white light.
"Connor?" he heard. 'Becker' Connor thought.
"Beep inhale buzz click exhale buzz drip inhale buzz tap, tap click exhale buzz," Connor replied, exactly in time to the noises.
"What?" the captain asked.
"It's the sounds of the hospital bay. Beep - heart monitor. Inhale - visitor breathing. Buzz - lights. Click - typing. Exhale - breathing. Drip - saline bag. Tap - footstep," Connor elaborated.
"You can hear all that?" Becker asked.
"Yep," Connor replied.
Becker grabbed the remote to the bed and sat Connor's bed up.
"Thanks," the man said.
The door opened and Dr. Pawley walked in, "good to see you're awake."
"Well, I'm here to please," Connor smiled a bit. The trio laughed.
"Do you know why he collapsed yet?" Becker asked after they stopped laughing.
"Yes. It was a mix of blood loss, from ripping his stitches open, and dehydration," the doctor told the pair.
"That would explain why me back was wet," Connor told Becker.
"Yeah. After I brought you to the medical bay, I found out it was blood on my hands, not sweat," the captain told his friend.
"Sorry," Connor said.
"For what?" the soldier asked.
"Shouting at you for no good reason. Not staying in contact. Bleeding on you. Everything," the Yorkshire man said.
Becker smiled and laughed, "it's ok."
"Oh, the blood results are back," the doctor began, reading the results from a sheet, "there's no infectious diseases or parasites. However, there was an increase in the level of Selenium and...paraffin."
Connor raised his eyebrows, "paraffin? As in the flammable liquid or wax?"
"The very same," Dr. Pawley continued, "the paraffin reacts slightly with some components in your blood, which is relatively harmless, it just makes your blood hotter than average. Also, paraffin bonds with glucose, which gets carried all around your bloodstream, the same with oxygen, this basically means that you're on a permanent sugar/oxygen high. Which means less food intake needed, and more energy. Selenium has cancer and AIDS preventing properties, selenium is also poisonous in high quantities but it shouldn't harm you as much as it would harm us, the down side to this is low iron. This leads to aggression, also the low iron would cause cravings for iron, which may include...blood."
"Right," Connor replied, taking the information in. 'Makes sense, Bloodlust and all' Connor thought. He said, "that makes sense."
"Also, while you were out, we got an MRI and X-Ray on you. We got the results back just now. About 20% of your body is scar tissue and there's at least 13 fractures or brakes that never properly healed," the doctor told her patient.
Connor thought for a moment, "yep," he popped the 'p', "that seems about right."
"Have you...have you ever craved blood," Sam asked.
Connor swallowed and looked down, "is there anything you can do about it?" he asked.
"I think so. We can try various iron supplements; injections, pills etcetera," Dr. Pawley replied.
"Cool. Will that work? Would there be any side effects?" the Yorkshire man asked.
"I'm fairly confident it'll work. As for side effects, there could be, but it's not likely," the doctor confirmed.
"Super cool. Any idea when we can try this?" Connor asked.
"I'd say later today, possibly tomorrow," the blonde replied.
The Anomaly alarm sounded and Connor jumped out of bed, "Becks, let's go," he moved towards the exit.
Becker looked for confirmation from Dr. Pawley, "it's fine," the doctor said.
The captain grabbed his gun from the bedside table and ran out of the bay with Connor. The pair ran into the hub and Connor ran up to the ADD.
The amber-eyed man began to type on the machine. He stopped typing and swallowed.
"Where is it?" Becker asked.
"It's in the ARC," he replied.
In case people weren't sure what happened at the end of the last chapter, Connor ripped his stitches while doing pull ups and collapsed due to blood loss mixed with mild dehydration.
Please let me know if you have any ideas, I need them.
Thanks,
Shunters