A/N: please R&R. I don't own any characters from Primeval - or anything else :(... enjoy


Connor didn't know what to do. He hadn't met Helen in this world – or since she had shot Cutter. He felt like he was looking through a tunnel at the room he was standing in, hardly hearing what was going on around him.

"What are you doing here, Helen?" asked Nick.

"I hear one of your friends have gone mad." She said, looking at Connor. Connor felt his being slowly being overcome with anger. He tried to control himself as he looked into her face. She wasn't aware of why he hated her so much. But Connor knew what she was capable of. She had killed him. Even though he was alive, she had killed him! He felt the anger course through his body and gritted his teeth.

"I'm not crazy." He said angrily. "All I've said is true." Helen seemed to think she had struck a nerve. She didn't know the real reason that Connor hated her more than he had the last time she'd seen him. She found it slightly unnerving. Nick seemed to notice that Connor was more angry than it seemed appropriate, and he wasn't exactly sure why, but he guessed it had something to do with something that had happened in the other reality. He slowly looked at Connor, but Connor could contain himself no longer. He flew at her.

"You bitch." He swore at her. "You didn't even care. You just left him there! You just left him! And he went to save you. You—" Connor felt strong arms pulling him back. Cutter had gripped him around the waist and was pulling him away from his wife.

"Connor!" he yelled at him. "Go into the other room, I will talk to you later." Connor cast another evil look at Helen and saw her looking at him in shock.

"He is mad!" I haven't done anything." She looked at Nick, confused. "What did I do?"

"Shut up Helen. I don't know what you're doing here and why I even bother with you. I think you should leave, you don't live here anymore. Leave. NOW!" Helen looked at him.

"Okay, I'm going. Your both mad! You're losing your mind Nick. You're crazy. I don't even want to be here." And with that, she turned on her heel and strode out of the door. Nick turned to Connor.

"Would you mind telling me why you're attacking my wife?" he asked, ice in his voice. "I know she's evil and horrible, but she was unarmed." Connor shook his head at him.

"You don't understand. I know what she's capable of. She should die." Nick stared at him.

"What did she do to you?" he asked curiously. "What could she possibly have done that's so evil you want to punch her to death?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Stated Connor. "I'm going to bed." Nick shook his head.

"Connor! Talk to me. What has she done?"

"She-." Connor began. "It's her fault Stephen died in that room. You know that!" he hung his head.

"That's not all, is it?" Nick pushed him.

"Well." Connor didn't look him in the eye.

"Tell me Connor!"

"She killed you, okay." Connor shouted at him. Nick froze. "There was a fire, she set off a bomb in the ARC. We managed to escape – but you went back for her. You didn't come back out. I went in to find you and..." a solitary tear leaked out of Connor's eye. "She had shot you in the chest. I don't know why she did it, I think only you did. You gave me the artefact, and told me..." he broke off. "You said it was up to me now." Nick's mouth was hanging open. "I saw you die. I took you out. Jenny left soon after – she couldn't take it. You died in my arms and when I saw you." Connor was crying openly now, his face wet with tears from all the emotions he had and still felt. "It was like you'd come back from the dead. You don't know how I felt. It was happy and sad all at the same time." Connor stopped, he couldn't go on.

"So that's why you hate her." Nick's voice came quietly, calmly. Connor nodded, wiping his eyes.

"Sorry." He said. Nick went over to him and patted his shoulder. "Can I go to bed now?" asked Connor, trying for a watery grin. Nick nodded and pointed him to the spare room. Connor traipsed off to bed.

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He was stumbling through a fire, shouting Cutter's name. He came across him, trying to prop himself up. Connor made his way slowly over to him, kneeling beside him.

"I'm gonna get you out." He tried to pull him to his feet, but it hurt Nick too much.

"Don't do that." Nick told him.

"Sorry." Connor told him.

"It's okay." Whispered Nick. "Just sit with me."

"Alright." Connor promised. "Okay." And he sat down next to him. He felt terrible listening to the sounds of pain next to him.

"Listen." Nick told him, and handed him the Artefact. "This matters. I don't know why, but it does. So you have to find out what it means, okay?"

"Okay." Connor promised him.

"It's on you now." Nick told him. Connor shook his head.

"No." He told the other man. "No, we can do this together. We've always don't it together." He said, his voice cracking.

"Not this time." Nick said, sinking down the wall. He rested his head on Connor's shoulder. "Tell Claudia Brown... Never mind. It doesn't matter." And Connor rested his head on his friend's head and wept.