Hello. So, I've managed to find time to write a quick chapter. Hope it's OK. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Next door's cat would eat it.
"Connor." Abby peeked around the door to the room which was serving as Connor's (temporary, he promised) bedroom.
Connor looked up from his magazine he was reading and responded with an extended 'yes'.
"Have you seen my white dress?" asked the blond. "The one I wore to that friend's party a couple of weeks back. Only I really need it again." Connor's eyes wandered to the ceiling in thought, but he shook his head slowly.
"No, don't think so."
"Oh. Not even when I asked you to do the laundry..."
"I did it!" exclaimed Connor defensively. Abby sighed.
"Yes. I know you did. The pile of admittedly very clean clothes still hasn't moved from the corner of the living room... I'd really appreciate it if you could sort that out at some point... But no dress? No?" Connor shook his head again.
"Maybe Rex took it," he suggested, only half jokingly. Abby let out a huff of frustration before leaving to search through her wardrobe. Again. Then onto Rex's little den he'd created.
Connor waited until he was sure she had gone and then leaned forward so he could delve behind the cushion he was sitting against. He tugged out the very crumple and now very pink dress and stared at it in thought. How could he get out of this one?
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