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Dear Son.

Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval or its characters.

This is set between series 3 and 4. Whilst Connor and Abby have been lost in the Cretaceous.

Dedicated to all Sons out there. You have a mother somewhere and I'm sure she'll be proud of you.

Diane Temple was kept in hospital for a few days, her blood sugar level having reached normal levels. She was told to stick to her rigorous diet and to keep exercising.

She moaned as Connor came to see her.

"The doctors want me to keep exercising. Can you imagine that? Me at the gym?"

"No mam, not that kind of exercising – he means to keep active. Not just sit around all day." Connor laughed.

Diane was happy that Connor's boss had been kind enough to let them stay for a few days. She had been pleased to see and meet Abby and now they could talk properly. She sent Connor out to mow the grass in the yard whilst she sat down with Abby. She knew that they had met at work but she couldn't understand why they were being so evasive about where they worked.

Abby brought her a cup of tea and sat down with her. Looking around she spotted a violin sitting in a display case in the corner of the dining room.

"Wow! What a beautiful violin, who does it belong to?" Abby turned to look at Diane who was gazing out of the window watching Connor.

Diane turned around.

"Oh, that? That was Connor's. He used to play so beautifully. I don't think he's played since he left for university."

Abby gaped. She could not believe that Connor used to play an instrument.

"Was he any good?"

"Good...? They asked him to play at the Octagon in Bolton once. He played so well. It's a shame he gave up." Diane stood up and hobbled to a display unit. She reached in a pulled out a photograph album.

"Well that's the grass done, anything..." Connor came in wiping his hands on his jeans. He saw his mum with the dreaded pictures, the ones of him as a little boy. His heart sank, oh why did she always pull out that album when he brought a girl around. Those pictures were so embarrassing, what would Abby think when she saw them?

"Mam do you have to? You always pull that out when my girlfriend comes around!" he whinged.

"It's ok Diane... I didn't want to see them anyway." Connor watched as Abby looked down at the floor. He could tell that she had really wanted to see those pictures, and she looked quite hurt. He in turn felt bad, because he'd shouted at his mum, he could never understand why she loved those pictures, they were only silly pictures anyway, but the look on Abby's face broke his heart.

He went over behind his mum as she replaced the album. Reaching across he pulled it back down, and gave it to his mum. Looking up at Abby, he spoke.

"Please don't think too badly of me when you see them." It made his heart soar to see her smile.

They sat down at the sofa together Abby sat in the middle whilst Diane and Connor sat either side. She smiled and leaned against Connor as she perused the album. She came across a photograph of Connor with a violin in his hand, and she looked at him curiously.

"Why did you never tell me that you could play the violin?"

"You never asked."

"Will you play for me now?"

Connor looked into Abby's sparkling eyes, they spoke in a way that he had never understood before, and he melted into a puddle on the floor.

He stood and walked over to the display cabinet once again. He carefully took the violin out of the case and he began to play. It took him a moment to tune the violin properly. It had been ages since this particular instrument had been played and the strings needed adjusting.

The tune he played took Abby's breath away. The melody was blissful, sweet and she knew that he had probably played this tune a thousand times before, for he played beautifully without any sheet music to read from, without any accompaniment and her heart soared as free as a bird as he played.

The tempo was fast, slow, fast again, racing ahead taking her on a journey that she could only see in her mind, the sound filled the room and she felt as if she were dreaming.

He played for a whole hour, each melody as sweet and as consuming as the next, each played with a tempo and a rhythm that could only be matched by a professional performer.

Meawhile Connor was taking a journey of his own, he was lost in he music he played, each note, each sound as meaningful as the next, and in his mind the music spoke a language of its own ... the language of love. Images of Abby tumbled through his mind like a video, made by his visions of her. At the end Connor slowly opened his eyes, unaware that he had played for so long, he blinked at Abby who smiled at him. She clapped politely and stood up.

"That was lovely, thank you." She leaned up to Connor and kissed him, gently on the lips.

"Ahh, the two of you look so wonderful together, almost as if you were made for each other. I wish I had a camera to capture this moment." Diane sniffed, happy tears rolling down her face.

Connor smiled and pulled out his smart phone, taking time to click the camera he passed it to his mum.

"Snap away," he smiled, when he saw the twinkle in Abby's eyes. He loved the look in her eyes, the ones that spoke volumes about how much she loved him.

Diane snapped away taking many pictures of Abby and Connor, and then Connor took a few pictures of his mum and Abby standing together.

"Oh I wish we could have a photograph of us all together," Diane muttered wistfully.

"Oh but we can," Connor tapped the screen and the camera now faced him. He and Abby stood either side and Connor took some more pictures.

All too soon it was time for Connor to leave home with Abby and travel back to London. This time he promised to call, promised to write, and Diane insisted that she was to be told the minute they decided to get married.

A week later Diane was opening the morning post and she saw one envelope with unfamiliar writing. She opened it carefully and then smiled when a few pictures fell out. She smiled at Abby's letter, the pictures that she had printed out to put into her album, and wondered what was taking Connor so long in proposing to the girl. She sighed as she put the pictures into her collection. Hopefully it would not take him too much longer.

Dedicated to Doctor98614!