Once again, I don't own Primeval. Darn.
Chapter 2
Two weeks had passed for the Primeval team, two weeks of getting used to the time zone as they suffered jet lag. Danny had complained at first that they were wasting time, but even he couldn't deny that their clocks were off.
Now, after two weeks of grimacing as they woke after only a few hours of sleep, Connor, Abby, Sarah, and Danny stood waiting outside their hotel room. Becker had left to rent a car, after a heated discussion that ended when Danny said, "Because I'm in charge." Connor smirked when Becker walked away like a dog with its tail between its legs, off to hail a taxi.
A car pulled up--Danny rolled his eyes. A beige sedan. Becker stepped out of the driver's seat, smiling as though daring Danny to comment.
"Nice and discreet," he said when Danny was silent.
"When? Going to play bingo with the other grandparents?"
Becker allowed his smirk to reach his eyes. "You'd know all about that, Danny?"
Sarah and Abby stifled chuckles; Connor laughed openly until Danny silenced him with a look. "Keys."
Becker handed them over grudgingly, though he still wore the smirk.
Countless hours and several silent-treatments later, they had arrived in Philadelphia. Sarah and Abby, despite being kept awake by the bickering of the boys, were wide-eyed and excited to see the lights of Philadelphia. They pointed excitedly as they saw Benjamin Franklin's statue, and the boys shared a smirk, amused that they were so fascinated by the American history.
They stopped at a hotel room to drop their stuff and sleep the night. Sarah and Abby couldn't sleep however, so they sat across from one another, talking.
"We should see the Franklin Institute tomorrow," Sarah suggested. "I saw a flyer for it. There's so much science, and all sorts of stuff--I know most of it's for kids, but it looks fun."
Abby smiled. "Connor would love it."
On hearing Connor mentioned, Sarah pursed her lips and leaned forward, setting her elbows on her knees and her chin on her knuckles. "Connor," she said, her eyes devious.
Abby bit her lip. "Sarah, can you keep a secret?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes widening to innocent saucers as she urged Abby to go on.
Abby looked away. "Sarah, you know…I told you about the mer-creature incident."
"Yes. And the incident after that future anomaly."
Abby glanced up with a tired look. Sarah fell silent. "Yeah, Sarah. And--I know you'll ask--nothing happened in the Cretaceous. Nothing." She gave Sarah an angry look, and her friend said nothing, so she continued. "Nothing. But--anyway, ever since all of that, I've been waiting for him to go on, to do something more…"
"He's only male, Abby," Sarah sighed, shaking her head. "And he's Connor. You know him better than anyone."
"But I'm sick of this, Sarah." She gritted her teeth, forcing the tears down. "It's an emotional roller coaster, sometimes he's on and sometimes he's not. I want him to make up his mind already."
Sarah sighed. "Look, Abby," she sighed. "I know Connor cares about you more than anything in the world. I bet he'll come around--wear that dress I bought you, Abby."
Abby looked from Sarah to their bags, where the small, bright dress lurked at the bottom. It was too long to be a shirt but that was it. She glanced back to Sarah, who gave her a slight smile.
"He won't be able to resist, Abby," she said encouragingly. She crossed the room and dug it from Abby's bags, setting it on the table before her.
"Maybe we can hold off going to the museum. Maybe we could all go on a picnic."
Abby raised her eyebrows with interest at that suggestion. Sarah smiled; her work here was done.
Okay, that's all for now. Remember, review. I mean it. Or I will send my Coelosauravus to get you.