Once again, I do not own Primeval.

Top Ten Idiosyncrasies of a Primeval Fangirl:

10. The password on your computer is GYOB-ORX

9. In Math class, when you see the number 333 you smile and the number 3.3 you cry. In English when you're reading Julius Caesar and you talk about the oft-used number 3, you think of…well, you know.

8. Conby, Claudutter, Secker, and Stelen have become parts of your daily vocabulary. Or countless other words, if you're a slash fan.

(More on the way)

Chapter 6

The soldier busted their door down without much difficulty. Connor and Abby were in the bathroom of the room, praying that Danny and Becker were also hiding. Abby turned to the towel racks and tried to yank one of the rods out.

"Help, quick!" she hissed at Connor furiously. Connor instantly reached a hand up to the rod and tugged on it; with his and Abby's weights throwing back from it the rack broke. Abby snatched up two of the rods that made the towel rack and Connor grabbed up the other two just as the door opened.

Abby lurched forward first, snapping the rod in her right hand down upon the first soldier's head. He fell but landed on his knees, still blocking the way to escape. As he held his hands up to his bleeding skull another soldier found his way through. He caught Abby's rod as it was coming down and yanked it away from her, and in that motion blocked Connor's rod with Abby's. He moved forward and grabbed Connor's rod, holding one in each hand.

"Come quietly or I get violent," he snarled, a smile creeping across his face as he used one of the rods to push a strand of hair from Abby's eyes. "I'd hate to harm a hair on your girlfriend's pretty little head, Temple."

Abby didn't bother pointing out that she was not Connor's girlfriend. "You're from the ARC," Connor said in surprise. The soldier nodded.

"You think Hart doesn't plan ahead, Temple? Most of the ARC soldiers are his."

Connor glanced at Abby protectively as the soldier poked her neck with the rod. "Don't think I can't get creative, Temple," the soldier sneered, his eyes running over Abby's form hungrily.

"No!" Connor exclaimed. "We'll go, alright? Just don't hurt Abby."

Abby looked up at Connor as he took a step closer to her and grabbed the rod held at her neck, pushing it away. The soldier grimaced as the other one got to his feet.

"Fine," he shrugged, dropping the rods and instead placing a hand on his waist where his gun lay. "Come on."

***

They were piled into the back of an armored truck along with Becker and Danny; Connor kept a protective hand on Abby's waist the entire time. They were silent. It wasn't long before the truck lurched to a final stop and the door was lifted open. The four looked up at the soldiers waiting for them tiredly. They were defeated.

"Come on," the lead soldier--the soldier who had threatened Abby--growled. He and most of his men held guns on them; four others held a black bag in one hand and handcuffs in the other. They submitted in exhaustion to being cuffed and bags placed on their heads, tied too tightly around their necks. They were then shoved forward with guns in their backs.

Connor started when Abby squeaked in stifled pain. "Abby?" he called, turning in the direction she was in until the gun jabbed him in the side.

"Never mind, Connor," Abby said quietly. "Keep going."

***

Sarah moved closer towards Lester, her sympathy beginning to surface over the anger she was feeling.

"What's your family like?" she asked, leaning in towards him. For a moment Lester's defenses were down and he closed his eyes, looking away in shame as she supposed a tear was falling. For that moment he was less of Lester, the boss they had grown to disdain, and more a member of the team. He raised a hand to his eye, confirming her suspicion, and lowered it, turning to face her.

"My wife's name is Jade," he said in a crackling voice. "She's beautiful, intelligent, strong…" He bit his lip. "Sometimes I'm not sure if I deserve her. And my daughters--Angeline is fourteen, and she's a veritable genius. Vanessa is six, and if she's going to be half as smart as her sister she'll be brilliant. They both look so much like their mother, with their yellow hair and their green eyes."

Sarah saw tears in the man's eyes but he did not wipe them away. She watched him bite his lip and turn away again. She leaned over to him again, eyes full of compassion. "We'll get them back, James."

It was a bold thing, calling him by his first name. Any other time she would've probably been rebuked. Now, Lester's eyes softened and he offered her a slight, hopeful smile. Sarah sighed, glad that someone had a little optimism. She leaned her head backwards and it came to rest on Lester's shoulder.