One Word

AN: Thank-you to Sweets And Charades for reviewing the last chapter.

There is quite a big time jump in this chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Primeval.

Day two, part two through to Day four, part one

America, 10:27am

"Who's Lester, anyway?"

Danny sighed before lowering the phone away from his ear yet again.

"How long were you listening?"

She merely shrugged, keeping her eyes on the road. He gave in an answered—

"My boss."

"I thought you lived in some prehistoric timeline."

He turned to her, a light scowl on his features.

"Fine, my boss before I fell through time."

This seemed to shut her up. She rubbed her left temple with her pointer finger and her grip loosened on the steering wheel.

"That still sounds really weird." She mumbled, staring ahead at the long line of traffic before them.

The two sat in silence for another few minutes until Danny became particularly bored and made to turn the radio up; anything would sound better than car horns and rushed but late people shouting. The sound of vibration stopped him and he grabbed the phone at his side. He hadn't noticed Alexa glancing over at the screen of the device.

"Mine." She stated quickly before plucking the mobile from his grip.

There was a pause as she answered the call—

"Hello?... Sir?... Why are you calling me?" Another pause before she stuttered, "I went to see my nephew, I assumed no one would be in today…," she swallowed after some time, "How many?" Another moment of silence, "I'll be there as soon as I can."

She hung up before passing the phone back to the man beside her. He took it as she abruptly turned back to the road, biting her bottom lip as she did. Danny notice how she had tensed. She brushed a shaky hand through her hair before taking a deep breath.

"Everything alright?" He asked.

She merely nodded, although she was clearly very flustered. He knew better than to keep questioning the subject.

"Look," she sniffed as she spoke, evidently upset about something, "If that number you found isn't picking up, why don't you find another one?" She paused as the traffic in front began to move a little, "I mean, surely the ARC has more than one number."

Danny scoffed, "it took me about three hours to find the first one."

"Actually," she retaliated, "It was only about an hour and a half. Don't exaggerate. Were you not friends with any of your workmates?"

"Yeah, of course I was."

"Well," she turned to him, giving him a slightly patronising glance, "The world may be falling apart, but face book still exists."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Laptop's in the back seat, look 'em up!"

He paused for a little moment, perhaps it would be easier. Why hadn't he thought of that?

An annoyed growl emanated from beside him.

"Move!"

Her outburst almost made him jump.

"Calm down. The traffic will ease."

"I need to get to work!" She was clearly in quite a bit of distress and, had he known her better, Danny would have inquired as to what had happened, she continued to rant—

"I should have gone in!"

"So, you're a little late-"

"A little late! Danny, I'm normally in by half seven!"

"Well look, you were busy. They'll understand."

She scoffed, "They won't." She seemed to think things through, "Why am I even talking to you? I should have called you in as soon as I found you! My boss should know about you!"

Danny froze. She wouldn't, would she? Surely she understood just how important it was that he got back to the team.

Silence filled the car as it, once again, began to roll forward slowly. After a hesitant minute or two, she spoke again; her voice was a little hoarse—

"Sorry." She mumbled sombrely, " I won't, by the way."

He smiled slightly; relieved.

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She dropped her keys into the bowl as Danny followed in behind her. The two entered into the living room in a slight hurry. Alexa was quick to kick off her boots and move over to the side of the room where a dark, mahogany chest of drawers stood. She knelt down in front of them as Danny made himself comfortable on the couch. He watched her rummage through the middle drawer until a triumphant "Ah-ha" was heard throughout the room.

She stood and turned, revealing that she was holding a small cardboard box. Danny frowned before she opened it and pulled out a small mobile phone.

"It's a little tatty but it means that you can give mine back." She gestured to the mobile in his hand, "Save mine and whatever numbers you have for the ARC on there. I'm going to get changed."

With that, she made her way past him and towards her bedroom.

Around ten minutes later, the blond made her way out of the bedroom. She now wore a light green pencil dress that came to just above the knees, a thin gold belt around her waist matched her heels. Her hair was now all pulled back in a ponytail.

A thin strand fell in her face as she leant forward to pick up her phone from beside the brit on the chair. Her heels sounded on the wooden floor as she made her way out, other than that, she stayed silent.

Before leaving the room, she turned; an unsure look plain on her face.

"You can trust me." Danny reasoned, "I'm not going anywhere."

She bit her lip, clearly not quite certain.

"Give me a couple of hours. I'll get you some clothes on my way back if I can."

Danny nodded, glancing down at the faded jeans, that were a little big, and the dark blue t shirt that he now wore.

She nodded, her hand no longer teetering on the door handle, and made her way out of the apartment.

Danny sighed and leant back in his seat. Grapping the remote control, he switched the television on; of course, on every channel was something to do with the recent anomaly situation. The death toll rising, scientists point of view, religious ideas, everything. He muted the program and, once again, began trawling through the internet in order to find some more numbers.

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Two days later, America, 06:56 pm

A rough knock at the door sounded. Danni looked up, intrigued. Alexa's voice sounded from the kitchen.

"Danny! Do not answer that!"

He scowled and slouched, once again, on the sofa. It was either that she was untrusting of him, or she was worried about the two of them being found out.

It took a little while, but she came out from the kitchen and made her way towards the front door. She brushed a strand of hair from her face as she made her way towards the door, the knocking sounded again, seeming more impatient.

"Alright!"

Alexa stepped forward and opened the door to come face to face with three large men. She immediately recognised one from work; he was part of the military area of the CIA. She froze and swallowed before shutting the door firmly on the three men. She quickly ran back into the living room; her survival instinct kicking in and began packing away the laptop at Danny's side.

"They know." Was all she stated as she placed the laptop in his hands.

Danny sprang into action, not taking too much of what was happening in. He did, however, hear the front door being pushed violently off of its hinges. He cringed before looking around for the blond; she was no longer in the room. He backed up quickly as the first man made his way into the room. It took him all of about three seconds to make his way into the bedroom, laptop in hand, and shut the door firmly behind him. He had never let Alexa know, but he feared that something like this would happen and so, he had packed up a few things two days previously. He grabbed the large rucksack from on top of the dark, wooden wardrobe just as the door was forced open. He swung quickly and managed to knock one man to the floor. He was, however, the shorter and probably lighter one of the two men that had followed Danny.

Carefully, but with speed, he placed the laptop on the end of the neatly made bed before swinging the bag again and hitting the man on his side. He stumbled but regained his footing easily and brought a swift punch to the other man's abdomen. Danny stumbled backwards; a worried cry escaped his lips—

"Alexa?"

Another punch landed, full force on his bottom jaw. The taste of copper quickly filled his mouth and he doubled over. Clearly this guy wasn't keen on giving up. Danni looked up as the man made to deliver another swift blow to his back. Thinking on his feet, he stood up straight and laded a harsh blow to the man's chin. At exactly the same time that a medium sized saucepan hit him on the back of the head. The man fell forward, landing with a dull thud on the wooden flooring. Danny glanced up; Alexa stood, saucepan in hand. Her face had glazed over like a porcelain doll. It was evident that something like this had never even crossed her mind.

There was a pause in the room as the two of them merely stared at the, now unconscious, men on the floor.

"Alexa?" He tried to pull her from her daze, "Alexa?"

She still stayed quiet.

"Alexa!"

She looked up as he continued—

"We need to leave."

Been a while. Sorry about that. I will try to update sooner next time.

'Till then!