Time Twister; Redux
See Chapter 1 for Disclaimers and all.
Spoilers; Minor for the opening of Season 3, but I feel an alternate take coming on, mainly because although I love dinosaurs I'm too lazy to do research so I'm going to go for the thriller element. I hope I hit it. Enjoy.
A/N; Thanks to all of those readers who have enjoyed this series, and especially those who have taken the time to review. I hope that I managed to reply to you all; if not, my apologies and I'll try to to better in the future... or should that be the past?
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The headstone was the final straw. If it had been left to Lester Stephen's grave would have been unmarked, anywhere. But neither Cutter, nor Temple, nor Maitland, or even Lewis when it came down to it, would contemplate that travesty. So, there was a grave, even if it was mostly empty. There hadn't been much to recover after...
Cutter massaged his neck, more in hope that it would help, rather than any belief it would soothe him.
No. Stephen was gone. And Helen had killed him. Yes, she had.
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Nick Cutter lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
It was an ordinary ceiling, painted white, in an ordinary room, painted magnolia (magnolia!), in an ordinary house, in an ordinary street...
Cutter squirmed onto his side and looked out the window...
Ordinary road, ordinary trees, ordinary suburb...
Outside, well, outside was different...
The phone rang shrilly...
"Cutter. Yes. I'm on my way."
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The British Museum!
Home to so many artefacts and stories, and nightmares, not just Connor's either. Cutter had his own nightmares about Egyptian Mummies rising; the Royal Scottish Museum in Chamber Street was just as capable of scaring the punters as the London equivalent; but now he had confirmation.
How arrogant they had been. They, he, had assumed one way traffic; even after the future-creature, even after Ms Brown had become Ms Lewis, he still had not made the connection.
The anomalies linked from the prehistoric past to...
... all times in their future.
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The boy was scared, no doubt about that, but he kept telling himself to be brave, to be strong, just like his dad; to be, what was the word? Invincible. And as the moon set and the woods got quieter and louder at the same time, Stevie Hart hunkered down against the tree and wished for someone, anyone to find him.
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TBC