Title: the Lady of Morefield Commons
Author: Pinkcat 4569
Rating:T
Description: the team is sent to Morefield Commons, a place with a long reputation of being haunted. Becker sees something strange...
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval or the characters, this is for fun, spooky fun!
Author's Note: I made up a name that sounded like a countryside British resort. I am an American and have never been to Britian, so if you Brits have any suggestions, I'd be happy to hear them.
I haven't seen the series 3 episode with the spooky house and the first mention of Danny's brother in a while, so this may contradict some of Connor's views on the supernatural given in the show. Also, I do not have a scientific mind at all, so the theories in the last chapter may be stupid.
Chapter Three
They could find no other signs of incursion. The anomaly was still unstable. Matt really didn't want to leave it, but there was nothing they could do. It was too weak to close, and when it did stablize it was for mere seconds. It was impossible to lock it.
Jess kept it monitored, informing the next shift that it was a priority. As soon as it was strong again, they had to close it.
"I'll stay sir," said Carlson. "If the anomaly does open I can close it."
"It is a long way out here," said Matt. "We might miss the next open anomaly it we don't leave someone here."
Becker walked up to Carlson. "What's going on Carly?" he asked. His tone was a little harsh. He didn't like how he felt. He didn't understand things he'd seen and heard. His practical mind was struggling to make sense of it all, and he was frustrated.
"I don't know sir," said Carlson. He stared his commander in the face. Then he sighed. "I can tell sir, you're confused too, by this place. So am I, believe me, this is the last place I want to be, but I think I'm tired of not having any answers."
Becker chuckled. "Me too. Ok, Carly, you can stay, but not alone. This place is too...weird to stay alone."
Carlson let out a relieved sigh. "I'd appreciate some company."
"I'll stay," said Connor. "Please, please let me stay. What a chance this is! We've seen a ghost people, a real, live, actual ghost! Aren't you excited?"
Abby, Becker, and Carlson looked at him like he was bonkers.
"I'm sure there's another, more reasonable explanation," said Matt.
Connor rolled his eyes. "You're no fun. Ooh, does anyone have a video camera? We could do like a documentary, "the Morefield Lady: fact or fiction?" He smiled crazily.
Carlson looked slightly scared at Becker, "Don't you want to stay too sir?"
Becker chuckled. "Don't know which one is scarier: the ghost or Temple, right?"
Connor sneered at him, and Abby kissed Connor goodbye.
Connor and Carlson were left alone, stranded at Morefield Commons.
"You left them there? I can't believe you just left them there," said an upset Jess. She was following behind Becker, leaving a click-click sound with her heels.
Jess was dressed in a black, short skirt and a red-orange lightweight blouse. Her hair was down loosely, but one side was pinned back with a green barrette. She also wore green bangles on both arms.
"They wanted to stay, Jess," said Becker, not stopping. He had reports in his hand, and the prospect of filling them out made him grumpy.
"What if they change their mind? They have no car, Becker. What if they get scared?"
Becker stopped, making Jess run into him. "Scared? Did you just ask 'what if they get scared?' Jess, they are two grown men. Conner is a genuis, smarter than anyone in this building. Carlson has twenty years experience in the service. He is certified on every piece of weapon that has ever been made. You are seriously worried that they are going to get scared?"
"Yes," she said seriously.
Becker shook his head and scoffed. He then resumed walking. "They'll just have to deal with it, I guess," he finally said.
"But, Becker. Get back here!" Jess was forced to run in her high heels to catch up with Becker's long, quick strides. "Abby said you all saw something back there. Abby is spooked, Abby! I can't believe you're just going to go about your business like nothing happened and leave Connor and Carly alone."
"Believe it, Jess," he said, then he turned around and smirked. "If you'd bothered to ask, rather than following me around in your little pixie shoes, you'd know that I'm not leaving them there. Abby and I are gathering supplies to camp out and get more readings on the anomaly. So, you've wasted your time pestering me," he said, leaning down slightly.
Jess smiled. She leaned up and gave his cheek a quick peck. "Pestering you is never a waste of time. Now, I have to go and gather some supplies too. I'm coming with you." She looked to see if he'd object, but all he did was raise an eyebrow.
"You do know this a research trip," said Becker.
Jess nodded. "I know. We are looking for answers as to why the anomaly is so unstable, and trying to find ghosties."
Becker couldn't help but smile at her innocent, happy face. "You're sure you're up for this? Could be scary," as Becker said this, the earlier encounters at the place ran through his mind. He couldn't help shuddering.
Jess however, was oblivious. She got a teasing, slightly seductive look on her face. "Then you might have to protect me," she said, stepping closer, "and keep me close." She smiled a little wickedly.
Becker couldn't fight the huge smile that came across his face.
"That's my job, Miss Parker," he said, and returning her slightly seductive smile, he added, "and I might enjoy it."
"You might."
Carlson and Connor were exploring the poolhouse complex. The complex consisted of a large building with an empty concrete pool that was in pretty good shape, despite the chips and cracks. It was open, with large open arches cut into the two long walls.
A smaller room had apparently been next to it. The frame of the room was left: three walls and remnants of a fourth. The longest wall supported the piece of roof the lady had stood on. Now that Connor saw it up close, he was even more baffled. The roof piece did not look too stable. No one could have stood on it and not fallen a long way down.
Connor gulped. "Ok, She's either very, very thin, or...dead."
"Yes, sir."
"You don't have to call me 'sir,' Carly. Call me Connor."
"Yes sir Connor."
Connor kind of liked the sound of "sir Connor."
The two men poked around, not finding anything or anyone. Carly pointed out where the tennis courts, and riding courses were said to have been, but there was no evidence. Brush covered everything.
Connor went back out, to where the anomaly was. It was still flickering.
"Ever see one like this?" asked Carlson.
"Not this bad, Carly. It's hardly ever clearly open."
They stood there watching it for a while. Connor was right, it flickered constantly, very rarely taking shape. Once it did it couldn't hold it for more than a few seconds.
"I have no idea why the anomaly is so week," said Connor. "Do you?"
"Me? Sir, I'm just a weapons man."
"You seem to know about this place."
"Oh, just the stories, sir," said Carlson. "My grandfather used to tell them to me. He worked here."
"What? When it was open, back in the thirties?"
Carlson nodded. "He was afraid of this area. Something wasn't right with it he said."
"So, he was an actual witness? Did he see anything? Were there deaths here?"
"Yes, sir. Grandpa was an orderly, making sure the swimmers had towels, cleaning up the locker rooms, that kind of thing. One of the little boys who drowned, well, Grandpa had seen him and talked with him not long before it happened. He was a cute little boy Grandpa said, and very sweet. Grandpa had seen him swim on other days, so he couldn't figure how he drowned, because the boy had been a good swimmer. The lifeguard on duty was a friend of Grandpa's. He was a good, alert guy. He wouldn't have let the boy drowned. Something wasn't right Grandpa always said. Something wasn't right with this whole place."
As if to help tell the story, a howling scream was heard. It seemed to prowl across the whole area, howling. Then that weird, cold wind blew across. Connor shivered. It felt as if someone had run right past him. Carly's face was white, he'd felt the same thing. Then some voice called their names. It caused the men to panic, running into each other and shouting, wondering what they should do. Then Connor recognized one of the shouts as belonging to Abby.
Connor broke into laughter. "Oh, man Carly. We've got to stop scaring ourselves."
Carly looked a bit embarassed, "Yes, sir. You're right," he said.
End of Chapter Three