I don't own Primeval. I only own my imagination, which is too terrifying to subject someone to in full. That's why I write fanfics.

Chapter 2

Abby Temple crossed her arms, stepping over to her husband's side. He was sitting at the ADD2, typing furiously in an attempt to reboot it. After an incident with hackers who didn't know what they were hacking into (thankfully) but who were pretty good at hacking and managed to shut down a few of their systems, they decided to run a complete systems diagnostic, which meant Connor had to revamp security every single way possible.

"Well?"

Connor grimaced, shaking his head as he typed. "Won't know until it's done, I'm afraid--but I'm almost there."

Abby nodded, her mouth a thin line. "All right. You know, though, I'll want you home eventually. It's getting sort of close to that time."

"Wow," Connor said, pausing from his work to look up at her. "God, I can't believe--"

"Connor. Work."

"Oh--right." He shook his head, returning to the ADD2. "I'm just--Abby, aren't you so excited?"

Abby smirked gently. "I have the hormonal imbalance, dear. You don't have to be crazy, that's my job for now."

Connor just smiled, allowing his eyes to flick to her belly as he reached out a hand to hers. "I just can't believe that my baby's in there."

"Stop ogling, Connor," Abby murmured, blushing as she looked around to see if anyone was watching. Satisfied, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. "Work now, play later."

As Connor began to work again, the detector suddenly went off--Abby jumped, holding a hand to her lips.

"I guess…I'll see you, darling," Connor said, getting to his feet quickly. A few weeks ago he decided Abby was not allowed to go with the team to cover anomalies, and she had grudgingly agreed a few days ago. He took a glance at the ADD2 and his eyes widened. "Jenny's house."

Connor and Becker, who was also staying late, climbed into a company car and took off down the road. Halfway to Jenny's house Connor's cell rang; he gestured for Becker to grab it from his knapsack while he was driving.

"Yo?" Becker said into the phone.

"'Yo?' Who says 'yo'?" Connor asked while Becker waved a hand to silence him.

"Yeah, Connor's driving us there now. It's closed? Damn it. What?"

Connor turned a corner but watched Becker out of the corner of his eye. "Becker, what is it?"

"Would you shut your--no Jenny, talking to Connor. She's from when? And--so she doesn't know anything about the operation?" He nodded. "Okay, we're coming. I hope she's a little less…evil? Right, see you."

He hung up the cell and slipped it back into Connor's bag.

"Don't jump to conclusions, Connor. Helen's at Jenny's house."

Connor's mouth fell open and he turned to Becker, ignoring the road for a few moments. "How the hell can I take that the right way?"

"Connor, the road!"

Connor's eyes flew back to the road quickly. "Start talking, Becker."

Becker sighed, beginning. "She's not today Helen, you know she's dead--she's Helen of several years ago. Jenny's letting her get cleaned up at her house and we'll take her into custody when we get there."

"Get 'cleaned up'?" Connor furrowed his brow.

"Yeah, she was pretty bloodied up. Hit to the arm or something." Becker shook his head. "Look, I don't like it any more than you do, but Jenny doesn't think she's gone all dark side yet, so we treat her like any other fugitive until we have a reason to think otherwise."

Connor was silent a few moments before finally speaking. "Didn't know you got Star Wars references, mate."

Becker rolled his eyes. "Drive."

They arrived at Jenny's house, where Jenny was already standing outside. "Come on, she just got out of the shower."

"You--she--what're you doing, running a B and B?" Connor asked, bolting into her house and followed by Becker.

"She hasn't had a decent shower for months," Jenny said, following them down the hall. They stood outside Jenny's bathroom door, looking impatient. "I'd feel bad, not giving her a little human comfort before she's dragged off to the ARC."

"Giving Helen Cutter human comfort?" Connor hissed under his breath. "How does that not sound oxymoronic to you?"

"Connor, let's just try this," Jenny said quietly. She was about to continue but Helen stepped from the shower, wearing one of Jenny's outfits.

"Hey," she said, looking from Jenny to the two men, both of whom were fighting the instinct to punch her in the jaw. "Helen Cutter, nice to meet you."

Connor gave what was obviously intended to be a nod but ended as just a slight, stiff jerk of the head. Becker managed to force a smile but it was brittle and hardly the amiable smile he'd usually wear.

"Helen, I'm afraid we'll have to take you into custody for the time being," Jenny said, gently putting a hand on Helen's elbow.

"Perfectly understandable," Helen said, shrugging. She was noticeably younger but that face had burned itself into Connor's retinas and he could only see the woman who had killed her own husband. "I suppose you'll want a full recount of my findings through the anomalies."

Helen was taken into captivity surprisingly easily. She sat in the back seat of the company car with Jenny, who, Connor noticed after a while, was a little more uneasy than she let on. She kept glancing at Helen uncomfortably and biting her lip.

When they arrived at the ARC, Jenny gestured for Helen to remain in the car. She stepped out with Connor, while Becker stayed in the car as well.

"James is probably here by now," Jenny said grimly. "I'll explain our--situation. You stay here with Becker."

"No way, I'm going to see Abbs."

Jenny sighed, gritting her teeth. "God, I miss the days when chain of command actually meant something. All right, you're with me."

With a signal to Becker she led the way to the hub of the ARC, where Lester was waiting with crossed arms. Abby was a little ways behind him and Connor went to her.

"Well?" Lester asked.

"I'll need one high security holding cell for our extremely high priority prisoner," she said. "I'll need three soldiers at a time round-the-clock to watch it, and interrogation will begin at 900 hours tomorrow."

"Alright, then," Lester said without question, turning to the main hallway. Jenny looked to Connor, who was fussing over Abby.

"Are you sure it was just a kick? Nothing serious, nothing at all?"

"I'm positive, Conn." Abby smiled gently. "I promise, I won't let you miss it if anything does happen."