Saving Connor Temple
Sadly I do not own Primeval or its characters. However I do own Bertie Becker, Caroline Lester, and Luke Temple.
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Sorry for my absence over the last few weeks RL had taken over!
Helen was pregnant!
When Helen fell Pregnant Ethan felt as if he just had to help her. He thought the baby was his, and he vowed that he would look after Helen and the baby for ever more. Helen herself did not know who the baby's father was. To be honest she didn't care.
If it was Derek's, she would give him the baby when it was born and then leave. If it was Ethan's...
Back at the Arc...
2012
Bertie strolled down the steps towards Jess's work station.
Jess swivelled in her seat.
"Bertie... Great to see you." she hugged Bertie enthusiastically.
"Jess, I wonder... Do you have any clothes I could borrow?"
"Of course... Come on. Follow me." Jess began to lead her boyfriend's sister away from the hub.
Jess lead her to the locker rooms and gave her some clothes. Jess's eyes widened and her mouth dropped as they became aware of groaning coming from the shower stalls. Her eyes darted to the edge of the area. Hastily she gave Bertie some clothes and sped away from the room. Leaving Bertie alone with whoever was in the shower.
Bertie took the clothes that Jess had given into one of the toilet stalls. Quickly she pulled on the jeans that Jess had given her and the t-shirt and shirt. Hoping that she could be out of the room before whoever was in the showers came out.
She gathered up her dusty uniform and opened the door to the stall. She paused as she became aware of someone else in the room. She looked over to Danny who had just come out of the showers. It was then that she noticed the lack of clothing on Danny. Uncomfortably he stood in the doorway of the shower room, his hands clasped over his crotch, completely naked.
Bertie couldn't help but let her eyes wander down his lanky body. She had seen soldiers in varying degrees of undress before, and as a Major in the army, had to put up with naked men straying into her path. But this was different; Danny was not one of her soldiers, she couldn't help but let her eyes wander appreciatively up and down his body. She took in the scars that adorned his torso and wondered how he had come by them. She happened to glance behind him and the sight that greeted her was too delicious not to take in. For unbeknown to Danny he stood in front of a full length mirror. She breathed in deeply at the sight of his muscular shoulders. They way they tapered down to his magnificent arse. She looked away, but not before she had taken in the wonderful sight.
"I'll just... um..." she gestured towards the door, and pressing her lips together, trying not to grin, strolled out as if she had all the time in the world.
Danny gasped as he came out of the shower. He had neglected to take a towel in with him and assumed that he was on his own. He had not heard Jess or Bertie in the locker room and thought it would be safe to come out whilst no-one was about. Bathing in the Pliocene had been simple enough. With no-one about to watch him he had been quite comfortable wandering about naked whilst his body dried in the sun. He had forgotten that he would have to be careful here. He saw Bertie with the clothes in her arms, and saw the fresh clothes that she was wearing. He began to blush as he clamped his hands around his private parts. All too soon she mumbled something and was gone.
Relief began to wash over him as she disappeared from view. He let out the breath he was unconsciously holding and put his hands on his hips and swivelled around. It was then that he saw the mirror behind him. He paled and wondered if Bertie had not only seen him from the front, but had gazed into the mirror and seen the reflection too? He whimpered and cringed quietly. It was best not to say anything and let the whole experience go over his head. There were more important things to think about – Connor was one of them.
Abby tried to gather her thoughts. Her memories were jumbled. One minute she was in the Cretaceous with Connor, the next she was with Becker. Her thoughts regarding her boyfriend were much the same. She couldn't understand who she wanted to be with, Connor or Becker? And since when had she started to develop feelings for Becker?
Becker sat in the menagerie with her. His thoughts and memories matched Abby's. For some weird reason they were being pushed together. He was having trouble with feelings too. He liked Abby, he really did, but he liked Jess too. He tried to figure out who he wanted to be with. His memories didn't seem to make sense. He was not the one trapped in the cretaceous... Connor was.
Who was Connor? He knew that Connor was important but how?
Becker huffed as he shook his head he trying desperately to fathom it all out.
In the medical bay, Luke was undergoing major transformation. His hair was changing, his eyes were changing and his face no longer looked like Connor's.
He was beginning to look like Becker!
Connor was beginning to change too. His eyes flashed green for a moment, and then they started to turn hazel. Caroline sedated both Luke and Connor. There was no reason why they should have to tolerate all the pain they were experiencing.
Caroline looked over to her husband. The DNA tests were inconclusive. She thought of Connor and how he had reacted when Abby had collapsed in the Menagerie. "I understand what you have to do." She hated doing this. She was sending her husband to commit the one act that could potentially destroy their marriage. But it was either adultery or Connor's life!
"Go and do it. Save Connors life!"
Lester donned some old fashioned clothes and waited for Danny to open an anomaly to the correct time period. He looked around him. Danny followed him through. It was the first time Lester had stepped through an anomaly and he felt strange. He felt weird going from 21st Century London to 20th Century Leeds. He felt even worse knowing that HE COULD be Connor's father. Knowing that for the second time in his life he was going to betray his dear wife, and yet, she was the one who sent him. Shewas the one who insisted that he should go.
"Let's go and do this then." he turned to Danny. "Where do we find her?"
"In that pub, she's a barmaid."
Lester walked over to the pub and went inside. He settled himself on a barstool and waited for Diane Leonard to come over and serve him.
Lester remembered Connor's mum, he was right. She had been very attractive in her youth. Today she looked pleasant enough and smiled at all her customers, but there was sadness in her eyes that Lester couldn't help but notice.
Lester laid on his charm; Danny stood watching from a distance. Here was a side to Lester he had never seen before. He had never seen his boss act so caring towards another human before and it unnerved him. Lester and Diane seemed to be getting on very well together. He watched as the night drew to an end and watched as Lester and Diane left the pub together.
Danny waited for Lester at the agreed spot. He hoped that this would work and that they would not have to come back for a second visit. He wondered how Connor was getting on.
As Danny and Lester returned through the anomaly, Danny turned to Lester.
"Well how did it go? Did you... Um?" Danny raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat.
"Didn't have to... We arrived at her house; she invited me in for a cup of tea. That's when she told me about her cheating husband. How she's carrying his child! Seems like baby Connor is already on his way!" Lester smiled.
As Lester looked in on Connor the young man's breathing stabilised. His breathing became normal. His eye colour returned to a lovely chocolate brown. It seemed for a moment that everything was going to be ok. Caroline checked him over. He still looked very pale, his legs and feet looked transparent.
"So why is he still not recovering? Could something else have happened?" Danny was still concerned. Connor was still looking very pale and he had not recovered fully. Something was still not as it should be.
"Get Jess to look into it. She'll be able to find something I'm sure." Lester replied. He didn't like the way Connor was looking either.
Danny decided to do some digging. He walked over to Jess. Jess and Bertie were chatting with each other. He asked to do a background check on Connor Temple. As Jess tapped away efficiently at her keyboard, he looked over at Bertie. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and a pale blue t-shirt. A large white shirt with rolled up sleeves was slung over the top, and tied around her slim waist. Danny looked her over... and his eyes rested on her derrière. He smiled in appreciation. If she could ogle him, surely he could too.
"Connor Temple... Who's he?" Jess asked as she tapped in the request on the internet. Bertie's eyes widened as she heard this, and her mouth fell open.
Danny was shocked and confused when he heard this; he glanced at Bertie and took in her reaction.
He called Matt to come immediately, and told him that things were still not ok. Helen was still trying to kill Connor. Matt looked at him as if were speaking double Dutch!
"Who's Connor?" Matt enquired. Danny looked incredulous. It seemed as if everyone in the ARC was forgetting Connor!
Danny gazed at Bertie.
"You remember Connor don't you?" he questioned. He needed to find someone who remembered Connor!
"I remember Connor; he's the clever one with dark hair and brown eyes. He and Abby were the ones lost in the Cretaceous for a whole year!"
Danny sighed. Finally! Someone who remembered him. He shook his head. The only people, who remembered Connor Temple, were Bertie, him and Lester.
Danny turned to Jess again. "Can you check this information again for me? Connor Temple, born 29th October 1983."
Horror gripped and clenched at his insides as he learned of Little Connor's fate!
I hope you enjoyed that chapter...
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My muse needs a good swift kick up the backside. (He's been eating too much over Xmas! Not really giving me much to write!)
