(AN) I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Season seven will be ending at the season premier of Episode 11! please send in requests for creatures you would like to see in season eight and i will be sure to add them.
DSILAIMER: I do not own Primeval or any of it's characters.
Season Seven, Episode Six
The Gifts
Connor stood in his workshop, staring at his reflection in a mirror. He had bought himself a new set of clothes, which consisted of a white shirt, brown pants, plain, spurred leather boots and a wide brimmed hat. On top of all that, he wore his trench coat.
The door to his workshop opened, and Trevor limped in on his crutches. He had a bag slung over his shoulder.
"Hey, Connor." Trevor said.
"Trevor," Connor moved towards him and helped him to a seat. "How are you holding up?"
"I'm alright," He responded, removing the bag from his shoulder. "The doctor says I should be able to walk in a couple weeks."
"Well, we're lucky that we had some medication from the twenty-first century." Connor said. He held up the bag. "What is this?"
"I'm not sure," Trevor said. "Stephen told me to give it to you."
"Stephen," Connor mused. "He did say he was going shopping a few days ago."
Connor opened up the bag and retrieved a long, chrome revolver in a black leather holster. There was a note attached to the holster. Trevor.
"This is yours, mate," Connor handed the holster to Trevor.
"It is?"
Connor nodded as Trevor read the note.
"Wow..."
As Trevor examined his firearm, Connor lifted the bag up ad down a few times curiously. There is something else inside! Connor put his hand in the bag and pulled out another revolver. This one was silver, and had intricate designs sketched into the shiny metal. The wooden handle was polished, and Connor guessed that it was made of olive wood. The belt was tan, with spare bullets lined on the back. There was also an extra holster on it; instead of being the gun-shaped pocket like the other one, it was almost square, and had a clip next to it. Connor though what this was for, then it hit him.
"The detector!" Connor moved to a portion of the floor and stomped. Satisfied, he knelt down and pulled up a floorboard. Underneath it was his make-shift anomaly detector. He had finished it after Stephen had left a few days ago.
The boxy object fit perfectly into into the extra holster. Although that worked, he was still stuck with the battery pack. He looked at the clip, and realized that there where two pieces attached together. He removed the clasp and set the gun belt on the table. He grabbed the detector and sat down across from the belt. "Here's hoping this stays on..."
"What are you getting at over there?" Trevor asked curiously.
"You will see..." Connor said as he finished hammering and reached for a mug of thick, syrupy liquid. "In a moment..."
He grabbed a bottle labelled 'Frank's Colon Cleaner' and and a bottle of whiskey, and began to pour the contents of each into the mug with the syrup.
"The first week that we where here, I discovered that if you mix whiskey with tree sap, you get a sort of glue." Connor explained. "Then, a couple days ago, I accidentally spilt a batch of glue into my dinner, which had some of this hot sauce on the side. After mere seconds, the mixture of the sauce and 'glue' became thicker. What was once runny and difficult to apply, become slower, and easy to use. It also helps me attach metal to nonmetals."
"So..." Trevor said. "You're going to use this 'glue' to solder that clip to you battery pack?"
"Exactly!" Connor took a wooden spoon and stirred the 'glue' thoroughly. After a few minutes he scooped some of the 'glue' out onto the clip. He put the spoon in the mug and pressed the clip onto the battery pack. "Now we just wait a few seconds..." Connor pulled back the sleeve of his shirt to watch the seconds flick away on his digital watch. After about ten seconds he reached for his makeshift welder.
Connor had taken a set of pliers and attached a wet cell battery to it. Although it was much like the one used to charge the battery pack, this one- like the cells in cars- consisted of many different cell put together. He then grabbed a penny with the pliers to act as the soldering head. Connor touched the penny to where the plastic and metal met. A shower of sparks flew onto the table as he worked around the square clip.
Connor drew back and disconnected the pliers from the large battery. He set the hot equipment to the side and waited for the metal to cool.
"So," Trevor said as he watched Connor blow on the hot metal. "I heard that there was a possible creature incursion."
"Yep." Connor said. The metal had cooled, and got up from his chair and moved around the table. He picked up the gun belt and clipped the battery pack onto it, and then slid the detector into the 'holster'.
"It works!" Trevor said, examining Connor's handy work.
Connor nodded and wrapped the belt around his waist, tightening the large buckle at the front. He reached down to his right hip, where the gun's holster was. He grabbed the small leather strap on the end of the holster and strapped it around his thigh.
"How do I look?" He asked Trevor.
"Like a true cowboy!" Trevor laughed.
Connor laughed with him, but stopped when he heard a loud whirring sound coming from the detector.
"An anomaly?" Trevor asked, staring at the hand-held A.D.D.
Connor pulled the detector out of his belt and held it flat. "Due north." Connor thought aloud.
"How far?"
"Within three miles; that's the top range of this detector."
"Are you going after it?" Trevor asked.
Connor looked through the window at the horse Stephen lent him. "Yes."
"Good luck, then." Trevor said as Connor grabbed his hat and coat, making his way towards the door.
"I always knew that he was faking it!" A slightly plump woman cried.
"Mum, its not like that!" Abby said, tears beginning to swell up in her eyes.
"Of course it is, Abigail!" Abby's mother insisted. "Why else would he just disappear? Do you know where he is?"
She turned to Cutter and Claudia, who sat at the kitchen table across from the mother and daughter. "Do either of you know where he is? Do you?"
Both shook their heads.
"We don't know where he is, but that isn't what has everybody concerned." Claudia said.
"You're concerned about him?" Mrs. Maitland exclaimed.
"Yes!" All three said at once.
"Why should you be? He left Abby while she is pregnant!"
"He didn't leave me!" Abby said. The tears finally began to roll down her face.
"Then where did he go?"
"I don't know!" Abby exclaimed, wiping her eyes.
Abby's mother threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. "Of course you don't; that's because he left you!"
The front door opened, and the four could hear footsteps coming through the house. Soon, James Lester stood in the hallway.
"Mrs. Maitland," He moved toward the woman and extended his hand.
Mrs. Maitland shook it suspiciously. "And who are you, letting yourself into my daughter's house without permission?"
"My name is James Lester, and I am a dear friend of the Temples." He said. Seeing her disapproving scowl, he added, "Not a good enough excuse? No? Fine, I guess I'll have to play the 'government official' card."
"What?"
"I suppose I have to restart..." Lester retrieved his wallet and opened it. He showed the A.R.C card that he only only uses when he needs unquestioned access an area to Mrs. Maitland. "My name is James Lester of the A.R.C, and there is something that you must see." He turned to Connor and Claudia. "If you two could escort these women to the A.R.C, it would be greatly appreciated."
A baffled Mrs. Maitland stood agape in the A.D.D room of the A.R.C. "What is this place?"
"This," Lester said as he walked towards the A.D.D. "Is the anomaly research centre, and it will help you understand the situation that your daughter is in. Now, if you would kindly make your way to this young woman over here, I will begin to explain."
Mrs. Maitland moved towards Jess and looked at her. "Who might you be?"
Just then Matt walked into the room. "Jess, are done hacking into the traffic cameras, or am I going to have to wait another..." He noticed the woman standing by Jess' chair.
"Don't mind Matt, there, he has no sense of timing." Lester said, glaring at Matt. "He is the field team leader. Matt, would you come here?" Lester beckoned the man.
Matt moved cautiously forwards. "Yes?"
"You are actually just the person I was looking for." Lester said. "Give Mrs. Maitland here a tour of the A.R.C- and explain as to why her son in-law has disappeared without a trace."