I'm back. I'm so so so so so so sorry for the delay, but life's been hectic and I've been trying to stay on top of ITCF as well, because, unlike this, it isn't made of one-shots, but several cliff-hangers and I've been trying not to be evil.
However, to make up, I have two new chapters – OK, I'll hold my hands up, it's only two because of the chapter numbers, so enjoy as if one. Be back soon. Promise!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Or primeval. Or primeval. Or primelav.
"Connor..."
"I can't. Abby, don't make me."
"It's a lovely day. The sun's even shining beautifully outside. You can't stay in here all day." Connor grimaced as he viewed the front door suspiciously and Abby sighed. "We've been over this. Just come on. Cutter'll be waiting." Abby purposely used the reference to Connor's mentir in a bid to get the younger scientist to move.
It didn't work.
Abby looked hurriedly at her watch and noted, angrily, that Stephen had called over twenty minutes ago now and they hadn't even left the house. She could just imagine Lester's reaction when he heard they were late. Again. And it was always Connor.
She tried once more. "Come on. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'll go out first if you want."
"NO!" cried Connor. "Because then I'll lock us out or something."
"Well, leave first and..." Abby's face softened as she saw Connor's morphed into a mask of horror. She sighed. "Nothing is going to happen..."
"We're responding to a call about dinosaurs."
"Nothing bad is going to happen," Abby amended. Her phone started squeaking again, so she turned from Connor in part annoyance. "Cutter."
"Are you coming? We're not that far away, are we?"
"Yep. Coming as soon as I can get Connor out the house."
"What? What's happened?"
"Seen the date?" There was a pause, then a sigh over the tinny phone-set.
"Ah," came the muffled response.
"Yep. Friday the thirteenth again."
On to the next chapter... ;-)