Hello. So, things have calmed down a little now and I can get back to writing. I did continue writing over the past few months, but because it was so erratic, I decided not to publish as I wouldn't be able to keep up with new chapters. However, expect a sequel to 'Big Boots to Fill' and 'If the Cap Fits' soon.

In the meantime, I'd thought I'd start with a little anomaly. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. And I have a feeling that's unlikely to change.

"You know, on reflection, this was a bad idea."

"Come on Connor."

"That's easy for you to say," muttered Connor to himself as he gazed downwards.

"Man up Connor!" Now Abby joined in with the taunts. This was becoming increasingly embarrassing as he felt the crowd staring at him.

Just then, he heard a movement behind him and turned to see Becker climbing up the steps. Connor gulped and Becker sighed.

"This really isn't your thing, is it?" commented the Captain caringly. Connor shook his head. "Why did you agree to it then?" Connor thought for a second and shrugged. Becker rolled his eyes. "Let me guess..."

"It seemed so simple at the time," both men said in union. Becker stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Connor's shoulder and also peeked over the edge. The water constantly moved below.

"You're shaking," he stated. Connor nodded. "Come on, this is silly. Your legs are like jelly. Need a hand getting down? The ladder is awkward." Connor nodded and breathed a sigh of relief; at last, a little compassionate help.

"Here," said Becker, turning Connor around slightly to make their way back down. Then, quick as a flash, Becker twisted himself under Connor, launching the scientist over the edge. He remained crouched as he watched the scientists tumble down, desperately trying to turn into a proper diving position before he hit the water below.

He only half succeeded.

As Connor resurfaced, the first thing he was aware of was laughing. Catching his breath, he swam over to the edge of the pool, just as he heard the splash of Becker diving with military perfection behind him. He hauled himself out and eyed Abby who was standing in front of him, Cutter smiling behind.

"That platform," he stated, "is a lot higher than it looks."

"Really," smirked Abby.

"Yes," nodded Connor erratically. "So I expect that cake, home-baked, to be brought to me tomorrow, or, you know, by Wednesday at the latest. Definitely by Thursday or I complain to... someone."

Abby sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately, you don't get the cake."

"WHAT?!" cried Connor, staring at her disbelievingly. "By I jumped off it, didn't I?"

"Well... firstly, you didn't jump off the platform. Becker threw you off..."

"... And secondly," continued Becker, who'd by now joined them, "you didn't fall from the 10m platform." He pointed at the diving boards. "You only got up to the 7m platform."

Please review, as I'm probably really rusty at this. =-)