Characters: Connor, Abby, Danny Quinn, Nick, and Corporal Baumann
A/N: I own nothing of "Primeval" that belongs to Impossible Pictures and I make no money from this, clearly. This is a crossover between "Primeval" and "The Bunker" and no one will have needed to see "The Bunker" to understand this. And no, I didn't just write this on a whim.
Summary: After weaving through a labyrinth of anomalies to get back to the present, Connor, Nick, and Abby are thrown into WWII-Germany where they meet Danny's German doppleganger, who seems to know Connor.
i. Stained on the Soul
Blood, a never-ending cleaning battle. Water had to be carefully introduced to the area as too much of this would cause immediate saturation and once that occurred, only by starting over with a dry rag could the mess see a fit ending. If one should continue adding salty drops to the crimson water in the sink., the task would undoubtedly go on for a long time. But such was the task facing young Abby Maitland as she gripped the edge of her sink, pulling all the strength she had in reserve, to keep from breaking down in front of her friend.
"Abby-- Abby--" a voice wailed from just around the corner. The cries were cut with the sobs of a crushed spirit, affecting a pang of sorrow to knot itself in Abby's throat.
Swallowing back her grief, Abby briskly wiped away the traces of tears left on her face and quickly went to her room. On her bed lay Connor Temple, his back hunched and his shoulders slumped. His body quaked, only adding to the agony presented in the continual laments of the youth. As Abby moved to his side, she noticed that Connor was running his hands together, over and under, as if still trying to wash the blood from them.
"I'm with you Connor."
The gentle words lifted Connor's chin slightly but they could not bring the young man to look at Abby. Almost immediately the warmth that had once swirled around his heart left him, causing Connor to give a pained gasp. His lower lip quivered and a torrent of tears flooded his face anew. With a mournful sob, Connor dipped his head forward.
"He's gone Abby, he's gone... I tried to save him but..." Connor squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, trying desperately to rid himself of the pain that lacerated his heart like a Future Predator to its prey. In his anguish, Connor could barely feel Abby enveloping him with her arms. Instead, Connor continued to cry, "If only we could have done something sooner! Maybe if I had just grabbed onto him, and pulled him through when he shoved me, he would be here with us now."
All the what-ifs in the world could not save their dear friend now. Shutting her eyes, Abby sought comfort by resting her cheek against Connor's shoulder. Her hand wove tenderly across Connor's chest, pulling the man closer to her. Try as she might, words could not form in her mouth though they constantly bombarded her mind.
"Abby I--" He couldn't even get the words out properly. Connor immediately buried his face in his hands and for a moment, disappeared inside the dark shell of hell and wept. As he mourned, Abby drew circles on Connor's back with her hand and wrapped her arms even tighter around him, letting her whole essence wrap Connor in a cocoon of shelter and safety.
"It's all right," Abby managed in a trembling voice. "Remember what he said, it's okay,"
"Abby I'm quitting!"
The abruptness of Connor's words hit as such a shock that it did not even register in Abby's mind. She continued to rub Connor's back, a frown creasing her brow. Her startled voice quaked, "...what?"
"I can't do this anymore!" Connor exclaimed as he began to sway slightly from side-to-side. "I don't want to go through anomalies anymore! I don't want to be part of this project this..." Could he bear to say it? Could he betray his leader's memory like this? Connor hung his head in shame. "I miss him, Abby. It's only been--" Again Connor shook his head, now rocking himself in a weak attempt at consoling. "--and I can't believe he's not going to be with us anymore. Abby I can't do this anymore--"
"You won't have to be alone Connor," Abby whispered. She pushed her fingers into his short, thick hair. "I'm going to be here for you, we're still a team Connor. You and me, and--"
"Abby, I need to quit the ARC. I can't stand to watch another person I care about die!" He felt Abby draw his head against her shoulder and for a moment, Connor held back, sniffling, "I can't do this anymore."
"I know, Connor," whispered Abby, tears carving their own paths down her cheeks. "I know."
And then, Connor collapsed against his dearest friend and wept until his strength left him entirely.