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Fic: Important - A/B/C - PG-13/12

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Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Abby/Becker/Connor (But mostly Abby/Connor)
Story: Important
Rating: PG-13/12 (minor sex references)
Warnings/Spoilers: 4x07 and general s4 stuff.
Author's Note: Follows on from Intermission, and is just as angsty as that fic. Fair warning that this whole series is sort of taking that turn, thanks to canon. But there will be future porn, too. :)
Summary: Connor comes home late, much to Abby's frustration.


Important

Becker was sleeping again—properly, this time, rather than the EMD-induced unconsciousness. After the medic had declared him good to go, Abby had taken him home, got some food in him, and put him to bed. He looked peaceful, now, laying there quietly as she curled up next to him, and she watched his face as it twitched a little with his dreams. His warm body felt good, and knowing he was going to be well, after a day’s rest, was of great comfort to her.

Now if only Connor were here.

He hadn’t answered her calls, and it took an hour before he replied to her texts. And even then, all he said was, “Yay. Be home eventually.”

“Eventually” was now stretching into six hours. He wasn’t in his lab at the ARC—she’d checked there before they left—so she assumed he was with Philip. Somewhere.

Finally, the exhaustion of the day overtook her, and she dozed off, head buried against Becker’s chest, soothed to sleep by his steady, healthy heartbeat.


It was still quite dark when the breath against the back of her neck woke her up. She stirred, murmuring his name.

“Hey,” Connor whispered, voice barely audible. “Did I wake you?”

She turned to him. It was too dark to read his face, and her eyes were still bleary anyway, but his familiar touch was all she needed. “Yeah. S’OK,” she mumbled quietly. “Where have you been?”

He heaved a deep breath. She smelled a hint of brandy. “With Philip. At his flat, if you can believe that.” There was a nervous edge to his voice she didn’t like.

“Why?”

“This thing… the theory I was working on about the anomalies. He thinks I’m right. He wanted to talk to me about it.”

“Over a drink?”

He made a small noise of embarrassment. “Yeah. He kinda… he offered, and I didn’t feel right refusing. His driver brought me home.”

“Well, that was nice,” she said flatly.

“Abby…” he sounded hurt.

“Nevermind.” She sighed, kissing him quickly. “I’m glad you’re home.” And she was, conditions notwithstanding.

“I’m glad to be home.” He sounded sincere, at least. “How is he?” He nodded toward the other side of the bed.

“He’ll be OK. Allen gave him something for the pain and said he should be able to sleep most of it off.”

“That’s good. I was worried about him.”

“Were you?” She said dryly. “Because you certainly took off fast enough.”

“Abby!” He raised his voice a little. “Of course I was worried. Horribly so, in fact. But there wasn’t anything I could do. I had to do something to keep my mind off of him when I couldn’t--”

“He asked for you after he woke up,” she cut him off. “And you weren’t there. If you wanted to do something for him, that would’ve been it.”

He flinched at her harsh tone.

“You know he’d never show it,” she continued, “but I think your not being here tonight hurt him more than the EMD hits did.”

“Oh.” Connor went quiet for a moment, and his breathing hitched. Finally, he spoke again, “I’m so sorry. Truly.” He sounded on the edge of tears.

“I know." Her voice softened. "But you need to tell him that, too.” She was still angry, but she opened her arms to him.

“I will.” He moved toward her, seeking the comfort of her embrace. “I guess… I know this sounds weird, but I guess I don’t really think about that.”

“About what?”

“About being…” his voice went small and sheepish. “…important to him. Or to you, really.”

“Well you are. Probably more than you know. We do kind of like having you around.” She poked his chest.

He shivered a little, as if the words made him uncomfortable. “I wish… well, I wish things weren’t so crazy right now.”

She couldn’t help a wry smile.“Things are always crazy.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Yeah, they kinda are. Bloody job.” He huffed a little in exaggerated frustration. “Times I wish I was still back working in the university library and mucking about with my dissertation.”

“Really,” she agreed. “My life would be so much simpler if I were still just dealing with the delicate mating habits of far smaller lizards.”

He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Ah, but then I’d never have met you. And we wouldn’t have met Becks, either.”

“True.” She sighed. Stressful as their life was, it also had moments of such joy that she knew she'd never trade it for a calmer life.

Slowly, the tension and anger ebbed away as they cuddled quietly. Even when her better judgment tried to get her to feel otherwise, there was something automatically comforting and calming about being skin-to-skin with Connor. He’d seen sides of her she’d never shown anyone else—not even Becker—and yet he still loved her. The reverse was also true. As deeply uncomfortable as she was with Philip, and with Connor working for him, she nonetheless knew how important the job was to Connor. And if nothing else, she also trusted that Connor was probably the only person on the planet who not only understood what weirdness might be happening with the anomalies, but what to do about it. “You know, it’s strange,” she mused.

“Hm?”

“When I met you, I had no idea who you really were. Makes me feel an idiot for not seeing it then. I just thought you were this… silly little boy or something.”

“Well, I was sort of silly, then. But not a boy.” He moved a little closer, tilting his hips toward her.

She felt the brush of his half-erection against her thigh. Unsurprising; being close like this always aroused him at least a little. The touch triggered a little surge of her own. “No,” she said slyly, nudging back. “Definitely not a boy.”

He shivered, tightening his hand on her arm. “Damn shame he’s not awake,” he murmured.

“Yeah, I know. We really ought not wake him, though,” she said sadly. “He needs the rest.”

“He does,” Connor agreed. “And we’d probably wake him if we got up to go elsewhere, too.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I promise that the next chance I get, I’ll fuck the hell out of the both of you. How’s that?” Connor nudged again.

She shuddered, mind now racing with the idea. “I’ll hold you to that, you know.”

He kissed her, full and deeply. “I’m counting on it.”


It seemed only minutes later when she woke up again. The rising sun painted bright stripes through the blinds, illuminating the again-empty spot on her right side. She heard his voice, tight but audible, from the front room.

“Yeah. He’s here now, Philip. I’m on my way.” The front door closed—somewhat more loudly than Connor had probably intended.

The sound stirred the body on her other side. “Abby?” He turned toward her, blinking in confusion. “Is Connor… did he?”

She drew him close, petting away damp strands of hair from his face. “He got in late, but he just left again. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” He didn’t have to say anything more. The break in his voice was enough.

--End--

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