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Worlds Apart - 2

Fandom   -  Primeval
Pairing     - Connor / Becker
Summary -  A.U - How different would it have been if Helen not gone over to the dark side? Or if Connor and Abby had got together?

 

Worlds Apart

 

 

 

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2 – Broken Dreams

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Nick stood up, glancing at his watch. “It’s getting late; I think that we should continue this tomorrow,” he suggested.

 

Lester agreed, heading out to his office, as Danny left as well. Abby turned to Connor.

 

“Are you ready to go?” she asked, holding out her hand to him.

 

Connor frowned. “Go where?”

 

“Home.”

 

“With you? But I don’t live with you any more, not since your brother came to stay. I’ve been staying with Lester.”

 

Abby approached him slowly, with the care she would give when nearing a skittish animal.

 

“Connor, Jack’s just crashing in the spare room,” she told him. “You still live with me; you’ve lived with me for years, even before we got together.”

 

Connor looked up sharply. “What do you mean ‘together’?” Oh please don’t say it, he thought, seeing the look on her face. He shook his head. “No, no, no. I’m with him,” he said, shifting closer to Becker. “Me and you, we never…”

 

Nick and Claudia, still in the office, both froze as Abby looked between the two men. Connor could see her eyes glistening and her lower lip began to quiver slightly. As she wiped her eyes just before turning on her heel and running from the room, Connor saw the ring on her left hand.

 

“She was wearing an engagement ring, wasn’t she?”

 

Claudia nodded. “You proposed to her three months ago.”

 

Connor didn’t think that this could get much worse. He felt awful, the look on Abby’s face had made his heart sink. OK, so in this world they were more, but to him she was still his best friend, the girl he would do anything to protect from harm. Now, he was the cause of that harm. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a lot he could do to fix it. He couldn’t give her what she wanted, what she expected.

 

“Go and talk to her,” Becker told him, giving him a nudge. “She needs you.”

 

Connor nodded, seeing the surprise on Nick and Claudia’s faces as Becker gave him a quick peck on the lips before he left.

 

Abby was sitting in the corner of the botanics lab, against the wall, half hidden by the plants, when he found her. She looked up when he walked in and he saw the dark smudges of mascara around her eyes.

 

“Abby? Can I come in?”

 

She shrugged her shoulders. “’Suppose so.”

 

He went over to her and sat down, cross-legged, on the floor in front of her.

 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It didn’t occur to me that things with you and me wouldn’t be the same as they are back home.”

 

Abby smiled sadly. “It wouldn’t have changed anything, though.”

 

“No, but you didn’t need to find out like that, or in front of Nick and Jen- Claudia.”

 

She looked at the ring on her hand and then back to Connor.

 

“I can’t believe this is happening. We were happy. It took us so long for one of us to make the first move and we’d finally got it together,” she said. “And then this happens. I can’t believe you’re gay. I mean, Connor, my Connor, isn’t so why did you have to be?”

 

Connor reached out for her hand and she let him take it in his. “I can’t change who I am, Abby.”

 

“I know, and I didn’t mean that to sound like I was blaming you.”

 

They sat in silence under the leafy camouflage of the plants, letting the world pass them by. He really wished that he could just have a do-over on this day. Maybe if they had known what would happen, they could have looked out for signs that something was wrong before they stepped back out of the anomaly. Maybe if they hadn’t gone through it in the first place…

 

“Do you love him?” she asked suddenly.

 

“Yeah, I do.”

 

“And you’re sure you’re…?”

 

Connor laughed softly. “I’m sure, but trust me, Abbs, if I ever felt that way inclined, you would have been the first to know.” He expression turned serious once more. “You’re my best mate, Abby. I know that’s not what you want to hear right now, but you are the one person in the world that I would trust with my life and I do love you.”

 

“Just not in the same way you love Becker,” she finished. “Tell me, something- if you and he are a couple, why do you still call him ‘Becker’?”

 

“What can I say?” Connor replied with a grin. “He likes me to.”

 

Abby sighed, letting him wipe away the smudged mascara with a tissue before giving her a hug.

 

“Come on,” he said. “We should go back.”

 

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Connor helped Becker clear the dishes away after dinner that evening, unable to get the situation back at the ARC out of his head. After his talk with Abby he’d realised just how many things could have changed here; he’d assumed it was just the events that Helen had instigated but how would that have affected them? The fact that he was with Becker and not Abby was nothing to do with Helen Cutter.

 

“Just leave it,” Becker told him. “You’re going to drive yourself crazy trying to get your head around this whole mess.”

 

Connor sighed and let himself be pulled into Becker’s arms. “I know, but I just feel so bad about Abby. She just looked so upset.”

 

“Conn, love, you have no control over this, nor do I, and so you can’t hold yourself responsible.” He smiled, releasing Connor from his embrace and took his hand. “We can figure this out tomorrow. In the meantime, bed.”

 

As Becker took Connor’s mouth in a gentle kiss a few minutes later, Connor had to agree that bed had been a good idea. In bed, with a warm, naked Becker at his side, all of those things he’d been worrying over seemed so much better.

 

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It was with a great deal of reluctance that Connor actually returned to the ARC the following morning, but Becker had refused to take no for an answer. As he argued, if they wanted to get to the bottom of this and possibly find a way to fix it, they needed the others’ help. So, Connor followed him into the ARC, heading for his office. It was still early and so the team weren’t in yet, but most of Becker’s security guys were. They were just going in when someone called out to them and they turned to see Danny jog down the corridor to join them.

 

“Morning, Boss. Connor.”

 

Becker frowned. “What are you doing in that gear?” he asked, indicating to the black combats that Danny was wearing.

 

“What do you mean? It’s uniform.”

 

Danny followed them into Connor’s office and stood resting against the edge of the desk.

 

“What you were saying yesterday,” he began, “about everything being wrong- am I different? Only you keep looking at me strangely.”

 

“Sorry,” Becker said. “It’s just seeing you in that uniform. Back home, you’re in charge of the Anomaly team instead of…”

 

“I’m your second in command, have been for the past six months,” he told Becker. Danny looked thoughtfully at Connor and smiled. “In charge of your guys, eh? Neat.”

 

Connor nodded. “You were brought in after Nick…” He stopped, unwilling to finish that thought. “The point is that with Nick still there, there wasn’t a vacancy and so there was no need to hire anyone else. Were you still with the police when we met you? We met you when we were investigating an old house where these creatures were living. Everyone thought it was haunted and you arrested me for trespassing there.”

 

Danny nodded. “That’s right. Lester took me on a few weeks after that, after I quit the force.”

 

 

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To be continued…

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