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Primeval fic: No Matter What the Ending (2/7)

June 23rd, 2015 (02:04 pm)

feeling: awake

Thanks to all who read so far! Notes and relevant links in PART ONE



It’s not like she hasn’t seen dinosaurs -- God help her, that’s what her life has come to -- but it’s still not exactly what she expected. Granted, she’s not sure what she expected, and it had probably been foolish to think that anything would work out the way she’d planned anyway.

Heaven forbid that something be easy.

Because it’s true, she did get away from the castle. But now she seems to be in some prehistoric period with prehistoric creatures with an anomaly at her back. If Cutter were here, he’d probably be able to identify the era and Stephen would be able to start tracking the creatures and Connor would love the entire thing far too much, but that’s not Abby.

Sure, Abby appreciates creatures, but for the love of all that is good, this isn’t what she asked for. This isn’t what she intended.

This is a mess, that’s what it is.

Abby can try to do the right thing or the wrong thing, and ultimately, it doesn’t matter as much as she thinks it does. Maybe this whole thing has been fate, right from the very start. Maybe it’s a silly human notion, this idea of volition and determining your own fate. Maybe this has been Abby’s life since the beginning, maybe all her choices have already been made, maybe no matter what she does, it’s always going to end up the same.

Like some stupid castle in the stupid countryside that exists outside of stupid time.

At this point, she’s not even sure if she’s at the beginning or the middle or the very end. It could be any of them, honestly. Or none of them.

All she knows is that there are dinosaurs, coming straight at her. She doesn’t have to be an expert with lizards to know they’re not herbivores. And they’re hungry.

And that she looks pretty good as their next meal.


It’s actually a choice.

To live or to die.

To stand still or keep moving.

Everyone makes choices. Most people pick what they want to wear, what they’re going to eat, and what program to watch on the telly.

Abby, on the other hand, has to pick between a horde of hungry dinosaurs and a glittering anomaly back to a place she doesn’t want to be. Sometimes all the choices are bad choices.

So yeah, it’s a choice.

It’s just that there’s only one obvious answer.

Abby can stay here and fend for herself, and celebrate independence for the whole two minutes she’s still alive.

Or, she can go back and face the unpleasant idea of existing outside of time for a purpose greater than herself.

It’s a choice between the end.

And the beginning.

Needless to say, Abby turns around as fast as she fell and dives through the anomaly and hopes like hell for the best.


She falls through the anomaly this time, the rush of energy and adrenaline spiking through her like a jolt of electricity. She’s on the other side before she can even think twice, falling hard on all fours and panting desperately.

For a second, she focuses on the fact that she’s alive.

Craning her head up, it’s clear she’s back at the castle.

Sighing, she drops her head again.

“So where did you end up?” Jenny asks casually.

Abby flops onto her bottom, taking gulping breaths as she squints into the sunlight back toward where the other women are sitting on the bottom of the stairs. “Huh?”

“When you went through the barrier,” Jenny says. “Where did you end up?”

“Oh,” Abby says, furrowing her brow. “Some place with dinosaurs.”

Sarah makes a sympathetic face. “The creatures can’t come through after us, at least,” she says. “I think the anomalies are only visible to people after they’ve been here. But I have to admit, I was a little disappointed. I always thought going to the past would be the most interesting prospect.”

“Yeah?” Abby asks.

“It’s less interesting when there are predators trying to kill you,” she concedes.

Abby nods, blowing out a breath. “So we really can’t get out, can we?”

“No,” Jenny says. “Just like we told you. Whenever you step out of the perimeter, you get thrown all over time.”

“We experimented a bit,” Sarah says. “But there’s no discernible pattern. After a while, I felt like there were better ways to spend my time.”

“I still do it sometimes,” Jenny admits. “It’s a hell of a rush.”

“It’s almost cruel, though,” Sarah says. “Infinite ways to escape but not a single way home.”

“So, that’s it then?” Abby asks. “He drags us here, holds us against his will and we’re supposed to trust him for the lack of better options?”

Sarah shrugs a little, and Jenny looks somewhat bored by the insinuation.

“Seriously,” Abby says, with more emphasis now. “It doesn’t matter how nice or how smart he is. Or what technology he has. He can’t drag us here and hold us against our will. That doesn’t make him a hero; it makes him a monster.”

“Unless he’s telling the truth,” Sarah says.

Abby exhales forcibly. “He’s still hasn’t got the right--”

“What if he’s the only one who does, though?” Sarah asks. “Think about it. If he has access to all of time and space, then isn’t it his responsibility to do what needs to be done? Wouldn’t he be morally culpable if he saw a solution to save the world and didn’t take it?”

“Or,” Abby says, “he’s a crazy man who’s kidnapped three women in the country.”

“Outside of time,” Jenny points out. “I have to agree with Sarah. There’s a reason I keep coming back, and it’s not just the facials.”

“There are facials here?” Abby asks.

“Amazing ones,” Jenny supplies.

Sarah shakes her head. “That’s not really the point,” she says. “We have to consider the situation very simply. Ultimately, there are only three possibilities. One, John is a liar. He’s brought us here for nefarious purposes, and we’ll be stuck here until his whims are satisfied.”

“Sounds plausible,” Abby says snidely.

“Two,” Sarah continues. “He’s crazy. He’s some kind of nut job who happens to have control or time and space. He might genuinely believe he has a mission, but maybe he’s just following a pipe dream.”

“Also plausible,” Abby says.

“Or three,” Sarah says. “He’s telling us the truth. He brought us here because he knows how to save the world, and he knows we can do it.”

“And why exactly are we leaning toward number three?” Abby asks skeptically.

“I don’t know for sure,” Sarah says. “At first, I didn’t. But over time, it just changed, I guess. At some point, I started to believe.”

“I hate to admit it, but the same thing happened to me,” Jenny says. “I thought about running. Once I ended up in the 1950s and thought I could just make a new start for myself, live a new life happy as can be, but I couldn’t do it. This place -- there’s just something about this place.

“It’s your choice, Abby,” Sarah says, pushing herself to her feet. “But I sort of hope you decide to stay.”

Jenny nods, getting to her feet next to Sarah. “Seriously, the best facials.

Sarah gives her a look.

Jenny shrugs. “What? We can save the world and still look amazing.”

“We’ll be inside,” Sarah says finally, leaving Abby still sitting there. “Whichever way you choose.”


The irony is not lost on Abby.

This is her choice.

The option to go isn’t exactly great, and the option to stay isn’t perfect either, but the lesser of two evils is still a choice.

Besides, that’s a bit of hyperbole. She can’t be sure what John’s intentions really are, but assuming malevolence is probably a little unfair. At the very least, he deserves the benefit of the doubt. While this whole thing could be construed as a kidnapping, it also could be a desperate, last ditch effort to genuinely save the universe.

There’s probably no way to know for certain, but Abby’s always trusted her instincts with this kind of thing. Instincts, after all, are very important. She’s worked with animal enough to know how tried and true they are. Humans think they are so evolved, but often their logic just contradicts what they already know.

The truth is often self evident to people, even when it’s not evident to science. Science, after all, is just trying to prove what man already knows.

And Abby has good instincts, even in the face of impossible things. That’s why she followed a little boy and an errant lizard. That’s why she believed Connor and Cutter and Stephen. Because her instincts told her it was the right thing to do.

Right now, Abby’s head is telling her to run.

Her gut tells her to stay.

In the end, that’s really no choice at all.


Abby refuses to be sheepish when she goes back inside. She had every right to leave, and it really isn’t her thing. Abby lives her life the way she chooses, and that’s always going to be that. Past, present and future.

She is marginally relieved, however, when Sarah and Jenny look pleased to see her.

“Glad you decided to stick with us,” Jenny says. “We could certainly use the extra company.

Sarah gives her a small roll of the eyes. “I think you’ll find that something matters here, in a way you can’t quite explain.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jenny says. “Somehow we all know we’re here to save the world. Splendid, isn’t it?”

“You two seem awfully sure,” Abby ventures. “But you’ve been here all this time, and you still don’t know what John’s endgame is?”

At this, the other two women exchange a strange look.

“I haven’t really thought of it like that,” Sarah says. “Despite all the reading I’ve been doing and all the knowledge I’ve gained from it, it seems like we just got here.”

“Or like we’ve always been here,” Jenny says.

“It’s probably the fact that time has no meaning here,” Sarah suggests.

“Sarah believes in what she can prove; I’ve always favored what I can see and know for myself,” Jenny says. “But I think deep down, there are some things we just know.

Abby draws a breath and sighs heavily. “I just wish I knew what to make of John’s directive,” she says. “I mean, save the world? Us?”

Jenny shrugs, smiling. “In our line of work,” she says. “Stranger things have happened.”


If the girls are relieved to see her, John is almost entirely unbothered. It’s as if he hasn’t noticed her absence; as if he knew all along they’d end up right back where they started.

Back in the library, in fact, Abby can’t be sure how much time has even passed. It’s entirely possible, she realizes, that she’s never left.

“So,” he says, sounding chipper. “Are we ready now?”

Sarah nods.

Jenny shrugs.

Abby grits her teeth. “As I’ll ever be.”

John grins. “Then let’s start.”


“Think of a knot,” John says. “Not just a little one, but a big one. One that is twisted and turned in on itself again and again. Sometimes, even if you’re careful, you just can’t untangle it because it’s too messed up. The only way to salvage any of your string is to just cut it.”

It’s an apt metaphor, and not hard to find the parallels. “So you want us to cut the knot, so to speak,” Abby concludes.

“Yes,” John says.

“That’s exactly what Helen’s been trying to do,” Jenny says.

“It’s true,” Sarah says. “And you say she’s just making it worse.”

“Because she’s making the wrong cuts,” John says. “If you cut your string in the wrong place, you won’t fix the problem. So you have to keep making cuts until there’s not even enough string left to use.”

“But you think you can make the right cut,” Abby surmises.

John gestures to the castle around them. “From here, I’ve got a pretty good vantage point,” he says. “I’ve studied the timeline. I know the points where things go off track, and I’ve calculated all the odds to pick the right moments to make the maximum impact.”

“And you think Cutter, Stephen and Connor -- they’re at the center of it?” Abby asks.

“Frankly, yes,” John says.

“And why would those three men be so important to the greater expanse of time and space?” Jenny pushes.

“Well, to be frank, it’s not really about them,” John says. “They’re tangential pieces to the puzzle, the constants that exist in conjunction with other problematic variables.”

“Helen,” Sarah says. “They’re all connected to Helen.”

“Intimately,” John concludes. “Some more than others.”

“But wait,” Abby says. “She’s Cutter’s wife. What could she have to do with Stephen and Connor?”

Jenny looks at her pityingly. “Oh to be young and naive again.”

“What?” Abby asks.

“In your timeline, you haven’t learned all the connections yet,” John says gently. “She may have been Cutter’s wife, but she was Stephen’s lover. More than that, it was her disappearance that prompted Connor to set all this in motion, and she’s the reason each of them end up worse off than when they started.”

Of all the things she’s been faced with since her arrival, the idea that Stephen had an affair with Cutter’s wife probably isn’t the most shocking. It’s also not the most important.

Even so, Abby can’t help but be taken aback by the implications.

She’s fancied Stephen, very much as the strong and silent type. She hadn’t considered that the mystery behind Stephen was that. It would certainly explain his total shift in demeanor whenever her name came up.

Then Abby processes the rest, forcing herself to swallow. “You said we’re here to save their lives,” she says, somewhat cautiously. John’s already told her this, but she hasn’t let herself mourn the reality of it. “So that means…?”

“They die, yes,” John says. “Not Connor, though, if that helps.”

“But Cutter and Stephen--”

“Stephen will sacrifice himself to stop one of Helen’s plans,” John says, flitting his hand through the air. It’s impossible, really, but somehow Abby can see it -- a room full of predators tearing Stephen limb from limb while Cutter watches helplessly. “And Helen will murder Cutter in the supposed name of the greater good.”

And just like that, Abby can see a smoke-filled hallway and Cutter too tired to turn away when Helen finally shoots him. He dies in Connor’s arms, the mission unfinished.

It hits like a blow to the stomach. There’s no way. There’s no way.

But next to her, Sarah shifts uneasily in her seat, and Jenny visibly pales. Abby’s not sure how much each of them have lived through, but they all still seem to know. It’s a strange, collective knowledge.

That Abby wishes vehemently she didn’t have.

“And Connor?” Abby finally manages to ask.

“Oh, he survives,” John says with a reassuring smile. “He’s just the piece we need to set in place to make sure the changes keep hold, is all. Cutter and Stephen, they’re always going to be a part of this as long as Helen is. But without a little attention, we might lose Connor, which would be a bigger loss to the ARC than I think anyone cares to admit.”

To that, Abby doesn’t know what to say. It’s moderately reassuring that neither Sarah or Jenny can come up with anything either.

John looks between them with the growing realization that maybe he’s spoken too much, too fast.

“Girls,” he says. “I think you’re missing the point.”

“What, that the people we care about are dead?” Jenny asks gruffly.

“Well, to be fair, you’re all dead at some point in the timeline,” he says. “And there are other points where you cease to exist. That’s the nature of time and the finite measure of humanity.”

“Is that supposed to make us feel better?” Sarah says incredulously.

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” John says. “Because their deaths, their absences, don’t have to happen. That’s why you’re here. That’s what we can do. By saving these three men, we can cut the timeline in just the right places so it evens out the way it’s supposed to.”

“As if it’s that easy?” Abby says, the words thick. “Save three men and save the world?”

“Wait,” John says, looking genuinely perplexed. “I never said anything about easy, did I?”


“Let’s start with Cutter,” John says, when they’ve all had time to process it. It’s enough time and not enough time, and mostly Abby is so tired of time. “He’s really the most obvious one of the bunch, all things considered. Him and Helen, that’s the heart of this mess, and the fact that she’s able to pull the trigger on him makes it clear just how far gone she is.”

There’s nothing to say to that, nothing that makes any sense anyway. When this started, Cutter had been the natural leader. No one had had to assign him that role. He’d been the heart of it, and Abby had instinctively followed him because of who he was and what he was able to do.

In the beginning, though, seems like a feeble thing to say now.

“Jenny,” John says with a ready nod. “This one is all you.”

Jenny hides it well, but it’s clear that this makes her uncomfortable. It’s still strange, how much she looks like Claudia and how much she really isn’t her at all. But that connection she has with Cutter -- that seems to be the same.

“It’s also strangely, the easiest one,” John says. “Helen killing Cutter, that’s a point of no return -- for Helen and for the timeline. And the frustrating part is how simple it is to stop. Cutter has a thousand ways out of that situation and he doesn’t take any of them.”

Jenny asks stiffly, “So I’m supposed to give him a reason to live?”

“Oh, no,” John says. “Cutter’s going to be an idiot no matter what you do. You have to stop Helen.”

“Stop?” Jenny queries.

John nods unapologetically. “Permanently.”

“But if we kill her in one timeline, won’t she exist in others?” Sarah asks.

John gives an enthusiastic nod. “That’s right,” he says. “But that’s why you can’t use just any gun. You have to use this gun.”

Abby looks down at the table, and suddenly there’s a pistol there.

Jenny eyes it cautiously. “What’s so special about that gun?”

“Nothing more than any other gun you create here, I guess,” John says. “The key is that the bullets aren’t tied to time. You can’t use finite ammunition when you go. Killing her with this will effectively stop her in every timeline. With this gun, dead is dead and all the alternate timelines stop from that point out. Granted, we’ll be giving up certain things – like Claudia Brown existing and Captain Ryan surviving – but when you look at cosmic stability, this is our best possible timeline to preserve.”

Jenny picks the gun up, looking it over.

Abby shakes her head. “You said we were here to save lives, not take them.”

John shrugs. “You can feel free to try to talk her down first,” he says. “It won’t work.”

“But isn’t it still premeditated murder?” Abby asks.

“It’s just facts,” John says. “I could explain it to you--”

“This will save him, though?” Jenny interjects. “If I don’t do this, he’ll die?”

John sobers. “And the ARC will never be the same,” he confirms. “Neither will you.”

Sarah reaches out, putting a comforting hand on Jenny’s shoulder. “The ARC never really got over Cutter’s death,” she says, like she knows something they don’t. “You took it harder than most.”

“I could show you the happy endings,” John says. “I could show you the relationship that blossoms, the family that is made. I could show you the ARC as it becomes so much more than anyone could have ever imagined, just because Nick Cutter was a part of it.”

Jenny swallows hard, testing the gun in her hands again.

“But I don’t think it’s my story to tell,” John says. “It’s your story. You get to end it how you see fit, Jenny.”

She puts the gun down with a stolid nod. “Okay,” she says, calm and steady. “What next?”


Jenny’s reaction is ultimately pragmatic, despite the obvious emotional undertones in it.

Sarah approaches hers with more a more inquisitive nature, which reflects the weight of the task if not the personal connection.

“But I never met Stephen Hart,” Sarah says when John explains who she is supposed to save.

“That’s true,” John says. “But you saw the aftermath quite profoundly.”

“Cutter never was the same,” Jenny agrees quietly.

“But I don’t see how that puts me in a position to go about saving Stephen,” Sarah says.

Abby’s still too caught up that two of her teammates -- the most capable men she’s met -- are destined to die horrible, premature deaths. Shot by an ex-wife and mauled by creatures -- it’s impossible to say who has it worse, not that that’s a contest anyone wants to win.

“Oh, I don’t know,” John says. “I think you two would fancy each other.”

Sarah shakes her head. “That’s not a reason,” she objects. “Besides, I thought that killing Helen was the whole point. If we can do that, why do we need to go back and keep fixing other things? What about making too many cuts?”

“A very valid point,” John says. “And I suppose technically we could just kill Helen and not worry about Cutter and Stephen at all. That would rectify the timeline to prevent disaster but it would hardly create the future that’s truly intended.”

“And for that we need Stephen?” Sarah asks.

“More to the point, we need Stephen and Cutter,” John says. “The two of them are capable of impressive things together, things none of you would even believe.

“I might believe it,” Jenny says. “Stephen’s death destroyed Cutter.”

“And they’re flawless together in the field,” Abby says. “Best friends.”

John snaps his fingers in agreement. “And that’s how it’s supposed to be,” he says. “Before Helen goes around and messes it all up.”

“If that’s the case, then why don’t we just go back and stop Stephen from sleeping with Helen in the first place?” Sarah asks.

“Ironically, the affair is important to who they are,” John says. “The key is for them to move past it. If they can do that, then, I mean, come on. They’d be unstoppable together and the future would be secure, hands down, no matter what. Essentially, that’s the part that matters. I mean, we need to know the beginning and the end, but it’s the stuff in between that makes it all worthwhile.”

“But how am I supposed to save him from a locked room of predators?” Sarah asks.

“Well,” John says. “We’ll get to that.”

“We’ll get to that?” Sarah asks, almost incredulous. “It’s a little important.”

“A lot important,” John agrees. “But we still haven’t talked about how everything starts.”

He turns his eyes to Abby, and she shifts uncomfortably. She’s made the tacit decision to stay, but that doesn’t mean her doubts are fully alleviated. And, to be frank, she’s not sure how she feels about all this talk of death and dying. These men are her friends; she cares about them. She saw them just yesterday.

What feels like yesterday.

Time is getting away from her.

“What do you think, Abby?” he asks. “Ready to hear about your part?”

Abby swallows hard, but there’s no other choice but to nod her head.


“Now this,” John says after taking a breath. “This is where it gets complicated.”

That seems like an overstatement. This whole mess has been nothing but complicated.

“Just hear me out,” John says. “Remember the knot? About how making too many cuts can make the whole thing fall apart?”

“Sure,” Abby says. “Which is what we’re trying to avoid.”

“Yes,” John says. “But we can’t change the fact that going back will alter things. Helen’s already crossed the timelines more than you could possibly realize. As we start writing out her future, we risk destabilizing our own past.”

“But doesn’t that defeat the whole purpose?” Abby asks.

“That’s why I think we need to make one last cut,” John says. “Or not a cut, but a little repair work anyway, just to make sure this whole thing starts the way it’s supposed to.”

“The beginning,” Abby says, a little uncertainly now. “Of the anomalies?”

“No, of the team,” John says. “Of the ARC.”

“But how are we supposed to figure that out?” Abby asks.

“Easy,” John says. “Because it always comes back to the Forest of Dean.”

It seems so obvious when he says it, but the name still leaves her reeling. Her life would have been immeasurably different if she’d never set foot there.

She wonders if she could go back and change that.

Somehow, she knows that’s not what John has in mind.

“Helen’s always going to disappear in the Forest of Dean,” John says. “And that’s always going to be the place where the ARC gets it start, to control the growing incursions.”

“So if that’s always going to happen, then where do we come in?” Jenny asks.

“Because the ARC is just a benign government agency,” John says. “It’s the people that make a difference.”

“If we’re going to save Cutter and Stephen to help build the ARC, then we want to make sure that they still end up involved with the program at the beginning,” Sarah deduces. “All of it would be for nothing if they don’t start working for the program in the first place.”

“Exactly,” John says. “And neither of them would have gone to the Forest of Dean on that key day if not for Connor Temple.”

Abby draws her brows together. “And what exactly am I supposed to make sure Connor does?”

“Make sure he’s Connor, mostly,” John says. “He just has to see the article in the paper, and then his innate curiosity will do the rest.”

“So Sarah and Jenny, they get to save lives,” Abby says. “And I have to make sure Connor reads a newspaper?”

“Sounds small, I know,” John says. “But remember, if you can’t ensure the beginning, then none of the rest will matter.”

There are questions to be asked; there are doubts to be explored; but for some reason, Abby can’t come up with a single one.

Except this.

“How?” she asks, almost blurting it out. “All of this, even if I accept it in theory, how do we do it? I’m a zoologist. Jenny, you’re what, a PR representative? And Sarah, you’re an Egyptologist. We don’t have the skill sets to do half of what you’re asking.”

“Oh, don’t sell yourself short,” John cajoles.

“She’s right,” Sarah says. “I don’t think we’re ready.”

“Not yet, maybe,” John concedes.

“But I thought time was so important,” Jenny says, a slight edge to her voice.

“Time is important there,” John corrects. “Here? All we have is time.”


If Abby wants to argue the point, it’s lost on her quickly.

Or slowly.

Abby can’t be sure.

John tells them to sleep on it, and the next thing she knows time slips away from her. One day, two day, a week, a month: time’s never been more important and not important at all.

Ultimately, John’s telling the truth about this much.

All she has is time.


Abby’s never been particularly bothered by mortality, if only because she’s always suspected that eternity is a little boring.

This does not turn out to be the case.

John offers no further direction, but he does show her to a few key rooms in the castle. He gives her a living quarters (which includes that personalized wardrobe he’d shown her), complete with a private bathroom and lizard habitats lined up against one wall, opposite the broad window.

“In case you get lonely,” John tells her with a knowing smile.

He also shows her the kitchen, which is well stocked with food, and then subsequently tells her that he’ll be around if she needs her.

As if that is that.

Abby wants to be incredulous but the truth is, she’s too busy to muster it. Apart from preparing for her task, the castle itself is a marvel. She quickly finds the spa and the swimming pool, and it seems like no matter what corridor she turns down, there’s always something new to discover. A planetarium; a laboratory; a game room. There’s even a fully stocked bar and one day she finds a bowling alley.

It’s a bit like the TARDIS, she might imagine, only this castle is pretty damn big on the outside as well as the inside.

In all, she’s so preoccupied with eternity to be worried about eternity.

When the thought crosses her mind -- about the people she’s left at home, about the life she’s left behind -- she consoles herself with the idea that there’ll be time to worry about that later.



Posted by: knitekat (knitekat)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2015 09:24 pm (UTC)

Intriguing timey-wimey with more unanswered questions (for now).

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 24th, 2015 07:09 pm (UTC)
stephen cutter sit

I'm afraid the plot of this one just gets even more convoluted before it (hopefully!) gets better! I hope it's not too hard to follow!

Posted by: aunteeneenah (aunteeneenah)
Posted at: June 24th, 2015 02:49 am (UTC)

Oh yeah, more confused but I think I'm seeing the whole picture. Why do I have a feeling that getting Connor to go to see Professor Cutter is going to be harder than Abby thinks. This is really brilliant.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 24th, 2015 07:10 pm (UTC)
stephen cutter

LOL, I apologize that it's so complicated! I didn't intend that when I started, but my muse is prone to doing whatever it wants when I write. I hope it all comes together in the end!

Thanks for reading!

Posted by: nietie (nietie)
Posted at: June 24th, 2015 11:54 am (UTC)

Hahaha, I was just thinking that the castle was a bit like the TARDIS. Or like Denial's Sanctuary,

And I kept saying: Kill HELEN!

Very clever timey-wimey stuff. Fingers crossed and wishing the three women the best of luck.

“The creatures can’t come through after us, at least,” she says. “I think the anomalies are only visible to people after they’ve been here." Ooooh!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 24th, 2015 07:11 pm (UTC)
stephen hair

Strangely, writing this fic gave me a new appreciation for the writers of Doctor Who. Dealing with things that happen outside of time is not always easy when making a coherent plot!

Thanks :)

Posted by: goldarrow (goldarrow)
Posted at: June 24th, 2015 04:53 pm (UTC)
sarah2 reggietate

This is fascinating stuff!

and the fact that she’s able to pull the trigger on him makes it clear just how far gone she is.
Yes. This ^

we’ll be giving up certain things – like Claudia Brown existing and Captain Ryan surviving
NoNoNoNo! FIX IT! *throws tantrum*
LOL Hmm, what makes me think they'll manage to do those, too?

Loving this!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 24th, 2015 07:12 pm (UTC)
stephen cutter distance

LOL, I can't fix everything! At least, not if I want the fic to be finish at some point....

Hopefully it all comes to a satisfying end :)


Posted by: goldarrow (goldarrow)
Posted at: June 24th, 2015 10:03 pm (UTC)

LOL Saving Nick and Stephen is a pretty darned good amount of work, especially considering how idiotic they both can be!

I shall forgive you, since your stories are so terrific!

Posted by: fredbassett (fredbassett)
Posted at: June 24th, 2015 07:27 pm (UTC)

Shame John just seems to see Ryan as collateral damage :(

I can understand why Abby finds it hard to just trust him.

Posted by: lsellersfic (lsellersfic)
Posted at: June 27th, 2015 06:43 pm (UTC)

I love the theme of beginnings and endings and choices you have running throughout this fic, which really starts to come to the fore in this chapter.

Posted by: fififolle (fififolle)
Posted at: June 28th, 2015 09:03 am (UTC)
Primeval -

It seems like they can do this! But it's clearly complex. I'm really drawn in!

Posted by: kristen_mara (kristen_mara)
Posted at: July 14th, 2015 09:24 am (UTC)

Yes, Cutter will certainly be an idiot no matter what they do! LOL

And yes, Sarah and Stephen would really like each other

Intriguing intricacies about how to fix the mess that Helen has made and to save those that they can. Unstoppable N&S would be VERY good ;) Love Abby's thoughts and realisations in this

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