Forests Of Her Heart
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deeperwondermentTitle: Forests Of Her Heart
Author:shadowcat
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/Characters: Abby Maitland
Rating/Category: PG
Summary: It was one thing she had to thank Helen Cutter for, even if she hated it.
Words: 600
Notes: This was written for challenge #009 -- Forest at drabble365days
If there was one thing about being trapped in the past that she was starting to see beauty in, it was the wildness of the forests that she moved through. Even the protected forests back home couldn’t hold a torch to the things she was seeing in these prehistoric forests. There were trees and plants she had never seen anywhere but in science journals and here she was able to experience them first hand. She wrote down every detail in her journal because she knew that one day everyone back home would want to know about her experiences and her thoughts. There was no way she would be able to remember everything if she didn’t write it down.
It was one thing she had to thank Helen Cutter for, even if she hated it. When she had gone through the dead woman’s backpack, she had found numerous blank journals and writing implements. Thanks to the pilfered supplies, she had enough journals to last a long time – hopefully she would be home before she used even half of them.
Another day of hunting and following the herbivores led to another night of climbing into the trees to wait for the sun to rise again.
In between those sunrises when she wasn’t sleeping – and it took awhile to get comfortable enough to fall asleep even for a short period – she would watch the forest go to sleep and then come to life again as the nocturnal creatures moved about. Even when you couldn’t see everything, the forest was still very much alive. She could hear animals calling to each other and some she had even started to recognize from individual creatures. She would lean against the rough bark of the tree trunk she was sheltering in for the night and just listen as the forest went about its business.
She hadn’t thought that she would ever feel so at home in a wild place before. The last few weeks had taught her that she very much had something within her that identified and felt at home with the wilderness around her. It didn’t mean that she wanted to be at home any less desperately, but it did mean that she was recognizing her ability to adapt to her surroundings.
She wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. After all, Helen had travelled through the anomalies to many different worlds for years and she had lost what mind she might have had at one time.
“I’m not her,” she whispered to herself fiercely. “I’m not anything like her. I have respect for all life – not just what I think should be allowed to thrive.”
She would tell herself that often when she thought she was allowing too much of her to get caught up and lost in the way of the forests she passed through. She would remind herself that she was here experiencing all of this because she had cared enough about all life to risk her own to follow Helen Cutter and stop her. If it hadn’t been for that, she would never have been trapped here and be seeing things that no other scientist had ever seen.
Because as the weeks passed, there was something about the forests that called to her more and more and she worried about what would happen when she finally came across an open anomaly.
Would she choose to return to the home that she knew – or would she be foolish enough to choose another path she had no business choosing.
Was this what had started the changes in Helen?
Author:
shadowcatFandom: Primeval
Pairing/Characters: Abby Maitland
Rating/Category: PG
Summary: It was one thing she had to thank Helen Cutter for, even if she hated it.
Words: 600
Notes: This was written for challenge #009 -- Forest at drabble365days
If there was one thing about being trapped in the past that she was starting to see beauty in, it was the wildness of the forests that she moved through. Even the protected forests back home couldn’t hold a torch to the things she was seeing in these prehistoric forests. There were trees and plants she had never seen anywhere but in science journals and here she was able to experience them first hand. She wrote down every detail in her journal because she knew that one day everyone back home would want to know about her experiences and her thoughts. There was no way she would be able to remember everything if she didn’t write it down.
It was one thing she had to thank Helen Cutter for, even if she hated it. When she had gone through the dead woman’s backpack, she had found numerous blank journals and writing implements. Thanks to the pilfered supplies, she had enough journals to last a long time – hopefully she would be home before she used even half of them.
Another day of hunting and following the herbivores led to another night of climbing into the trees to wait for the sun to rise again.
In between those sunrises when she wasn’t sleeping – and it took awhile to get comfortable enough to fall asleep even for a short period – she would watch the forest go to sleep and then come to life again as the nocturnal creatures moved about. Even when you couldn’t see everything, the forest was still very much alive. She could hear animals calling to each other and some she had even started to recognize from individual creatures. She would lean against the rough bark of the tree trunk she was sheltering in for the night and just listen as the forest went about its business.
She hadn’t thought that she would ever feel so at home in a wild place before. The last few weeks had taught her that she very much had something within her that identified and felt at home with the wilderness around her. It didn’t mean that she wanted to be at home any less desperately, but it did mean that she was recognizing her ability to adapt to her surroundings.
She wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. After all, Helen had travelled through the anomalies to many different worlds for years and she had lost what mind she might have had at one time.
“I’m not her,” she whispered to herself fiercely. “I’m not anything like her. I have respect for all life – not just what I think should be allowed to thrive.”
She would tell herself that often when she thought she was allowing too much of her to get caught up and lost in the way of the forests she passed through. She would remind herself that she was here experiencing all of this because she had cared enough about all life to risk her own to follow Helen Cutter and stop her. If it hadn’t been for that, she would never have been trapped here and be seeing things that no other scientist had ever seen.
Because as the weeks passed, there was something about the forests that called to her more and more and she worried about what would happen when she finally came across an open anomaly.
Would she choose to return to the home that she knew – or would she be foolish enough to choose another path she had no business choosing.
Was this what had started the changes in Helen?
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