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deeperwondermentTitle: Never Alone
Author:shadowcat
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/Characters: Hilary Becker/Abby Maitland
Rating/Category: PG-13
Summary: The first few weeks alone had been the hardest.
Words: 800
Notes: This was written for challenge #014 -- Alone at drabble365days
The first few weeks alone had been the hardest.
After the fight with Helen, she had run back to where the anomaly was, only to watch it close right as she arrived at the site.
“No!” She had screamed, reaching her hand to where it had been. “NO!”
No amount of screaming caused the anomaly to re-open, though. After some time, her brain clicked onto automatic pilot for survival. This would be a lot harder than surviving on the streets as a runaway, but surely she could keep herself alive for a day or two until Connor or Sarah managed to open an anomaly and come get her. When she didn’t come back to Danny and Connor, they would know that she needed help.
First though, she had to make sure she had what she needed to stay alive.
Reluctantly, she went back to the cliff that the raptor had taken her enemy over. Carefully, she climbed down to the ravine floor, and approached Helen’s body. Both Helen and the raptor were very dead. She mourned for the raptor, but not for Helen. Helen had hurt too many people and killed too many she cared about for her to feel any regrets about her death.
It still took her some time before she had the courage worked up to search all of Helen’s pockets and collect whatever she thought she could use. She also removed the other woman’s jacket. She had no idea how cold it would get during the night and she might need it. Then, she climbed up the other side of the cliff to find Helen’s backpack and any other weapons she may have had with her.
She spent the first few nights up in a shelter of trees that was near the anomaly site. She didn’t have any devices to predict them like Connor did – and she wouldn’t know how to work them if she did – so she had to watch for the anomaly to return.
It never did.
Between her supplies that Becker had packed her – and god, was she ever going to see him again? – and the supplies she raided from Helen’s belongings, she had a pretty good set of tools and weapons. She kept the gun, even though she knew that the bullets would have to be conserved. (Not to mention what finding bullets in this time period would do to the archaeology records of this time in the future. Professor Cutter would be proud of her for thinking about that, she was sure.)
She had to leave her shelter in the trees when the Australopithecus tribe that survived Helen’s attack took offense to her being there. Considering what had happened to the other tribe not too far away, she couldn’t blame them for not trusting a creature that they didn’t recognize.
She travelled for awhile, hoping to come across other anomalies, but that never happened. The first few weeks, she tried talking to herself to keep herself focused, but all too soon that only made her feel like she was losing her mind.
She got used to the silence a lot quicker than she expected. With nothing to distract her, she was able to learn how different animals sounded and how to tell when one of them was hunting or if they were just moving from feeding area to feeding area. It didn’t take long for her to figure out migratory patterns and like every other predator, she learned to follow the herds of plant eaters from season to season.
She counted time by sunrises and sunsets, and wrote down each one in one of the empty journals that had been in Helen’s pack. After she had counted thirty days six times, she wondered if this kind of existence had been what had caused Helen Cutter to go absolutely insane.
There were times that it would have been easy for her to give up, or for her to let her grip on sanity fade away like Helen had done. However, every time she was tempted to just give in to the urges to become more unhinged than she was already, she was reminded that she had something Helen didn’t have.
She had people that loved her waiting for her to find her way home.
She had Becker. Captain Becker with the dark eyes and the fierce protective instinct. The man that loved her completely.
She had Danny and Connor. They loved her, too.
There were Sarah and Jenny and Lester.
These people loved her and needed her to hold onto herself as hard as she could until they could get to her or she could get home.
Even stranded so far in the past and away from those she loved, she had to remember that she wasn’t ever alone.
She had them.
Author:
shadowcatFandom: Primeval
Pairing/Characters: Hilary Becker/Abby Maitland
Rating/Category: PG-13
Summary: The first few weeks alone had been the hardest.
Words: 800
Notes: This was written for challenge #014 -- Alone at drabble365days
The first few weeks alone had been the hardest.
After the fight with Helen, she had run back to where the anomaly was, only to watch it close right as she arrived at the site.
“No!” She had screamed, reaching her hand to where it had been. “NO!”
No amount of screaming caused the anomaly to re-open, though. After some time, her brain clicked onto automatic pilot for survival. This would be a lot harder than surviving on the streets as a runaway, but surely she could keep herself alive for a day or two until Connor or Sarah managed to open an anomaly and come get her. When she didn’t come back to Danny and Connor, they would know that she needed help.
First though, she had to make sure she had what she needed to stay alive.
Reluctantly, she went back to the cliff that the raptor had taken her enemy over. Carefully, she climbed down to the ravine floor, and approached Helen’s body. Both Helen and the raptor were very dead. She mourned for the raptor, but not for Helen. Helen had hurt too many people and killed too many she cared about for her to feel any regrets about her death.
It still took her some time before she had the courage worked up to search all of Helen’s pockets and collect whatever she thought she could use. She also removed the other woman’s jacket. She had no idea how cold it would get during the night and she might need it. Then, she climbed up the other side of the cliff to find Helen’s backpack and any other weapons she may have had with her.
She spent the first few nights up in a shelter of trees that was near the anomaly site. She didn’t have any devices to predict them like Connor did – and she wouldn’t know how to work them if she did – so she had to watch for the anomaly to return.
It never did.
Between her supplies that Becker had packed her – and god, was she ever going to see him again? – and the supplies she raided from Helen’s belongings, she had a pretty good set of tools and weapons. She kept the gun, even though she knew that the bullets would have to be conserved. (Not to mention what finding bullets in this time period would do to the archaeology records of this time in the future. Professor Cutter would be proud of her for thinking about that, she was sure.)
She had to leave her shelter in the trees when the Australopithecus tribe that survived Helen’s attack took offense to her being there. Considering what had happened to the other tribe not too far away, she couldn’t blame them for not trusting a creature that they didn’t recognize.
She travelled for awhile, hoping to come across other anomalies, but that never happened. The first few weeks, she tried talking to herself to keep herself focused, but all too soon that only made her feel like she was losing her mind.
She got used to the silence a lot quicker than she expected. With nothing to distract her, she was able to learn how different animals sounded and how to tell when one of them was hunting or if they were just moving from feeding area to feeding area. It didn’t take long for her to figure out migratory patterns and like every other predator, she learned to follow the herds of plant eaters from season to season.
She counted time by sunrises and sunsets, and wrote down each one in one of the empty journals that had been in Helen’s pack. After she had counted thirty days six times, she wondered if this kind of existence had been what had caused Helen Cutter to go absolutely insane.
There were times that it would have been easy for her to give up, or for her to let her grip on sanity fade away like Helen had done. However, every time she was tempted to just give in to the urges to become more unhinged than she was already, she was reminded that she had something Helen didn’t have.
She had people that loved her waiting for her to find her way home.
She had Becker. Captain Becker with the dark eyes and the fierce protective instinct. The man that loved her completely.
She had Danny and Connor. They loved her, too.
There were Sarah and Jenny and Lester.
These people loved her and needed her to hold onto herself as hard as she could until they could get to her or she could get home.
Even stranded so far in the past and away from those she loved, she had to remember that she wasn’t ever alone.
She had them.
