Hold My Silence (Chapter 7)
Title: Hold My Silence
Author: casy_dee
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: Connor/Abby
Spoiler: Series 3
Warning: Angst
Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Abby has secrets in her past, but is it right to keep them there? Can Connor accept it? Set in the Cretaceous...
Part: 7/?
Chapter one is here, Chapter two is here, Chapter three is here, Chapter four, Chapter five , Chapter six
Chapter Seven of Hold My Silence is Behind The Cut
Chapter 7
She woke next to him again the following morning. She was determined to hold it together today; she knew she had lost a measure of trust with Connor due to her reticence, and she desperately wanted to avoid a repeat performance of the uncomfortable tense silences of the day before. She plodded through what had become her typical morning routine and waited for Connor to wake. Abby tried not to think too hard on the fact that she had established a morning routine here… she'd not liked where those thoughts ended. Right on schedule, just after the water had heated through, Connor woke.
Abby gave him a timid smile and winced inwardly at the stark relief on his face before he attempted to cover it. He smiled back shyly, hope in his eyes and heart on his sleeve, and she was painfully reminded of the time he had looked at her the very same way… right before she had shattered him by saying she didn't want it to be weird between them. Abby had relived that moment again and again since that day. She could see he was remembering it as well by the way his smile had grown brittle around the edges before it slid from his face.
"Morning, Connor," she said, wanting to break the tension.
"Morning. So… did you sleep well?" he asked nervously.
She cleared her throat and nodded, "Yeah. I did, as well as I can here. You?"
"Same… but it was nice sleeping next to you," he added, his eyes cast downwards.
He glanced back up at her through his lashes and then back down as if he was afraid of her reaction. Once again, she could hardly blame him.
"It was," she agreed, her own face burning at the admission.
He met her eyes and grinned broadly. It was worth the embarrassment that admitting it cost her, just to see the pure joy bubbling up within him. She could hardly believe that such a small thing could make him so happy, but it did; it took little from her to make him happy. She had been fighting against her attraction to him for so long that now it took a concentrated effort on her part to give it to him. She decided straight away that she would try harder to show the things she thought and felt for him. She needn't be embarrassed with Connor; he knew she was softer inside than she would ever let on. In all honesty, he likely gave her more credit than she deserved; he seemed to think of her as a kind person, and she had never seen herself that way at all.
The next few days came and went, and Abby and Connor's relationship was much unchanged, aside from the fact that she lay down at his side every evening for bed and lay her head on his chest. He always wrapped his arms around her and he had even dared to kiss her hair softly, but that was as far as he ever took things. Connor had not even attempted to kiss her again, and Abby was beginning to wonder if maybe she had put a little too much emphasis on wanting to initiate things herself. Another few days passed and she was no longer sure if he was even interested in doing so.
The tension was growing between them again, and Abby was determined to put a stop to it. They were with each other twenty-four hours a day, and there was no way to hide it, or ignore it, or do any of the other things they often did to bury the truth and avoid the uncomfortable. Trapped in the past together, they depended on each other far too much to truly avoid the other, but Connor was giving it his best go. He was beginning to retreat from her, and that was something that hurt her much more deeply than she imagined it would. Possibly because she had never thought that Connor ever could pull away from her. She would confront him about it… soon. Definitely soon… just not now.
Abby never seemed to be able to find the right words to say to Connor. Every time she tried to put her thoughts into speech, they sounded all wrong. She resigned herself to try again tomorrow, secretly hoping that Connor would bring it up. He generally talked nonstop… his silence was even more telling than any words he could say. It was getting to the breaking point, and this time she didn't even know why or how it happened.
The end of the day came, and Connor was still ignoring her. Abby felt a moment of true fear as Connor failed to hold her to him that evening, but she wordlessly grasped his arms and positioned them around her and he let her. He didn't wish her sweet dreams, and there was no soft kiss on her hair. She swallowed back the tears rising, but one escaped her. She hoped he hadn't noticed. No. She had to be honest with herself, at least. She hoped he had.
The following day, Connor didn't even tell her good morning. Enough was enough. She watched him drink his 'tea,' which was in all actuality was made from the of inner bark of a tree. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't good either. They both drank it more for the comfort of a habit from home rather than for taste. She stared at him as she drank hers, hoping that he would ask her what was on her mind, or why she was staring, or something. He didn't rise to take the bait. She grumbled to herself and ignored him back, determined to one-up him.
By the time the day passed into late afternoon, Connor still hadn't offered up more than a few monosyllables. Her ploy of ignoring him had failed miserably. She just wanted this to stop. Well, she had never been one to mince words.
"This has to go both ways, Connor," she said bluntly.
"Eh?" he said in reply.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, "This," she said, gesturing between the two of them, "Us."
"What do ya mean? I've been giving ya space, like ya asked," he disagreed.
"No. You haven't been giving me space, you have been ignoring me. There is a difference," she argued.
"I have not," he countered, his voice rising an octave.
'You didn't even tell me good morning, Connor," she replied in challenge.
"I… Well, that is… I just… " he sighed and shook his head as if to clear it.
She waited, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.
"I-" he started, then broke off again, frustrated.
"You what?" she replied, equally frustrated.
"I don't know what to do," he admitted.
Abby stared at him, tried to hide her annoyance, "So you figured ignoring me was the answer?"
He shrugged, "I don't want to muck it up between us. Seemed a safe bet."
"Oh, Connor…" she sighed.
He looked back at her miserably, his face and ears red. They were such a mess. Connor had his own share of issues, but he'd never seen fit to share their basis with her, and she had never asked. She wanted to know, but she was afraid she would open Pandora's box if she did. She avoided any conversations dealing with her past, or anyone else's. She knew she came across as standoffish, but she knew nothing else. Oh, she could pretend well enough, but it was uncomfortable and felt awkward, even if she appeared confident. People were confusing; it was best if she stuck with her lizards.
She knew Connor had a mum that never came to see him, and that he got exactly one card at each birthday and Christmas, but never any presents. He always put them in his room, and never shared them with her. No one ever rang him on the phone at the flat, but he had his mobile with him constantly so she had no real idea of who might be calling. She'd overheard one conversation with his mum, but she had retreated quickly and quietly, feeling as if she was snooping. She couldn't help but remember the shame and pain in his voice as he talked to her… it had given her pause, even then. Connor was any mother's dream child… brilliant and sweet, handsome and kind. She couldn't see any reason for it.
"You can kiss me, if you like," she offered quietly.
"Whenever I like?" he asked carefully.
She was taken aback by the question, "Of course, that's what I meant."
He gave a short chuff of laughter. "Not what you said, though."
"Well you can, okay? I didn't mean you couldn't touch me," she explained.
He nodded, but something still seemed off with him. For one, she would have thought he would try to make good on her offer straight away, and he didn't. For another, he still looked miserable.
"Connor? What is it?" she asked after a few long uncomfortable moments.
He cast her one last serious but opaque stare, and she thought for a second he might speak. He shook his head and stood up, turning away from her.
"Nothin, Abby. We need to get moving, yeah?" he replied.
She snorted, "Fine. Whatever, let's go."
He turned back to her, again looked as if he might say something, but then snapped his mouth shut.
She followed him down to check their traps as they did every morning and evening. Abby tried not to get her hopes up for any mammals or fish, but it was hard. They had so little to look forward to, and good meals were rare. Connor had continued to improve his hunting prowess, but mammals were well outnumbered by dinosaurs in this era. They were eating regularly now, thanks to him… but it did not mean that it always tasted good. Salt… what she would give for a little salt.
They moved quietly, ever watchful for the family of Deinonychus that had moved into the clearing by the base of the waterfall and showed no desire to leave. Connor lowered his spear and waved her closer, gesturing that the area was clear at the moment. Abby went to the water traps while Connor checked the ground traps. She saw movement as she got closer, and had to suppress a whoop of joy as she saw three good sized fish in the trap. Fish were the one thing here that actually tasted good. They would feast tonight. Connor made his way back to her; he held up a small fur covered rat-like creature proudly.
She smiled and hugged him spontaneously; he hugged her back with one arm. He glanced at her mouth as if he was thinking about kissing her, but then broke away clearing his throat uncomfortably. She was too excited to let it bother her at the moment; she pointed down to the trap.
"Fish!" she exclaimed joyously.
He grinned back, dropped the rat-like creature and helped her dispatch the fish with a heavy rock. They carried back up their cache after Connor had cleaned and gutted the fish and she had done the same for the mammal. His hand was healing, but it was still tender so she took the more difficult of the two tasks. Abby built up the fire while Connor spitted their dinner, and then they both sat back to watch it roast. Connor tinkered with the anomaly opening device while their dinner cooked and Abby didn't even bother trying to occupy herself… her thoughts were enough.
She watched Connor and thought of what it would be like to have a life with him. She came to the conclusion that it had the potential to be good… very good. It was worth working for, she was sure of it. First she had to get Connor to talk to her without her losing her temper with him again. He was just so thick sometimes.
They ate quietly, enjoying the rare delicacies. Connor seemed to have warmed to her somewhat; he was looking at her now, although he still wasn't acting normal. Well… normal for Connor. She watched him, waiting for the right moment to act. When he made as if he was going to retire to bed early, she pounced. She sat across from him so he would have to look her in the face.
"What else was the problem, Connor? We are settling this," she asserted in her best 'no arguments' tone of voice.
He froze. "I thought we had?" he replied finally.
"No. You're acting weird," she retorted.
He winced and she instantly regretted her choice of words. Oh well, she was committed to this. She would see it through. Abby tried to be calm and easy with him. He was like a wounded animal right now, and she needed to remember that.
"Conn? You said you didn't know what to do. What did you mean?" she asked as gently as she could.
He shrugged, "I dunno, Abby. All of the sudden, I don't know how to act around you."
She wasn't buying it. That wasn't it. At least not all of it, "And?"
"And… you are acting like… like you had changed your mind again. Like nothing changed between us. I can't do that anymore, Abby. I just can't. Please don't ask me to. I'm afraid to kiss you, or hold your hand, or just touch you… and I want to, but I feel like I don't have the right," he admitted.
"I told you that you could kiss me, if you like. And I won't ask you to go back to how it was, okay? Connor, how about this? If you push things too far, I'll ask you to stop," she offered.
He shifted uncomfortably, but nodded.
"What?" she asked.
Connor met her gaze and gnawed his lip anxiously, "Can I try again, or should I wait for you to say something? What if I do something wrong? What if I scare you and you can't stand for me to be near you at all? What if…"
"Conn…," she said gently.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Do you want to kiss me, or not?" she asked, her harsh words tempered with humor.
He nodded and leaned in slowly. He cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand and brushed his lips against hers softly at first. As she opened her mouth to him he kissed her back more firmly, his tongue sweeping across hers. Abby melted into it, tangled her fingers into his hair and kissed him with all the fervor and heat she had been suppressing. He pulled her closer, and she put her other arm around him to respond in kind.
Although their embrace was heated and had him breathing unsteadily, Connor kept his hands in the safe zones. Abby had tensed slightly as he had pulled her into his lap, but this was Connor she was snogging. Connor was safe. His hands were gentle and his lips were soft, but the muscles of his chest and shoulders were hard under her roving hands. She was aroused, no doubt about it… but he seemed content for now just to kiss her, although the hardness pressing against her gave evidence to the contrary. He broke away and rested his forehead against hers. He was panting and had his eyes squeezed shut. Her own breathing was erratic; but she didn't want to chance going farther. This was so nice… she'd not want the moment ruined.
"I can kiss you anytime, yeah?" he whispered.
"Yeah." she replied, shocked at how low and hoarse she sounded.
The corner of his mouth lifted but he kept his eyes shut. "Good. I am trying to tell my body that, but I think it needed to hear it from you."
Abby couldn't help but smile, although her own body was needing some convincing as well.
A few moments later his eyes opened and he smiled at her, "We alright then?"
Abby nodded, "Think so, yes."
He kissed her again, soft, gentle, and sweet and then lay down for bed. She tucked herself in next to him and lay her head on his chest. She felt his lips as he kissed her hair.
"Sweet dreams, Abby," he said softly.
"Goodnight Connor," she answered.
She had a lot to think about, but she'd had a long emotional day and it had taken its toll. In the warm comfort of Connor's embrace she was asleep almost instantly. She thought she heard him whisper that he loved her, but it could have been the beginnings of a dream. In her dream, she told him she loved him back. She didn't know if she spoke he words aloud.
TBC
A/N: Angsty lil idiots, aren't they? Wouldn't be Connor and Abby if it wasn't. Well, what did you think? I really hope ya'll liked this. Please tell me if you did (or hated it)? Reviews are love and help me to write!
Author: casy_dee
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: Connor/Abby
Spoiler: Series 3
Warning: Angst
Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Abby has secrets in her past, but is it right to keep them there? Can Connor accept it? Set in the Cretaceous...
Part: 7/?
Chapter one is here, Chapter two is here, Chapter three is here, Chapter four, Chapter five , Chapter six
Chapter Seven of Hold My Silence is Behind The Cut
Chapter 7
She woke next to him again the following morning. She was determined to hold it together today; she knew she had lost a measure of trust with Connor due to her reticence, and she desperately wanted to avoid a repeat performance of the uncomfortable tense silences of the day before. She plodded through what had become her typical morning routine and waited for Connor to wake. Abby tried not to think too hard on the fact that she had established a morning routine here… she'd not liked where those thoughts ended. Right on schedule, just after the water had heated through, Connor woke.
Abby gave him a timid smile and winced inwardly at the stark relief on his face before he attempted to cover it. He smiled back shyly, hope in his eyes and heart on his sleeve, and she was painfully reminded of the time he had looked at her the very same way… right before she had shattered him by saying she didn't want it to be weird between them. Abby had relived that moment again and again since that day. She could see he was remembering it as well by the way his smile had grown brittle around the edges before it slid from his face.
"Morning, Connor," she said, wanting to break the tension.
"Morning. So… did you sleep well?" he asked nervously.
She cleared her throat and nodded, "Yeah. I did, as well as I can here. You?"
"Same… but it was nice sleeping next to you," he added, his eyes cast downwards.
He glanced back up at her through his lashes and then back down as if he was afraid of her reaction. Once again, she could hardly blame him.
"It was," she agreed, her own face burning at the admission.
He met her eyes and grinned broadly. It was worth the embarrassment that admitting it cost her, just to see the pure joy bubbling up within him. She could hardly believe that such a small thing could make him so happy, but it did; it took little from her to make him happy. She had been fighting against her attraction to him for so long that now it took a concentrated effort on her part to give it to him. She decided straight away that she would try harder to show the things she thought and felt for him. She needn't be embarrassed with Connor; he knew she was softer inside than she would ever let on. In all honesty, he likely gave her more credit than she deserved; he seemed to think of her as a kind person, and she had never seen herself that way at all.
The next few days came and went, and Abby and Connor's relationship was much unchanged, aside from the fact that she lay down at his side every evening for bed and lay her head on his chest. He always wrapped his arms around her and he had even dared to kiss her hair softly, but that was as far as he ever took things. Connor had not even attempted to kiss her again, and Abby was beginning to wonder if maybe she had put a little too much emphasis on wanting to initiate things herself. Another few days passed and she was no longer sure if he was even interested in doing so.
The tension was growing between them again, and Abby was determined to put a stop to it. They were with each other twenty-four hours a day, and there was no way to hide it, or ignore it, or do any of the other things they often did to bury the truth and avoid the uncomfortable. Trapped in the past together, they depended on each other far too much to truly avoid the other, but Connor was giving it his best go. He was beginning to retreat from her, and that was something that hurt her much more deeply than she imagined it would. Possibly because she had never thought that Connor ever could pull away from her. She would confront him about it… soon. Definitely soon… just not now.
Abby never seemed to be able to find the right words to say to Connor. Every time she tried to put her thoughts into speech, they sounded all wrong. She resigned herself to try again tomorrow, secretly hoping that Connor would bring it up. He generally talked nonstop… his silence was even more telling than any words he could say. It was getting to the breaking point, and this time she didn't even know why or how it happened.
The end of the day came, and Connor was still ignoring her. Abby felt a moment of true fear as Connor failed to hold her to him that evening, but she wordlessly grasped his arms and positioned them around her and he let her. He didn't wish her sweet dreams, and there was no soft kiss on her hair. She swallowed back the tears rising, but one escaped her. She hoped he hadn't noticed. No. She had to be honest with herself, at least. She hoped he had.
The following day, Connor didn't even tell her good morning. Enough was enough. She watched him drink his 'tea,' which was in all actuality was made from the of inner bark of a tree. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't good either. They both drank it more for the comfort of a habit from home rather than for taste. She stared at him as she drank hers, hoping that he would ask her what was on her mind, or why she was staring, or something. He didn't rise to take the bait. She grumbled to herself and ignored him back, determined to one-up him.
By the time the day passed into late afternoon, Connor still hadn't offered up more than a few monosyllables. Her ploy of ignoring him had failed miserably. She just wanted this to stop. Well, she had never been one to mince words.
"This has to go both ways, Connor," she said bluntly.
"Eh?" he said in reply.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, "This," she said, gesturing between the two of them, "Us."
"What do ya mean? I've been giving ya space, like ya asked," he disagreed.
"No. You haven't been giving me space, you have been ignoring me. There is a difference," she argued.
"I have not," he countered, his voice rising an octave.
'You didn't even tell me good morning, Connor," she replied in challenge.
"I… Well, that is… I just… " he sighed and shook his head as if to clear it.
She waited, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.
"I-" he started, then broke off again, frustrated.
"You what?" she replied, equally frustrated.
"I don't know what to do," he admitted.
Abby stared at him, tried to hide her annoyance, "So you figured ignoring me was the answer?"
He shrugged, "I don't want to muck it up between us. Seemed a safe bet."
"Oh, Connor…" she sighed.
He looked back at her miserably, his face and ears red. They were such a mess. Connor had his own share of issues, but he'd never seen fit to share their basis with her, and she had never asked. She wanted to know, but she was afraid she would open Pandora's box if she did. She avoided any conversations dealing with her past, or anyone else's. She knew she came across as standoffish, but she knew nothing else. Oh, she could pretend well enough, but it was uncomfortable and felt awkward, even if she appeared confident. People were confusing; it was best if she stuck with her lizards.
She knew Connor had a mum that never came to see him, and that he got exactly one card at each birthday and Christmas, but never any presents. He always put them in his room, and never shared them with her. No one ever rang him on the phone at the flat, but he had his mobile with him constantly so she had no real idea of who might be calling. She'd overheard one conversation with his mum, but she had retreated quickly and quietly, feeling as if she was snooping. She couldn't help but remember the shame and pain in his voice as he talked to her… it had given her pause, even then. Connor was any mother's dream child… brilliant and sweet, handsome and kind. She couldn't see any reason for it.
"You can kiss me, if you like," she offered quietly.
"Whenever I like?" he asked carefully.
She was taken aback by the question, "Of course, that's what I meant."
He gave a short chuff of laughter. "Not what you said, though."
"Well you can, okay? I didn't mean you couldn't touch me," she explained.
He nodded, but something still seemed off with him. For one, she would have thought he would try to make good on her offer straight away, and he didn't. For another, he still looked miserable.
"Connor? What is it?" she asked after a few long uncomfortable moments.
He cast her one last serious but opaque stare, and she thought for a second he might speak. He shook his head and stood up, turning away from her.
"Nothin, Abby. We need to get moving, yeah?" he replied.
She snorted, "Fine. Whatever, let's go."
He turned back to her, again looked as if he might say something, but then snapped his mouth shut.
She followed him down to check their traps as they did every morning and evening. Abby tried not to get her hopes up for any mammals or fish, but it was hard. They had so little to look forward to, and good meals were rare. Connor had continued to improve his hunting prowess, but mammals were well outnumbered by dinosaurs in this era. They were eating regularly now, thanks to him… but it did not mean that it always tasted good. Salt… what she would give for a little salt.
They moved quietly, ever watchful for the family of Deinonychus that had moved into the clearing by the base of the waterfall and showed no desire to leave. Connor lowered his spear and waved her closer, gesturing that the area was clear at the moment. Abby went to the water traps while Connor checked the ground traps. She saw movement as she got closer, and had to suppress a whoop of joy as she saw three good sized fish in the trap. Fish were the one thing here that actually tasted good. They would feast tonight. Connor made his way back to her; he held up a small fur covered rat-like creature proudly.
She smiled and hugged him spontaneously; he hugged her back with one arm. He glanced at her mouth as if he was thinking about kissing her, but then broke away clearing his throat uncomfortably. She was too excited to let it bother her at the moment; she pointed down to the trap.
"Fish!" she exclaimed joyously.
He grinned back, dropped the rat-like creature and helped her dispatch the fish with a heavy rock. They carried back up their cache after Connor had cleaned and gutted the fish and she had done the same for the mammal. His hand was healing, but it was still tender so she took the more difficult of the two tasks. Abby built up the fire while Connor spitted their dinner, and then they both sat back to watch it roast. Connor tinkered with the anomaly opening device while their dinner cooked and Abby didn't even bother trying to occupy herself… her thoughts were enough.
She watched Connor and thought of what it would be like to have a life with him. She came to the conclusion that it had the potential to be good… very good. It was worth working for, she was sure of it. First she had to get Connor to talk to her without her losing her temper with him again. He was just so thick sometimes.
They ate quietly, enjoying the rare delicacies. Connor seemed to have warmed to her somewhat; he was looking at her now, although he still wasn't acting normal. Well… normal for Connor. She watched him, waiting for the right moment to act. When he made as if he was going to retire to bed early, she pounced. She sat across from him so he would have to look her in the face.
"What else was the problem, Connor? We are settling this," she asserted in her best 'no arguments' tone of voice.
He froze. "I thought we had?" he replied finally.
"No. You're acting weird," she retorted.
He winced and she instantly regretted her choice of words. Oh well, she was committed to this. She would see it through. Abby tried to be calm and easy with him. He was like a wounded animal right now, and she needed to remember that.
"Conn? You said you didn't know what to do. What did you mean?" she asked as gently as she could.
He shrugged, "I dunno, Abby. All of the sudden, I don't know how to act around you."
She wasn't buying it. That wasn't it. At least not all of it, "And?"
"And… you are acting like… like you had changed your mind again. Like nothing changed between us. I can't do that anymore, Abby. I just can't. Please don't ask me to. I'm afraid to kiss you, or hold your hand, or just touch you… and I want to, but I feel like I don't have the right," he admitted.
"I told you that you could kiss me, if you like. And I won't ask you to go back to how it was, okay? Connor, how about this? If you push things too far, I'll ask you to stop," she offered.
He shifted uncomfortably, but nodded.
"What?" she asked.
Connor met her gaze and gnawed his lip anxiously, "Can I try again, or should I wait for you to say something? What if I do something wrong? What if I scare you and you can't stand for me to be near you at all? What if…"
"Conn…," she said gently.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Do you want to kiss me, or not?" she asked, her harsh words tempered with humor.
He nodded and leaned in slowly. He cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand and brushed his lips against hers softly at first. As she opened her mouth to him he kissed her back more firmly, his tongue sweeping across hers. Abby melted into it, tangled her fingers into his hair and kissed him with all the fervor and heat she had been suppressing. He pulled her closer, and she put her other arm around him to respond in kind.
Although their embrace was heated and had him breathing unsteadily, Connor kept his hands in the safe zones. Abby had tensed slightly as he had pulled her into his lap, but this was Connor she was snogging. Connor was safe. His hands were gentle and his lips were soft, but the muscles of his chest and shoulders were hard under her roving hands. She was aroused, no doubt about it… but he seemed content for now just to kiss her, although the hardness pressing against her gave evidence to the contrary. He broke away and rested his forehead against hers. He was panting and had his eyes squeezed shut. Her own breathing was erratic; but she didn't want to chance going farther. This was so nice… she'd not want the moment ruined.
"I can kiss you anytime, yeah?" he whispered.
"Yeah." she replied, shocked at how low and hoarse she sounded.
The corner of his mouth lifted but he kept his eyes shut. "Good. I am trying to tell my body that, but I think it needed to hear it from you."
Abby couldn't help but smile, although her own body was needing some convincing as well.
A few moments later his eyes opened and he smiled at her, "We alright then?"
Abby nodded, "Think so, yes."
He kissed her again, soft, gentle, and sweet and then lay down for bed. She tucked herself in next to him and lay her head on his chest. She felt his lips as he kissed her hair.
"Sweet dreams, Abby," he said softly.
"Goodnight Connor," she answered.
She had a lot to think about, but she'd had a long emotional day and it had taken its toll. In the warm comfort of Connor's embrace she was asleep almost instantly. She thought she heard him whisper that he loved her, but it could have been the beginnings of a dream. In her dream, she told him she loved him back. She didn't know if she spoke he words aloud.
TBC
A/N: Angsty lil idiots, aren't they? Wouldn't be Connor and Abby if it wasn't. Well, what did you think? I really hope ya'll liked this. Please tell me if you did (or hated it)? Reviews are love and help me to write!