Fic: We Need a Holiday
Title: We Need a Holiday
Author: casy_dee
Rating: T (will be M)
Characters/Pairing: Connor/Abby
Spoiler: S4 (slight)
Warning: none
Genre: Action Adventure, romance and smut
Chapter: 1/ 2 or 3?
Summary: This is a little fic for evenstar_estel who needs a little cheering, and I have incorporated her lovely conbykink prompt in, as well. Abby and Connor finally get a well deserved romantic holiday... only trouble always seems to find them.
Prompt: Abby and Connor are missing the more pleasant aspects of their time in the Creataceous, specifically the beauty and purity of nature. In wanting to recapture some of that, they steal away to a secluded forest for lots of sex in the great outdoors.
We Need a Holiday
They’d earned a holiday. A real holiday, not what they usually got... a few days off whilst firmly attached to the tether of a mobile phone. After the mess they’d dealt with over the past months concerning the new regime of the ARC, they deserved it. If it weren’t for Connor and Abby, there would be no ARC... or at least, the ARC would have been subverted, and all for greed and arrogance. Two motivations that Connor could barely comprehend… his brain just wasn’t wired that way. Abby hoped to hell it never would be. Enough of his innocence had been taken from him, she’d not want to see him lose that, too.
It had been a rough going for a time at the ARC, once they’d returned. Connor had even been sacked, and she’d started to believe that he was suffering from post traumatic stress and paranoia. He’d seen enemies everywhere, and he had just snapped after they sacked him. He’d been right though, and she was glad she’d squashed her own doubts and stood behind him through it all. He had admitted that she was the only thing that had kept him going, and if she’d abandoned him as the rest had, he would have given up. Abby didn’t believe that for a second.
Connor believed that had they simply fallen in line and accepted the new regime unquestioningly, the horrifying future they had witnessed of an empty human less world filled with future predators would have come to pass. Abby was not so sure about that, but when Connor started going on about divergent timelines she always got a little bit lost. She’d just rather be grateful they’d made it home, and that the ARC was once again focused on what Cutter had wanted… to unravel the mystery behind the anomalies so they could be stopped. He would have been so proud of Connor.
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Abby and Connor were stood in Lester’s office, waiting for him to acknowledge their presence. Connor was fidgeting, the agitation showing through despite his attempt to remain calm. The muscle in his jaw ticked as he waited for the answer to the question he’d posed. They’d never really been given the time they needed to just settle into the modern world again, and Connor had insisted that they’d be given it now, since things had mostly settled down. Lester hadn’t even raised his eyes as he replied that they were needed at the ARC and it was out of the question.
“You got on fine without us whilst we were abandoned in the Cretaceous, din’t ya?” Connor shot back.
Lester smirked but continued to read the file he had spread before him on his desk, “And I think that a year away is more than adequate for a holiday.”
Connor quite literally growled as he took an aggressive step forward so that he was stood directly in front of Lester’s desk. Abby watched with raised eyebrows as Connor curled his fingers into fists so tight they were white knuckled, planted them on the desk and stared Lester down with a look of such fierce indignation that Lester had actually pushed himself backwards in his chair. He’d gotten Lester’s undivided attention from that point forward. Before she knew how it happened, they’d been booked for a trip, and it was to be paid for by the ARC. Connor had claimed it was their due for ‘hazardous duties performed in service of the Government.’ Bloody brilliant, was what it was.
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Connor smiled shyly at Abby as he disclosed their destination, hoping that he’d made a good choice. He’d managed to keep it a secret all the way until they had boarded a plane for the final leg of the journey. When Abby had said she wished they could just get away from it all and go somewhere wild and unspoiled, Connor knew he had to act. She’d seemed so sad, choked by the press of technology and people. She missed their time in the past, she admitted. Connor most certainly did not, but he did miss having Abby all to himself, and he missed the sheer beauty of the unspoiled wilderness. Abby wanted a proper holiday, and what Abby wanted, Connor would give her… no matter what ‘it’ was.
Haltingly, he related that he’d reserved them a hut on one of the more remote islands of the Galapagos. They would be staying on the island of Espanola, home to the only color changing iguanas on the planet. He remembered Abby telling him all about the trip that one of her foster families had taken her onto the islands when she’d been a kid. It had been one of the rare happy stories of her childhood, and she’d mentioned that she’d love to go there again someday. He’d arranged for a personal tour of the adjoining islands, after which they would be left to their own devices.
Connor licked his lips nervously and waited for Abby’s reaction as he told her what he‘d planned. She threw her arms around him and kissed him breathless; when she broke away her smile warmed him through and through. He had done well. He grinned back, immensely self satisfied. Any time he was able to get that sort of reaction from Abby, it was worth any bother he’d suffered to get it… and this trip had been a lot of work.
Connor had truly outdone himself when putting together this trip. It was a prime example of just how good he was to her, and he was good to her. So much so, that for the millionth time Abby wondered what she’d been so afraid of. It should have never taken being trapped together in the Cretaceous for her to see what she’d been missing out on. Connor was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Some of the people at work thought her mad to be with him, and more than a few had questioned if she just felt obligated because of what they’d been through together. She’d set them straight. She was with Connor because he was Connor, and she loved him.
She was well aware that the new personnel at the ARC thought Connor was impetuous, unstable and perhaps dangerous, but Abby knew the real him. He was still the same sweet idealistic man she‘d always counted as a friend, he’d just become… tempered. The core of strength that had always been inside of him was even stronger, and had simply become more visible on the outside. He’d been affected by the time in the Cretaceous, just as she had, but it seemed to go deeper for him. She supposed after facing down the things they had, it was to be expected.
“I take it that means you approve, yeah?” he asked.
She nodded, “I do. How long have we got here?”
His smile dimmed slightly, “Four days. I tried for a week, but… well, I think I pushed as far as I was going to get. I’d really rather not be sacked again.”
Abby rolled her eyes, “Connor, as if they would. Especially after-”
He laughed, “Yeah, you‘re right.” he granted, “And like I said, I built it and I can bring it all down just as easy, can’t I?”
She smiled, amused at his cocky reply, “Connor, no work talk on holiday, okay?” Abby reminded him.
He nodded and put his arm around her, “Okay. Sorry. Let’s get our things and find our guide. He’s meant to meet us outside the airport.”
Connor was a bit put off by the tour guide, but they’d only be using him for one day. He was going to get them to their island and settled into their hut, and then he'd give them a tour. The full service yacht tours were far more typical tourist fare, but Connor would much rather keep his feet on the ground if at all possible, and Abby would be more interested in the land species verses the marine species anyway. They’d just be in the boat to get from one island to the next; he wanted to have a general lay of the land, and he thought Abby might enjoy it.
All visitors were supposed to be accompanied by a licensed Galapagos naturalist guide at all times, and they were supposed to remain on the trails and within the visitor sites. This was not what Abby would want, so Connor had found Alfredo, a guide that would accommodate their desire to be left alone… for a price. It was a bribe, pure and simple, but Connor figured he could overcome his distaste of the tour guide since he wouldn’t have to deal with him for long. He gritted his teeth as the man leered at Abby yet again. If he’d not stop looking at her like that, that is.
He’d also had to pull some strings to get them a hut on one of the unpopulated islands. They were usually reserved for scientific expedition teams, or for the very rich that wanted the privacy of their own strip of beach. He’d called in a favor from Jenny Lewis to secure it… she still had contacts in high places, and she’d been happy to call them in for Connor. It would be much like their time in the Cretaceous… minus the constant fear of death and the dinosaurs, that is.
Abby didn’t fancy their tour guide, but Connor had worked so hard to make this vacation perfect for her that she swallowed down the uncomfortable feeling that rose up every time he looked at her. One glance at Connor told her he’d not missed the way he was eying her, and the smarmy way he continued to complement them both gave her the shivers. She was even more uneasy as they boarded his “yacht,” but she pushed it down.
“Hey, Mr. Temple, you are government, yes?” Alfredo asked.
“Not exactly. I’m a… scientist, but I work for the government,” Connor hedged.
Alfredo nodded, “Good work?”
Connor smiled wryly, “Yeah. Good enough, I suppose.”
Alfredo made a noise of acknowledgement, “Must pay good to afford private hut.”
Abby narrowed her eyes at the man. He was asking entirely too many pointed questions about their work. Connor was starting to realize that as well, she was happy to see.
He just shrugged, “Not really, no, but the government is footing the bill on this one.”
Abby gave Connor a pointed stare, “I’m going to go have a bit of a lie down, Connor.”
It was code for ‘I’m going to call Becker and let him know our location.’ Connor nodded; he was rubbish at subterfuge, but at least he’d seemed to get the message to shut up. Part of the agreement to let them travel so far away was that they needed to check in regularly and keep the ARC informed of their location. It chaffed to be under such restrictions, but Becker had insisted in the name of security. They agreed to do it... for him.
Alfredo grinned, “Ah… best way! Free! You must be important, then?”
Connor followed Abby with his eyes as she went below deck, “I’d rather not talk about it, if ya don’t mind,”
Perhaps he could just offer him another bribe and have Alfredo drop them at their island? All he really wanted was some time alone with Abby, anyway. Connor held his hand to his stomach, trying to fight down the queasiness. He was beginning to get seasick, much to his dismay. He usually did alright for the short term, but the waves had gotten choppy, rocking the little boat violently. He planted his hands on the railing and leaned over, feeling his stomach roiling. This was so not how he wanted to spend his holiday with Abby.
Abby stiffened and froze as she heard Connor cry out; she suppressed her driving urge to come running to his aid, she needed to use her head. Perhaps he’d just injured himself? He was horribly accident prone and she’d feel a fool if she just rushed out like a madwoman because he’d hurt himself. Still... it paid to be cautious. She crept up the remaining few stairs and snuck around to the front of the yacht, keeping her body low. She ducked behind some crates as one of the three-man crew passed by, narrowly avoiding detection, and then crept forward. She cautiously peeked around to see the front deck. Absently she reflected that Connor would have known whether to call it port or aft or whatever.
No. She was not over-reacting at all. Connor lie on the deck, unconscious, and their guide Alfredo was stood over him with a large rifle in his hands. He whistled for one of his crew to tie him up and take him below deck. She spoke enough rudimentary Spanish to get the barest gist of the conversation, but it was enough to know they were up to nothing good.
Shit shit shit!
She’d been afraid of that. That guide had been much too interested in Connor. It was commonplace for travelers to be taken hostage in this part of the world in the hopes of receiving some sort of ransom. She’d guess that Alfredo had pegged Connor as a perfect hostage. Government job, enough pull to get a private hut, all alone with only his little girlfriend for company… bad thing was that he was right. Connor was invaluable to the ARC team, and he would be ransomed.
She ducked down below some crates and thought fast. They would be coming for her any moment. She needed to get off of the boat and call for backup… but what if she lost Connor? What if she couldn’t get help to him in time? What if… She shook her head, frustrated. She didn’t have time for this. She’d have to find a place to hide, but the ship was small, and they’d find her fairly quickly simply by searching the whole boat.
Her eyebrows knit together as she debated her options. Her eyes lit on the small lifeboat tied to the side of the yacht… option one, take the lifeboat, but she had to move quickly. Option two, somewhere to hide. She looked upwards, her eye catching on a loose board above her head. There was a pitched roof over the wheelhouse, and the boards that made up the ceiling were as warped and aging as the rest of the yacht, and one of them was pulled loose. There would be very little room in the crawlspace between the ceiling and the roof, but she doubted anyone would ever think to check there. It would be a very tight fit for her, and certainly none of the men would fit. She could transmit the coordinates to Becker, and keep an eye on Connor. If she could only think of a way to make the men on the yacht believe she’d jumped ship. The lifeboat… but she was running out of time.
Abby untied the boat and set it adrift and then clambered up the crates stacked by the wall where she‘d been hiding, moved the loose board out of the way, and levered herself up. It was a tight squeeze, but she managed to wedge herself into the tight space and replace the board. She couldn’t see Connor, but she could hear everything the men said on deck, and they were already looking for her. Connor was going to be frantic when he awoke… she wished she had a way to tell him she would get them out of this, somehow.
Connor winced as he came to, and then tried to reach for his pounding head, only to find that his hands were tied tightly behind him, and he‘d been secured to a chair. His eyes flew open, he blinked rapidly to try to clear the blood that had run into his right eye. He struggled, but he’d been tied too tightly. He was alone. Where was Abby? All the breath left his body as he thought what could be happening to her… the way that Alfredo was looking at her… what if they had her?
Connor struggled anew, ignoring the pain it caused, “Abby!” he screamed.
TBC
A/N: Hmm. I know. Sorry about that. Um, I’m starting on the next chapter though. Does that help?
Hope you like, and comments are love and they speed up that muse. *grins*
Author: casy_dee
Rating: T (will be M)
Characters/Pairing: Connor/Abby
Spoiler: S4 (slight)
Warning: none
Genre: Action Adventure, romance and smut
Chapter: 1/ 2 or 3?
Summary: This is a little fic for evenstar_estel who needs a little cheering, and I have incorporated her lovely conbykink prompt in, as well. Abby and Connor finally get a well deserved romantic holiday... only trouble always seems to find them.
Prompt: Abby and Connor are missing the more pleasant aspects of their time in the Creataceous, specifically the beauty and purity of nature. In wanting to recapture some of that, they steal away to a secluded forest for lots of sex in the great outdoors.
We Need a Holiday
They’d earned a holiday. A real holiday, not what they usually got... a few days off whilst firmly attached to the tether of a mobile phone. After the mess they’d dealt with over the past months concerning the new regime of the ARC, they deserved it. If it weren’t for Connor and Abby, there would be no ARC... or at least, the ARC would have been subverted, and all for greed and arrogance. Two motivations that Connor could barely comprehend… his brain just wasn’t wired that way. Abby hoped to hell it never would be. Enough of his innocence had been taken from him, she’d not want to see him lose that, too.
It had been a rough going for a time at the ARC, once they’d returned. Connor had even been sacked, and she’d started to believe that he was suffering from post traumatic stress and paranoia. He’d seen enemies everywhere, and he had just snapped after they sacked him. He’d been right though, and she was glad she’d squashed her own doubts and stood behind him through it all. He had admitted that she was the only thing that had kept him going, and if she’d abandoned him as the rest had, he would have given up. Abby didn’t believe that for a second.
Connor believed that had they simply fallen in line and accepted the new regime unquestioningly, the horrifying future they had witnessed of an empty human less world filled with future predators would have come to pass. Abby was not so sure about that, but when Connor started going on about divergent timelines she always got a little bit lost. She’d just rather be grateful they’d made it home, and that the ARC was once again focused on what Cutter had wanted… to unravel the mystery behind the anomalies so they could be stopped. He would have been so proud of Connor.
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Abby and Connor were stood in Lester’s office, waiting for him to acknowledge their presence. Connor was fidgeting, the agitation showing through despite his attempt to remain calm. The muscle in his jaw ticked as he waited for the answer to the question he’d posed. They’d never really been given the time they needed to just settle into the modern world again, and Connor had insisted that they’d be given it now, since things had mostly settled down. Lester hadn’t even raised his eyes as he replied that they were needed at the ARC and it was out of the question.
“You got on fine without us whilst we were abandoned in the Cretaceous, din’t ya?” Connor shot back.
Lester smirked but continued to read the file he had spread before him on his desk, “And I think that a year away is more than adequate for a holiday.”
Connor quite literally growled as he took an aggressive step forward so that he was stood directly in front of Lester’s desk. Abby watched with raised eyebrows as Connor curled his fingers into fists so tight they were white knuckled, planted them on the desk and stared Lester down with a look of such fierce indignation that Lester had actually pushed himself backwards in his chair. He’d gotten Lester’s undivided attention from that point forward. Before she knew how it happened, they’d been booked for a trip, and it was to be paid for by the ARC. Connor had claimed it was their due for ‘hazardous duties performed in service of the Government.’ Bloody brilliant, was what it was.
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Connor smiled shyly at Abby as he disclosed their destination, hoping that he’d made a good choice. He’d managed to keep it a secret all the way until they had boarded a plane for the final leg of the journey. When Abby had said she wished they could just get away from it all and go somewhere wild and unspoiled, Connor knew he had to act. She’d seemed so sad, choked by the press of technology and people. She missed their time in the past, she admitted. Connor most certainly did not, but he did miss having Abby all to himself, and he missed the sheer beauty of the unspoiled wilderness. Abby wanted a proper holiday, and what Abby wanted, Connor would give her… no matter what ‘it’ was.
Haltingly, he related that he’d reserved them a hut on one of the more remote islands of the Galapagos. They would be staying on the island of Espanola, home to the only color changing iguanas on the planet. He remembered Abby telling him all about the trip that one of her foster families had taken her onto the islands when she’d been a kid. It had been one of the rare happy stories of her childhood, and she’d mentioned that she’d love to go there again someday. He’d arranged for a personal tour of the adjoining islands, after which they would be left to their own devices.
Connor licked his lips nervously and waited for Abby’s reaction as he told her what he‘d planned. She threw her arms around him and kissed him breathless; when she broke away her smile warmed him through and through. He had done well. He grinned back, immensely self satisfied. Any time he was able to get that sort of reaction from Abby, it was worth any bother he’d suffered to get it… and this trip had been a lot of work.
Connor had truly outdone himself when putting together this trip. It was a prime example of just how good he was to her, and he was good to her. So much so, that for the millionth time Abby wondered what she’d been so afraid of. It should have never taken being trapped together in the Cretaceous for her to see what she’d been missing out on. Connor was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Some of the people at work thought her mad to be with him, and more than a few had questioned if she just felt obligated because of what they’d been through together. She’d set them straight. She was with Connor because he was Connor, and she loved him.
She was well aware that the new personnel at the ARC thought Connor was impetuous, unstable and perhaps dangerous, but Abby knew the real him. He was still the same sweet idealistic man she‘d always counted as a friend, he’d just become… tempered. The core of strength that had always been inside of him was even stronger, and had simply become more visible on the outside. He’d been affected by the time in the Cretaceous, just as she had, but it seemed to go deeper for him. She supposed after facing down the things they had, it was to be expected.
“I take it that means you approve, yeah?” he asked.
She nodded, “I do. How long have we got here?”
His smile dimmed slightly, “Four days. I tried for a week, but… well, I think I pushed as far as I was going to get. I’d really rather not be sacked again.”
Abby rolled her eyes, “Connor, as if they would. Especially after-”
He laughed, “Yeah, you‘re right.” he granted, “And like I said, I built it and I can bring it all down just as easy, can’t I?”
She smiled, amused at his cocky reply, “Connor, no work talk on holiday, okay?” Abby reminded him.
He nodded and put his arm around her, “Okay. Sorry. Let’s get our things and find our guide. He’s meant to meet us outside the airport.”
Connor was a bit put off by the tour guide, but they’d only be using him for one day. He was going to get them to their island and settled into their hut, and then he'd give them a tour. The full service yacht tours were far more typical tourist fare, but Connor would much rather keep his feet on the ground if at all possible, and Abby would be more interested in the land species verses the marine species anyway. They’d just be in the boat to get from one island to the next; he wanted to have a general lay of the land, and he thought Abby might enjoy it.
All visitors were supposed to be accompanied by a licensed Galapagos naturalist guide at all times, and they were supposed to remain on the trails and within the visitor sites. This was not what Abby would want, so Connor had found Alfredo, a guide that would accommodate their desire to be left alone… for a price. It was a bribe, pure and simple, but Connor figured he could overcome his distaste of the tour guide since he wouldn’t have to deal with him for long. He gritted his teeth as the man leered at Abby yet again. If he’d not stop looking at her like that, that is.
He’d also had to pull some strings to get them a hut on one of the unpopulated islands. They were usually reserved for scientific expedition teams, or for the very rich that wanted the privacy of their own strip of beach. He’d called in a favor from Jenny Lewis to secure it… she still had contacts in high places, and she’d been happy to call them in for Connor. It would be much like their time in the Cretaceous… minus the constant fear of death and the dinosaurs, that is.
Abby didn’t fancy their tour guide, but Connor had worked so hard to make this vacation perfect for her that she swallowed down the uncomfortable feeling that rose up every time he looked at her. One glance at Connor told her he’d not missed the way he was eying her, and the smarmy way he continued to complement them both gave her the shivers. She was even more uneasy as they boarded his “yacht,” but she pushed it down.
“Hey, Mr. Temple, you are government, yes?” Alfredo asked.
“Not exactly. I’m a… scientist, but I work for the government,” Connor hedged.
Alfredo nodded, “Good work?”
Connor smiled wryly, “Yeah. Good enough, I suppose.”
Alfredo made a noise of acknowledgement, “Must pay good to afford private hut.”
Abby narrowed her eyes at the man. He was asking entirely too many pointed questions about their work. Connor was starting to realize that as well, she was happy to see.
He just shrugged, “Not really, no, but the government is footing the bill on this one.”
Abby gave Connor a pointed stare, “I’m going to go have a bit of a lie down, Connor.”
It was code for ‘I’m going to call Becker and let him know our location.’ Connor nodded; he was rubbish at subterfuge, but at least he’d seemed to get the message to shut up. Part of the agreement to let them travel so far away was that they needed to check in regularly and keep the ARC informed of their location. It chaffed to be under such restrictions, but Becker had insisted in the name of security. They agreed to do it... for him.
Alfredo grinned, “Ah… best way! Free! You must be important, then?”
Connor followed Abby with his eyes as she went below deck, “I’d rather not talk about it, if ya don’t mind,”
Perhaps he could just offer him another bribe and have Alfredo drop them at their island? All he really wanted was some time alone with Abby, anyway. Connor held his hand to his stomach, trying to fight down the queasiness. He was beginning to get seasick, much to his dismay. He usually did alright for the short term, but the waves had gotten choppy, rocking the little boat violently. He planted his hands on the railing and leaned over, feeling his stomach roiling. This was so not how he wanted to spend his holiday with Abby.
Abby stiffened and froze as she heard Connor cry out; she suppressed her driving urge to come running to his aid, she needed to use her head. Perhaps he’d just injured himself? He was horribly accident prone and she’d feel a fool if she just rushed out like a madwoman because he’d hurt himself. Still... it paid to be cautious. She crept up the remaining few stairs and snuck around to the front of the yacht, keeping her body low. She ducked behind some crates as one of the three-man crew passed by, narrowly avoiding detection, and then crept forward. She cautiously peeked around to see the front deck. Absently she reflected that Connor would have known whether to call it port or aft or whatever.
No. She was not over-reacting at all. Connor lie on the deck, unconscious, and their guide Alfredo was stood over him with a large rifle in his hands. He whistled for one of his crew to tie him up and take him below deck. She spoke enough rudimentary Spanish to get the barest gist of the conversation, but it was enough to know they were up to nothing good.
Shit shit shit!
She’d been afraid of that. That guide had been much too interested in Connor. It was commonplace for travelers to be taken hostage in this part of the world in the hopes of receiving some sort of ransom. She’d guess that Alfredo had pegged Connor as a perfect hostage. Government job, enough pull to get a private hut, all alone with only his little girlfriend for company… bad thing was that he was right. Connor was invaluable to the ARC team, and he would be ransomed.
She ducked down below some crates and thought fast. They would be coming for her any moment. She needed to get off of the boat and call for backup… but what if she lost Connor? What if she couldn’t get help to him in time? What if… She shook her head, frustrated. She didn’t have time for this. She’d have to find a place to hide, but the ship was small, and they’d find her fairly quickly simply by searching the whole boat.
Her eyebrows knit together as she debated her options. Her eyes lit on the small lifeboat tied to the side of the yacht… option one, take the lifeboat, but she had to move quickly. Option two, somewhere to hide. She looked upwards, her eye catching on a loose board above her head. There was a pitched roof over the wheelhouse, and the boards that made up the ceiling were as warped and aging as the rest of the yacht, and one of them was pulled loose. There would be very little room in the crawlspace between the ceiling and the roof, but she doubted anyone would ever think to check there. It would be a very tight fit for her, and certainly none of the men would fit. She could transmit the coordinates to Becker, and keep an eye on Connor. If she could only think of a way to make the men on the yacht believe she’d jumped ship. The lifeboat… but she was running out of time.
Abby untied the boat and set it adrift and then clambered up the crates stacked by the wall where she‘d been hiding, moved the loose board out of the way, and levered herself up. It was a tight squeeze, but she managed to wedge herself into the tight space and replace the board. She couldn’t see Connor, but she could hear everything the men said on deck, and they were already looking for her. Connor was going to be frantic when he awoke… she wished she had a way to tell him she would get them out of this, somehow.
Connor winced as he came to, and then tried to reach for his pounding head, only to find that his hands were tied tightly behind him, and he‘d been secured to a chair. His eyes flew open, he blinked rapidly to try to clear the blood that had run into his right eye. He struggled, but he’d been tied too tightly. He was alone. Where was Abby? All the breath left his body as he thought what could be happening to her… the way that Alfredo was looking at her… what if they had her?
Connor struggled anew, ignoring the pain it caused, “Abby!” he screamed.
TBC
A/N: Hmm. I know. Sorry about that. Um, I’m starting on the next chapter though. Does that help?
Hope you like, and comments are love and they speed up that muse. *grins*