Purpleyin/Hans (missyvortexdv) wrote,

Primeval fic: 3 Abby drabbles for primeval100 ocean prompt

All written for primeval100's Ocean prompt. I'm trying to cultivate writing female Primeval characters more, because, well Abby is awesome but underwritten both on and off the show. 3rd drabble has Abby/OMC and implied Abby/Connor angst. :)

Title: Untitled for now...
Author: Purpleyin
Rating: highest rating would be for third drabble, Teen, for implied adult situations.

Spoilers: None apart for basic character backstory. 2nd drabble is futurefic, no spoilers there either.


Abby skimmed the stone across the retreating tide waters. The skies were turning dark grey as the clouds roll over the seas into port. She'd packed up the kite because it had turned out to be boring after ten minutes of lone steering. Shouldn't she have more to do with her days off? Something better. The beach was quiet, but not relaxing like she'd anticipated. It felt like wasted time, meaningless minutes ticking by. Everything stopped for saving the world – her small life washed out to sea and now she simply has to wait for the tide to turn naturally.


She's Dr Abby Maitland– a title qualified by two PhD's, both partly funded with money from her old Home Office salary. Near the end of it all she'd had little free time to enjoy and so she'd accidentally saved enough up to live off for a good time afterwards.

It's been ten years since the last anomaly closed here and she still doesn't know quite what to do with her time. She wills the sky to open up as she stares into the distance, for a crystal crack to appear in the faultless blue above the waters. She's still waiting.


Grains of sand grate against the nape of her neck as they move in unison, pleasure with an edge of pain. She has her release, to the sound of the waves crashing against the beach. Getting up quickly, she realises he might have said anything to her during it but she wasn't listening. He says nothing now, quick peck on the cheek – unkempt black hair flops over his eyes. They walk back to the hotel, his arm over her shoulder casually, not possessively; no strings attached. But when she sees Connor alone at the bar she feels her stomach sink.
Tags: my primeval fic, primeval:abby, primeval:abby/connor, primeval:drabble

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