15 Seconds

Jul 07, 2010 18:02


Title: 15 Seconds
Characters: Connor, Nick
Rating/warning: Pg
Synopsis: Connor ponders time and relationships.
Word count: 478
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Primeval.
AN: Still working on trying to find my Connor voice...
Spoilers: End of season 2 when this is set.

It was a long time before he had the time to think. And when he did, he found himself thinking about time. How time was short. How time was he was thought of as nothing more than a big geek. How time was he thought no better of himself; would have considered himself a coward.

He thought about the people you make time for, those who make time for you, and those who never had the time to be around.

He thought about how times could change.

And times had changed and now he knew. He knew he was more. He believed and he was believed in. People had time for him now; made time for him. He was listened to and taken seriously. He was a geek, but now geek was good.

But times hadn’t completely changed. He was still coward. Or so he had thought. But a moment could change even that. Just one moment in time.

He’d begged, lying underneath that van. Begged Nick to let him out. To let him stop watching those numbers. Stop having to count them out loud, his voice betraying his fear as the red numbers ticked away his life.

He had never been so aware of a second. Never been so aware of just how short each one was. But, as the last 15 seconds of his life spilled from his lips, he realised.

And he’d never been so aware of how long a second could last; stretching out in front of him. All the things that could flash through your mind in each never-ending second. People, places, feelings.

There was a lot you could say in 15 seconds instead of counting. Like “I love you. I’ve loved you since I met you.” Or “you’re a proper big hero with that gun. You saved my life.” Or “I get to be part of the biggest scientific discovery of all time. Me! Yey!” Or maybe, simply, “thank you.”

“Thank you for being my friend, my mentor, my champion. Thank you for believing in me, trusting me, forgiving me. Thank you for being the father I always needed and never had.”

And that was why he had counted. Because Cutter had told him to. And he would do whatever Cutter asked of him. And even as he was begging not to be left he was aware that he could just get up and run. He didn’t need to wait for permission to try to save his life; escape those numbers. In fact he hadn’t had to stop and come back at all. But Cutter had called him. He needed him. Him.

And so he had gone back. He had crawled under the van. He had counted the numbers as Cutter had asked. He had stayed there.

He lived by him, he would die for him. Any time he asked.

connor temple, primeval, fanfic

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