It starts with Nick’s inability to crawl out of a fossil’s arse (and no, Helen doesn’t particularly care that this fossil doesn’t have said body part for Nick to get stuck in). He keeps mumbling about puzzles and research but shuts down the second she tries to help him, writing her theories off as insane as if she wasn’t every bit as much a ( Read more... )

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Pre-Series: Background Stories ( SEE LIST)
As the title says, fics, drabbles, one-liners connected to the pasts of any of the characters appearing in the main series. 
1. Family Chronicles (the past of Sam, Ryan and the other SF boys)
2. Fractured ( Read more... )

( Oneliner + Drabble )

The sand under her boots, the blue of the prehistoric sky, the scent of falling leaves in an untouched forest, and every new discovery that shifts her world just a little.

Everything reminds her of him.

His boyish smile, his hair against her skin, his rolling r-s making her wet, his ignorance making her run and never look back. She has many ( Read more... )

“Could you hold her a second?”

That’s all the warning Helen gets before a tiny, soft bundle is pushed in her hand. She holds it at arms-length, like a bomb that could go off any moment and meets the huge, inquisitive eyes with fierce determination. She’s mindful not to show her fear just like one would when facing wild animals. She stifles a ( Read more... )

“You sure this is what you want?”

“Actually, it’s way too frilly,” Helen frowns at the mirror, eying the wedding dress with vague disgust, ignoring her best friend.

“Stop evading the question,” Jill sighs, but Helen doesn’t seem to be listening. “I’m just worried about you, Hel.”

“I want him,” Helen says sharply, and Jill knows from years of ( Read more... )

In Janine’s first memory, Nick’s playing with his purple dinosaur, Mortimer, and jealously cuddles it close when she reaches out for it. She can’t remember their constant fights over it only from Mama’s stories, but she does remember when Mortimer changed owners to stop her angry tears seeing Nick leave for University. Years later, Janine hoped ( Read more... )

Helen’s hand’s already on the doorknob but walking back into her old life after two years is harder than she’d thought. She’s been watching Nick for days, always just out of sight, fearing what she might see - a new life without her. But everything’s the same, even the screeching of that bloody door he’d often promised to fix.

There’s only one ( Read more... )

Bar. Whiskey. Misery. Stephen. It’s the same every time. The same setting, the same guilt and self-pity. The same pointless questions Stephen thinks he knows the answers to though would never say out loud.

“Do you think she’s dead?”

No, she’s Helen.

“Did I push her into leaving? Did… I not love her enough?”

You loved your work more.

“Was I ( Read more... )

“Say it,” Helen’s trembling with anger. “Come on, say it.”

She shouldn’t be challenging him; that never ends well.

“Say it, Nick.”

“What?” he moans tiredly.

“Say you don’t love me anymore and be done with it once and for all.”

She can’t believe she said that… But he just raises his hands as a sign of annoyed resignation and turns his back ( Read more... )