"What's left"
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Title: What’s Left.
For Primeval100’s challenge of “Abby”.
Fandom: Primeval,
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none.
Short Summary: In a museum, Stephen finds evidence of Abby.
Author’s note: This may or may not end up in my Tewkesbury fic. Inspired by telperion_15’s comment in the replies to “Five Days: Day Four” by an excellent fic author.
(147 words)
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters
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LOCATION: ELSEWHEN, Tewkesbury, England, UK:
Moving cautiously down the central isle…this here was a museum, there was no doubt about that in Stephen’s mind. The concrete slabs supporting the specimens and the broad labels under and small tags on each specimen…it all added up to a museum of natural history. Nothing artificial or reconstructed from fossils here – everything was taken from life…from the Anomalies. Dodos, mosasaurs, chalicotheres, and others.
In the next display, there was no stuffed beast mounted threateningly. At first Stephen thought it was a skin, taken from some exotic creature from the future.
As he stepped closer, Stephen saw that it was no skin. It was a jacket. Her jacket. She’d been wearing it when I saw her half an hour ago.
He stood there, looking at it, not sure why it was here, what it meant.
“Abby…” hesitant to, but starting to reach towards the jacket. What happened?
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The End
Title: What’s Left.
For Primeval100’s challenge of “Abby”.
Fandom: Primeval,
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none.
Short Summary: In a museum, Stephen finds evidence of Abby.
Author’s note: This may or may not end up in my Tewkesbury fic. Inspired by telperion_15’s comment in the replies to “Five Days: Day Four” by an excellent fic author.
(147 words)
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters
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LOCATION: ELSEWHEN, Tewkesbury, England, UK:
Moving cautiously down the central isle…this here was a museum, there was no doubt about that in Stephen’s mind. The concrete slabs supporting the specimens and the broad labels under and small tags on each specimen…it all added up to a museum of natural history. Nothing artificial or reconstructed from fossils here – everything was taken from life…from the Anomalies. Dodos, mosasaurs, chalicotheres, and others.
In the next display, there was no stuffed beast mounted threateningly. At first Stephen thought it was a skin, taken from some exotic creature from the future.
As he stepped closer, Stephen saw that it was no skin. It was a jacket. Her jacket. She’d been wearing it when I saw her half an hour ago.
He stood there, looking at it, not sure why it was here, what it meant.
“Abby…” hesitant to, but starting to reach towards the jacket. What happened?
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The End