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*tries to think of something good for the challenge*

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Title: Not home at this time

Dedicated to Bigtitch, whose comment at http://bigtitch.livejournal.com/143282.html#cutid1 got me talking to myself…this is the result.
Rating: PG-15.

Warnings: Takes place near the end of Helen’s third year away. Takes place in the sequel to ‘Round about and watery’ whose final chapter is almost ready to be posted.

Pairings: incredibly brief Helen/Nick.
Characters: Helen, Connor, squad.
Spoilers: none.
Genre: drabble.
Word Count: 203.
Disclaimer: not mine! I own none of them.

Short Summary: Early on, Helen returned to England, finding it a changed place.

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Helen emerged from the Anomaly, her hair a mess, her legs and feet tarred with so much mud she doubted there was enough water to wash it off, and her hands, arms, and face covered in blood. Please let this be the end, she hoped, hoping that she wouldn’t have to move through time much more or for much longer.

Two memories strongly suggested that that was not going to be the case.

Looking around the field here – she placed it as being in the Marches, unless the 21st century saw a lot of floral migrations – she saw that the escaped prehistoric critters had been captured and contained by…more than just a team now. Their own branch of the service? They were wearing the strangest uniforms… their vests were pattered with the same checkerboard “that plods wear on their hats” as Helen’s da would’ve put it.

“Doctor Cutter,” a young man said, addressing her.

“Do I know you?” turning around to see who it was - nobody I know.

Hesitated at the sight of her. “Right, sorry; name’s Connor Temple. I was one of your husband’s students.”

“Hello then. Do you happen to know where I could find him?”

Connor looked distinctly uncomfortable.
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The End