#v; postcretaceous

[intelligentxhalfwithasmoved]

@compassionsblade

It was unlike anything Connor had ever experienced. It was like something out of the past, like some otherworldly beginning-of-earth kind of past. That, or it was something from the distant future, after the fall of man, when everything was turning to dust and ruin. He could almost believe it was both and neither at the same time. 

All he knew was that this was not where he’d predicted the anomaly would lead. When he’d fallen in by accident he thought he’d see little Rexes flying around, and he half expected to be able to find the spot where his first ever anomaly had opened. Not... whatever this was. Where was he?

The anomaly had closed as soon as he had gotten here, and these thoughts flashed through his head for a millisecond; he barely had any time to take in his surroundings before the panic set in. It was like last time all over again, only this time there was no Abby, and no purpose for being there in the first place. But like before, there was no telling how long he would be trapped, or if he would even ever leave at all.

He wanted to scream “Help!” but his voice caught in his throat, almost like a frog that wanted escape but couldn’t find it, and all he could do was turn on the spot in confusion and terror, looking for any sign of life at all. But it was empty as far as he could see. And the bone-chilling quiet, save for the sounds of his frantic feet kicking up dirt, was maddening.

[intelligentxhalfwithasmoved]

@dontcallmejones | continued from x

Connor shook his head. “It’s not about leaving me behind,” he told him, quieter than a whisper. “I’m going with you. I just want you in front of me.” He was not about to tell him outright You don’t have to outrun that monstrosity, you just need to be able to outrun me. He was not going to let Laci die at the claws of the thing that still to this day caused him to wake in a cold sweat at three in the morning. He couldn’t even imagine it without wanting to retch.

“We have to go. Now,” he continued almost silently. “If we just sit here arguing, it’s going to notice. It’s not stupid.” Chirp chirp. He shuddered and the hairs on his arms stood on end. Click tap tap. He held a finger to his mouth and urgently gestured for Laci to move.

[intelligentxhalfwithasmoved]

When Connor broke his ankle falling out of the tree, he and Abby tried to fix it, unsuccessfully. In fact, all they managed to do was make his ankle worse. This is partly because Connor had been determined to do some of it himself, with guidance from his then-girlfriend. When they realized they’d actually made the problem worse instead of better, they stopped completely, worried they would only continue to make it worse. They tried the best they could with what they had (which was next to nothing), but without proper medical care for an entire year, the damage became permanent.

Long story short, the reason Connor’s ankle is busted beyond repair is partly due to his own stubborn desire to help as much as he can, but mostly lack of medical care and necessary equipment.

If Connor were to let someone actually try to fix his ankle after returning to his own time, it might actually help his mobility. However, he hates when someone touches or even looks at it, and he’s more likely to voluntarily swallow an angry bee than he is to ask for help.

[intelligentxhalfwithasmoved]

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Chirp chirp. Click click. Screeeeeeech.

The sound made Connor’s blood run cold. For a moment he was frozen, stuck in a living nightmare. Any second now, that noise was going to get louder, and he would cease to exist. A whirlwind of pain and blood and terror. He closed his eyes, hoping against hope that it wasn’t real. It was just a horrible, horrible trick his ears were playing on him.

But the sound wouldn’t stop, and Connor was forced to realize the thing of his nightmares had come through an anomaly. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to have noticed them yet. He touched Laci’s shoulder softly and slowly, warning him to be careful. “We need to leave. Quietly,” he breathed, his trembling voice barely audible. “Stay ahead of me, okay?” If that thing caught up to them, Connor wanted to make sure Laci had the best chance of getting away.

[intelligentxhalfwithasmoved]

Headcanon

After coming back through the cretaceous anomaly with his permanently broken/sprained ankle courtesy of Helen, Connor has nightmares about raptors. He has nightmares about other dinosaurs, but raptors most of all. 

He used to love dinosaurs, but after spending a year surrounded by them, struggling to survive in a world dominated by them, his passion for them isn’t as fiery as it used to be. He kinda hates late cretaceous carnivores now, especially raptors.

Even years after he’s come back, he has nightmares about raptors. That dreadful noise they make, the sight of their teeth and eyes, the click click of their claws against rock, the fear of having a group of them swarm around him, leaving him nowhere to escape to.

He is scared out of his mind when one comes through an anomaly, but he is so different than before he was stuck in the cretaceous, that he never shows how scared he is. He’s learned that something that wants to actually eat you will not care if you are scared, and being scared will only distract you from thinking clearly and getting out of that situation.

[intelligentxhalfwithasmoved]

Headcanon

I’ve previously established Connor is terrified of Helen, and also very, very angry at her. It’s her fault Tom died, and Stephen, and Nick. It’s her fault that he, Abby, and Danny all got trapped in the past. These are just a few examples of why he absolutely hates her now.

You can imagine his relief when he figures out she must have died, or at least didn’t succeed in wiping out the human race, even more so when Danny confirms it after coming home.

Imagine how it must have felt to him then when he finds out that his idol, the man he nearly worshipped in that “I’m your biggest fan omg” kind of way, was working with her the entire time they’d known each other. That she manipulated and destroyed a part of his life yet again, even after she was dead.

After that, Connor has major trust issues. He just can’t handle that kind of devastation anymore. There are very few people he will ever trust completely from that point onward.

[intelligentxhalfwithasmoved]

@lewissiblings

A year in the Cretaceous era had taken a toll on poor Connor. He reeked like he hadn’t showered in months--which he probably hadn’t--and his clothes were torn and faded. His hair was a matted, overgrown mop. His bones jutted out from under his skin. He was barely recognizable.

But one thing that hadn’t changed was his love for Jade. He spent hours at a time during his exile staring at a picture of her face, and when he finally saw the real thing, he couldn’t help himself. He ran towards her. But something was off. His gait was crooked and even odder than normal. But he either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

[intelligentxhalfwithasmoved]

“Don’t. Move.”

The words were spoken softly, and the man’s eyes were fixed on the unknown, hand-sized, bug-like creature on the person’s shoulder. He wasn’t sure what it was, which meant that it may have come through a future anomaly. He fished a gallon bag out of his pocket and ever so slowly walked closer.