Primeval's Twist (A Primeval/Captain Becker Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5: Helen's Hospital (part 1)✔️✔️

28/6/15

I don't own any of primeval, it's plot or characters unfortunately. However, Katherina and her family are mine. All credit and rights go to impossible pictures.

OKAY I REALLY DIDN'T WANT TO WRITE ABOUT THIS EPISODE, IT'S BOTH THE WORST AND MOST IMPORTANT IN PRIMEVAL HISTORY SO I COULDN'T EXACTLY SKIP IT. GET THE TISSUES FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER CAUSE YOU'RE GONNA CRY WITH ME.

KATHERINA'S OUTFIT TO THE SIDEE😭

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Katherina's POV:

I stood in Cutter's office along with Cutter himself and Dr. Page. We were discussing the intruder found last week and what it meant for the team... Or since this is Helen Cutter we're talking about, the world as a whole.

"You know I've always liked modern art." James droned as he walked into the room, hands behind his back. "It's so uncompromising."

He slowly walked towards the anomaly model in Cutters office.

"It's a very specific model showing the exact location and dates-" Cutter began arguing, before James cut him off.

"Of anomaly appearances throughout history, I know."

"Just don't touch it." Cutter gritted as James walked within breathing distance of the model.

He looked at a metal pole closely, before deciding it would be easier to listen to Cutter, and edging his way around it.

"Ah!" James said as he spotted me. "Any news on Helen Cutter?"

"Why would I know, I'm not security." I answered from my place across the room.

"Because you've been spending multitudes of time with our Captain of Security, that's why." He raised an eyebrow.

I looked at him for a moment.

"Becker has instigated a complete review of security." I grumbled.

"Are you sure the intruder was her doing?" He demanded, looking to Cutter as well.

"I can't think of anyone else who could create an exact replica of a dead man." Cutter stared off into space and answered absentmindedly.

"Keep everyone on high alert." James spun on his heel, examining the model once again. "If Helens, back we should be extremely worried."

Silence rained the room for a moment.

"I'll tell Becker." I muttered as I moved to leave the room.

I made it out the door frame and into the hub before running into Becker. Literally. I had been staring at the floor before walking into a wall of pure muscle, a wall which gabbed my arms to stop me from falling.

"Shit, sorry." I cringed as I stepped back.

"No problem." Becker said amusedly.

"Lester-" I began only to be cut off again, by the subject of conversation.

"Katherina." Lester said from behind me.

I spun to face him yet didn't say anything. He observed me for a moment, before looking elsewhere and speaking, like the information he was talking about was completely unimportant.

Typical Lester then.

"Tirigan and Roberto arrived this morning." He tilted his head.

I growled in response.

"Tirigan," he continued as if he hadn't heard me. "Asked me to extend dinner invitations to you."

"Well tell him to shove it in KD's grave." I growled before turning to leave, a million thoughts spinning through my head.