Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval, or anything else, so there

Author Note: This story is really strange. If you want to flame then please do, I'll be fine. This is my first ever Primeval fanfic (I usually write for Septimus Heap, my friend suggested I wrote this) and may, just may, if people like it, have a second chapter. The title really explains what it is about and there are a couple of spoilers from the third series, but most people know about that, so... This is for my friend Prichard...

*** Just thought I'd add that at the moment, this isn't actually Arty posting this, but it's her mate Rollieo 122, because she can't actually post it at the minute, and I'm in a better position to do so... (weird, huh?) So, yeah... ***

Please review me ~ARTY~

The End of the World

Two hours, two minutes and two seconds later saw Connor Temple taking a good look back over his last day. He had never given much thought to this, he never wanted that to happen, he never planned it, he never even tried to think about it. Connor felt slightly queasy at the thought of that. He didn't want to think but he couldn't help it. The things that had happened two hours, two minutes and two seconds earlier could not be erased, not without an anomaly, which was the thing, the anomaly was gone, closed, vanished, Connor didn't know and Connor didn't really care. Connor was almost the only one left.

Only the ARC team were still alive now. What had they done? What had they unleashed? They didn't know, but they were powerless to stop it. They sat in a room in the ARC alone in their misery, if they ventured out then they would die just like every member before them. There was no food, no water, no electricity… If the things didn't get them then they'd die on their own. They realised that this was going to be their last day to walk on the surface of the Earth. Everything they had worked for, all they had created, all that their friends had died for, was gone and never coming back. Jenny Lewis was dead, killed along with the rest. Nick Cutter was dead, shot by his wife Helen. Stephen Hart was dead, mauled by creatures too, but nothing like this. This was worse than those creatures that had plucked Stephen Hart from this world and far less mortal. Almost immortal. That was the thing, the only person with the power to stop this, Helen Cutter, was dead too, she had been one of the first to go, she had invited it in.

Captain Becker was frustrated now, he'd been stuck for too long, but Danny Quinn had forced him to stay put. All of his men were dead, not one was still alive. Who else lived? Abby and Sarah were alive, barely, but then again, they didn't have much choice. It was die or be killed. They had tried optimism two hours, two minutes and two seconds ago, but now there was nothing left. No hope to cling to, no hope, no happiness, and no chance of survival. Not yet.

James Lester lived too, but elsewhere, they didn't know exactly where, but they knew he was alive. Becker had put a tracking device into each of them that didn't turn off until they died and Lester's was still on. Still, it wouldn't be long before he died.

This thing was lethal, and if it didn't kill them then its aftermath would. It had been close getting them into this room, they had lost many, many men in the process, but it didn't matter.

This was the end of the human race.

By now they were sure it was everywhere. Breathing it was lethal, smelling it was lethal, touching it was lethal, and every contact with it was lethal. And if any anomalies opened it would go through there and contaminate the whole planet with ease, past and present and future.

Connor sighed; there was nothing better to do.

"This is pointless," he said sadly to his comrades. "We may as well just die here... How many bullets have you got left, Becker?"

Becker's eyes narrowed as they focused on Connor. "I'm not shooting anyone. Besides, I only have three. If Lester is still alive then we should find him, right? I'm assigned to protect you and that is what I will do, all of you, even James Lester."

"Oh, shut it Becker," Danny snapped. "There is no bloody call of bloody duty anymore. There's no point. There's no bloody army anyway, they're all dead too, the army definitely isn't immortal to that."

"You know," said Sarah, completely changing the subject. "I think the artefact was in here. Maybe that artefact can solve this."

"Can the artefact undo time?" Connor asked, sighing again. "If it can then go on, open it up… It isn't like we have some light thingy, is it? We can't even open it, right? Maybe, if it can open an anomaly then we can get away or something…"

"Where would we go?" Abby whispered. "There's nowhere. There is no future, there is no past… There is most definitely no present. There's nothing. That's if some stupid creature doesn't come through that anomaly and kill us all."

"I have three bullets," Becker repeated solemnly. "Only three. Anyone got anything else?"

"Nope," Connor said. "But I still reckon going through an anomaly is better than staying here. At least those last things died and stayed dead. You know guys; I never thought that I would die here, not in the ARC, not now… Actually, I'd never really given much thought to how I would die… I don't really want to starve to death…"

"I reckon that saving Lester would be a good plan…" Danny said, staring intently at the floor. "It would get us doing something… And if we die, then hey, there's nothing better to do. I don't really want to die like this… At least if the thing gets us then we'll go to be with our families, and, you know, I'd rather we all went together than one of us have to live with it…"

"Yeah," Abby breathed. "Which way then? Die in that ventilation shaft or die through that door? Or maybe even the window? A vote?"

"I vote the shaft. It will probably keep us alive for longer…" said Danny, who had a habit of crawling through ventilation shafts just for the sake of it.

"Yes. The shaft," said Sarah. "I think I'd like for us to die together… Let's unblock it…"

They had shoved several jackets into the shaft to keep the thing out. They wouldn't have known if it was in the shaft or not. With one final lingering look at one another they pulled the jackets away and waited for anything to happen… Anything, an end, a beginning, they didn't know… But they stood there together, Abby clasped Connor's hand with force, but he didn't complain, he sighed horribly. Sarah glanced over at Becker, who was still staring at her and still held his gun up at the vent, just in case. But Danny was smiling, nobody knew why. He was waiting. He was ready. He was going to see his brother again.