AN: au ish thing set vaguely late S3. At the point at which Conby's relationship is on that edge between friends and something more. Was a oneshot drabblet on a whim, but I'm now extending it into a full fic. :3 Hope you enjoy! :D

AN2:The inspiration for a fic with a feralized Connor can be found in SCWLC's fics, however the plotline of this story is not, at least consciously, based upon any other fic. (subconscious choices might feel similar, but as the main idea behind this is based on a dream...) - simply: any similarities to other fics is completely unintentional...

Abby wondered what she'd gotten herself into, running in calling his name. Connor whipped around and growled at her, eyes dark and blank, no recognition in them as he stalked towards her, moving with the sloping ease of some wild animal.

Whatever had happened to him, there was little left of her sweet-hearted best mate in there now. Despite knowing this, she couldn't let go of the hope that maybe, maybe she could save him, that she could do something to return him to the man he was before.

He bared his teeth and snarled, like some feral beast and not her Connor , and Abby backed up, cautiously.

"Connor..." She murmered softly, using her knowledge of animal behavior to her advantage as she made herself seem less of a threat to whatever was making him act this way. He blinked owlishly, tilting his head a little, and though his teeth were still bared, he let out a confused-sounding whine. "Connor Temple." Abby tentatively took a step forwards when he seemed to calm down a little. "It's Abby, your Abby. It's okay, everything's alright." She continued in a soothing tone, extending a hand slowly. He narrowed his eyes, but stayed still as she touched his cheek gently, letting her hand drift up into his hair, petting him as if he was a cat.

She couldn't help but smile when he purred, though the fact that he did so seemed outside of logic. Then again, all of this was, more or less, completely crazy.

Maybe there was hope after all, she thought, as Connor's strange sort of purring grew louder, and he suddenly pressed closer, ducking his head against the space between her neck and shoulder. Abby wrapped her arms around him and continued to 'pet' him. If he recognized her, maybe she could get him back to the ARC, and they could figure out how to reverse whatever the hell this was.