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03 May 2011 @ 10:59 am
Primevalathon Gift Fic:The Things That We Remember part 3 (Becker/Jess)  
Title: The Things That We Remember
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Becker/Jess
Words: Part 3-1,572
Rating/Warnings: PG very mild swearing
Disclaimer: Primeval and its characters belong to Impossible Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended.
Spoilers: Everything up to the ending of series four.
Recipient: [info]torigates
Prompt:I hate that the last time we saw Becker he was lying on the floor unconscious after being shot. That is just cruel! So anything that deals with the aftermath of the episode would be lovely. I'm really into Jess/Becker right now, but I like both characters individually as well. So whether it's Jess finding Becker lying there and getting him some help, or the two of them talking after everything had cooled down or going on a date or whatever. I just want to see more of their dynamic explored. I'm a huge fan of Connor/Abby so if you're comfortable with them and want to throw them in as well, the more the merrier!
Author's Note: Written for Primevalathon as a pinch hit. It's a few days late due to the fact that I don't have internet access at home. I actually attempted to use some public wi-fi last night but it wouldn't connect to my laptop. So I actually ended up adding more to this after that, so hopefully it was worth the wait!
Summary: Do we really believe Jess didn't see Becker get shot at the end of episode 7? This is what comes after. There are things Becker and Jess would like to forget but more important are the things they choose to remember.


Matt had insisted on driving and as much as Becker hated to admit it that had probably been for the best. He was feeling the pins and needles all over now even when sitting still and the headache that had been merely excruciating when he woke up was now steadily moving up towards unbearable.


“I’m sure she’s fine, Becker,” Matt offered, glancing over in his direction. “She took a taxi to this address of her own free will; it’s probably a friend’s place.”


“Probably,” Becker agreed, rubbing at his temples in an effort to relieve the tension there. “Doesn’t matter, we have to check.”


“You’ve got it bad,” Matt chuckled, shaking his head in mirth. “So when are you two going to get married and start making little Beckers?”


“Shut up,” Becker grunted, not exactly impressed with his own eloquence.


“Seriously though, mate,” Matt continued. “A girl risks her life to disable a bomb for you and you don’t even take her out to dinner?”


“Work place fraternizations are distractions and any distraction in our line of work could be deadly,” Becker forced out, the argument the same one he used on himself every time he was tempted to call Jess after hours.


Matt was silent for a moment.


“Trust me, Becker, I was afraid of distractions too and it didn’t make one bit of difference,” Matt finally told him a distinct sadness in his voice. “Tell me something. Do you honestly believe that being in a relationship could have made you any more concerned about Jess’s safety than you already were? Don’t let fear stop you from living your life; otherwise what are we fighting for?”


Becker thought Matt was probably trying a little too hard with the stirring speech but that didn’t stop it from hitting him extremely hard. He was right. There was nothing that could have made Becker more distracted, concerned or determined to disobey orders than the way he already felt about Jess.


He was saved from having to answer when Matt announced that they had arrived. Becker did a quick visual sweep of their surroundings and saw that they were in an upscale neighborhood with homes he had no doubt he would never be able to afford lining both sides of the street.


They both exited the SUV, Matt a little more quickly than Becker.


“This is it,” Matt said nodding towards the impressive home in front of them.


They made their way to the front door and it was only now that Becker began to feel anxiety swirling throughout his body. Standing in front of this beautiful house it seemed unlikely that Jess would be in danger within its walls. What if she resented the fact that he had come barging in where he wasn’t invited? Becker shook his head to clear it, as though he could physically remove the thoughts plaguing him. It didn’t matter really how she felt about it at this point. He knew that he needed to see that she was ok.


Matt was already ringing the doorbell so there wasn’t time to rethink his brilliant plan anyway. It took three rings but finally the door did swing slowly open to reveal Jess.


She looked as though she had seen a ghost as her wide eyes slid from Matt to Becker, but Becker couldn’t be bothered with her reaction yet. First he was mentally checking her over for visible signs of injury or distress. She had changed at some point and was wearing soft workout pants and a baggy hooded jacket, despite the fact that he had never seen her dressed so casually he did note that her choice in colors was as bright as ever. Her hair was down and tangled, her makeup smeared and her eyes red from crying but she appeared whole and uninjured. Becker had never seen her look so beautiful.


That was all the time Becker had for processing his thoughts before Jess was leaping at him in a blur of color and movement. Before he could register her actions Jess had her arms wrapped around him and her face buried in his neck.


Becker’s first thought was that her actions were excruciating, every point of contact between them set off a burning sensation that raced through his nerves like liquid fire. His second thought was that he didn’t give a damn.


Regaining as much of his balance as possible, Becker wrapped an arm tightly around Jess’s back pressing her more tightly against him. She was doing something with her fingers and the hairs at the nape of his neck that he thought he might really enjoy under less battered circumstances and he realized he was rubbing gentle circles on the skin of her back where her jacket had ridden up.


Matt coughed quietly and Jess drew back as if she’d been burned, one hand coming up immediately to pat at her wild hair and wipe at the smudged make-up on her face. Becker wanted desperately to tell her that she didn’t need to worry, that she looked amazing but was stopped both by Matt’s presence and his own ingrained habit of not telling Jess exactly that type of thing.


“I thought,” Jess paused to take a deep, shuddering breath. “I thought you were dead.”


Becker reeled from that statement as though he had been punched.


“Why would you think that? Didn’t Abby call you when I woke up?” Becker asked.


Jess blushed and ducked her gaze before looking back up.


“I didn’t answer. I heard her say ‘he’s a goner, he doesn’t have a chance’ and “I’ll only call her if the worst happens’ and I just couldn’t handle it,” Jess crossed her arms and visibly tried to still the trembling of her lips. She was always so concerned with looking strong and capable and Becker wanted so badly to tell her she didn’t always have to be.


“I think I can shed some light on that,” Matt interceded smoothly. “She was talking about Connor if he didn’t show up soon. And she wasn’t serious about not calling you, we were just worried about you. You looked dead on your feet.”


“And a good deal worse now, I reckon,” Jess muttered. “How did you find me? No, wait I don’t think I want to know.”


“The better question is, why are you living in a flat with two roommates if you have access to a swank place like this?” Matt asked jovially obviously attempting to lighten the mood.


“It’s not mine, well it is, but it’s…it was my mother’s place. She died a couple of years ago and it seemed to strange to be here on my own so I got my flat. Today I just wanted…” She trailed off before struggling to find the words that would convey the comfort she had needed. “To go home.”


Matt seemed to sober at that but he recovered quickly.


“Right, well the good news is Becker’s alright, so alright in fact that he mounted a rescue operation only to find out that you’re fine too. I think this calls for a celebration.”



“Come in, please, I’ll order in something to eat,” Jess offered, swinging the door open a bit further.


Becker and Jess had already advanced a few steps into the entryway when Matt called back to them.


“You two go ahead, I’m knackered. Just call the ARC if you need a ride Becker, I’m sure Lester would send a car for you later tonight…or you know, tomorrow morning.” Matt looked positively gleeful with his own joke and Becker was torn between wanting to knock the smirk off his face and relief to know the man did experience emotions.


Becker hesitated for a moment, looking down at Jess with a tenderness he hoped wasn’t as evident on his face as it was in his mind.


“If you don’t want me to stay it’s fine, it’s been a long day we can talk tomorrow…”


Jess shook her head, before ducking her gaze and reaching tentatively for his hand.


“Chinese ok?” She asked as though it were any other night.


He tried to contain the bubbling emotions that were coursing through him and keep his voice casual as he replied, “Prawn crackers?”


Jess graced him with a radiant smile that was without a doubt the most beautiful thing Becker had ever seen.


“Of course,” She answered, leading him inside and shutting the door behind them.


Later he wouldn’t remember much. It was all a blur of pain and relief and love pounding through his head. When he tried to remember details about that night it was like he was watching the whole thing on a grainy CCTV feed with only certain moments that he could bring into focus.


He could see Jess spreading the take out containers out on a fancy dining room table, feel the throbbing that never quite left his head, hear the first time Jess laughed since he woke up.


He wasn’t sure later if he slept in a guest room that night because any contact was physically agonizing for him or because he was trying to be a gentleman and not take advantage of an emotionally charged day. But he was sure that waking up to find Jess waiting for him downstairs, hair a mess, robe haphazardly tied around her waist, humming some horrible pop song, was something he could quite happily get used to

And that was what he choose to remember. 


Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
athene: becker big gun action s4deinonychus_1 on May 4th, 2011 12:16 am (UTC)
awwwwww! Yey for the happy fluffy ending with bonus hugging (even if Becker wasn't really in a fit state to enjoy said hugging!).
pink_flame_87pink_flame_87 on May 4th, 2011 12:32 pm (UTC)
I am such a sucker for fluffy endings. I can't help it, it's a compulsion. I wanted them to have a good hug in there but I didn't want Becker to just suddenly be miraculously recovered so I just split the difference and had him power through it with his action man pain resisting skills. :p

I hope the whole thing was an enjoyable read. Normally "big misunderstanding" fics drive me crazy, but I thought if it's only a few parts a fic exchange is a good time to try my hand at a cliche (why are they so fun to write lol). Thanks for reviewing!
Tori: prime | intense | man with the gunstorigates on May 4th, 2011 01:14 am (UTC)

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED!!! I so hoped someone would fill this prompt and you've done such a wonderful job, I love it so, so, so much! Thank you for writing it, it is the greatest! The last bit particularly is so great! Thank you, thank you!!!
pink_flame_87pink_flame_87 on May 4th, 2011 12:36 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you liked it! I was a little bit worried when I finished because I realized they really only got one scene together where one of them wasn't unconscious. I just thought the ending fluff would have a higher "awwww" impact if they were apart longer. Anyway, I'm really happy that you enjoyed it. Signing up to pinch hit actually got me motivated to start writing more for this pairing again so I should be thanking you for the prompt. : )
Megs: Becker/Jessyavie_namarie on May 4th, 2011 02:32 am (UTC)
OMG, you just killed me stone dead...
*thunk* X_x
pink_flame_87pink_flame_87 on May 4th, 2011 12:38 pm (UTC)
*attempts to resuscitate you*

I hope I killed you with an overdose of fluff and not something less enjoyable! : )
Megs: Beckeryavie_namarie on May 5th, 2011 01:31 am (UTC)
Lol. Definitely a fluff overdose. I have cavities to prove it... XD
Willow: {Primeval} Bazinga (Connor)estel_willow on May 4th, 2011 06:51 pm (UTC)
Oh! This was so cute. I really like how the end mirrors the start. I am such a whore for fics that are cyclical in their narrative. <333

I also really love your Lester. His voice was so clear in my head as I was reading it!

*twirls* this is a really awesome fic.
pink_flame_87pink_flame_87 on May 4th, 2011 07:07 pm (UTC)
I made someone twirl! Fluff makes me want to do that all the time lol.

I'm glad you liked the way the start and the end tie together, it was one of my favorite parts.

However, I'm REALLY glad you liked Lester's part. That was so much fun to write! I could just picture him glaring disaprovingly while Becker limped around the place.
Betty: Beckersarah_jones on May 4th, 2011 09:15 pm (UTC)
That was awesome! I totally loved it! :-)
pink_flame_87pink_flame_87 on May 4th, 2011 10:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
maddie_ambermaddie_amber on May 5th, 2011 11:02 pm (UTC)
Very enjoyable story! I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort/angsty things. A little bit of fluff doesn't hurt either. As I already commented, I particularly liked your interpretation of Lester. Matt too for that matter.
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pink_flame_87pink_flame_87 on May 9th, 2011 12:42 pm (UTC)
Awww, if a fluffy ending makes someone bounce and squee my work is done. Thanks for reading!