How the other half live.

Disclaimer: I don't own primeval, the OC's in this are too many to list, so just know that I own them.

AN: this was an idea in my head that refused to go away, I have actually planned out this story, so hopefully it will go somewhere good, this is set in-between series 3 and 5, enjoy reading and as always; please review.

Chapter 1:

"- and I would expect that at least Matt would be smart enough to make sure that our prisoner did not escape, I mean what were you thinking-"

Captain Becker leant against the cool glass window, trying to ignore the fact that it felt like a brass band was playing in an echoing concert hall inside his skull, he had only woken up thirteen hours ago and had been told that it had been three days since Ethan/Patrick had shot him twice with an EMD and had left this time, closely followed by his brother Danny, Becker found it all extremely confusing and was in the middle of trying to process all of this information when he heard a Irish accent mention his name, Matt was clearly trying to stop Lester ranting,

"with all due respect, sir, if Captain Becker hadn't of been unable to attend, I'm sure it would have helped immensely."

Lester seemed to snap, "with all due respect, as team leader it should have been your priority to stop Patrick and bring him back to the ARC, your priority should not have been a pretty woman from the eighteen hundreds!"

Matt obviously tensed at Lester's harsh words and was clearly relieved when the ADD alarm blared loudly, Becker however, was not amused, the soldier groaned inwardly as Lester raised his eyebrows,

"Well of you go Captain, and the rest of you" he gestured wildly around the room at the team members, "go and do whatever it is you do, I guess I'll have to clean this bloody mess up!"

The team quickly scurried out of the room, happy that they had been given an excuse to leave the patronising glare of their boss.

"what have we got Jess?" Becker asked leaning on the back of her chair and sighing, Jess gave a small laugh,

"Headache?"

"You have no idea." He answered bluntly. Jess was clever to decide not to push the subject,

"The anomaly's in an underground car park about three miles east of here, high population and it's a public car park, so you need to get there quickly."

Becker nodded and made to leave the room, Jess squealed as she remembered the pain killers in her bag,

"Becker, wait!"

He winced as he high pitched voice filled his ears and seemed to ricochet around his skull; he sighed and turned on his heels,

"Yes?"

Jess held out a small box labelled ibuprofen, he raised his eyebrows. Jess rolled her eyes and offered the obviously clueless man an explanation,

"they will help with your head." She gently threw the tablets towards Becker, who caught them with ease and nodded,

"Thanks Jess." He said before turning on his heels and leaving the room.

Walking towards the SUV's, Becker signalled for Matt to drive, he wasn't taking any chances, he doubted he would actually be able to drive straight with his head the way it was, sitting himself heavily in the passenger seat he took out two pinky, red tablets, typical Jess. He thought with a small smirk. He sighed, realising he didn't have any water, he resorted to swallowing the large capsules without a drink, he forced them down as Abby entered the back of the car,

"How you feeling?" she asked with a small smile.

"I've felt better." He smiled back.

The rest of the car ride was in complete silence, the only noise being when Becker occasionally fiddled with his gun whilst staring absent mindedly out of the window, resting his forehead against the icy glass; thinking of Danny, wondering if he was still alive, he should have been there, he should have stopped him. The sound of the handbrake being used dragged Becker back to reality as he charged his gun and leapt out of the car, happily feeling the cool breeze across his face he turned to the entrance of the car park, silently praying that there wasn't an incursion, just a routine job, please. He dragged his feet and begrudgingly followed Abby and Matt into the car park. He sighed loudly as he felt the fresh air leave his face suddenly. He rounded a corner, gun raised. Nothing. Thanking whatever gods existed that this was so far easy. It didn't stay easy; however, as he heard a loud crash nearby, he swiftly turned hoping to see something so he didn't have to play a pathetic game of cat and mouse with whatever creature this would be. He could see absolutely nothing,

"Hello?" he realised just how ridiculous he sounded, but it seemed like the only logical thing to say. He heard a giggle coming from the corner of the storage room he was in, "Hello?" he repeated, more giggles, it was actually starting to freak him out, "Show yourself!" he demanded, "Identify yourself!"

It was a couple of seconds before a young girl, aged about ten or eleven, stumbled out from behind a trolley, looking sheepishly at her feet, he mousy brown hair falling over her face. She kicked the dust on the floor with her grubby blue trainer before looking up at Becker and grinning; she bounced on the balls of her feet and ran. Fast. Becker was taken by surprise and had to blink a few times before he realised what was happening, he leapt into action, following the young girl, he couldn't risk her seeing the anomaly or getting killed by a creature. The fact that he was taller meant that he was quickly catching up to the child, it would have been much easier if she didn't keep knocking things in his path as she ran,

"HEY! WAIT!"

The girl giggled again, clearly thinking that this was a game, before swiftly jumping around the corner and running straight through the anomaly.

"No." he breathed, completely shell shocked at what had just happened, he quickly glanced around, no Matt, no Abby, he hesitated for only a minute before following her through.

He was met on the other side with a sight that always chilled him to the bone. The future. He shivered slightly, taking in the ruined buildings, office blocks mainly, but also shops and cafés, he knew instantly that he needed to be quiet. He carefully made his way through the destroyed cars, his EMD permanently raised, he noticed he was becoming more and more twitchy and nervous, should have brought back up. Idiot! He was pulled out of his thoughts after seeing the young girl enter a large office block at the end of the street; he instantly went after her, trying to be as silent as possible. He slid over the bonnet of what was once a green Vauxhall before slipping through the heavy metal door.

"Hello?" he whispered, careful not to trip on the old filing cabinets and chairs, he wondered what the girl was doing, running into here, she didn't seem frightened, in fact he would go as far as saying that she looked as though she belonged here, she seemed at home. His thoughts were viscously ripped from him as a large weight dragged him to the ground, he heard her scream, again and again,

"ANWEN! ANWEN!"

Who the hell was Anwen, he had no time to think of this however, as a pair of large canines sunk into his shoulder, Becker bit back a scream as he tried to reach for his EMD. He had no luck, it was just out of reach, his strength was failing quickly as he gave the creature a swift punch to the throat, he had no idea what was on top of him, all he knew was that it had a painful bite, with amazing precision he managed to hit the creature again, directly in the eye. The thing jumped back, shaking its head wildly, Becker took this opportunity to move back, or try to.

He couldn't move, he couldn't talk, he couldn't blink. It was as though some invisible force was pushing him into the ground, like a large weight had suddenly been dropped on him, he was completely defenceless, the animal was on its feet again, sadistically prowling around him, as if accessing him. It was now that Becker got his first good look at the creature. It looked like a cross between a wolf, a hyena and a German Shepard. Its fur was black with patches of dirty grey, blood matted the fur around its mouth and neck, it snarled, showing rough yellow canines stained with blood, his blood. He prepared himself for the pain and agony that was to come, he waited, but the pain never came. Instead a loud gunshot rang out, echoing through the empty air, and then, silence.

It seemed like forever until he became aware of another person's presence in the room; kind violet eyes searched his and a cool soft hand lay gently on his forehead, long dark hair brushed against his cheeks as the person leant over him before speaking,

"His pupils are dilated, he's conscious," the female stood up and clapped her hands, her graceful welsh accent filled the room once again, "Well come on Bill, spit spot!"

Becker felt himself being flung over someone's shoulder, he would have protested, if only he could move, the owner of the violet eyes spoke again,

"Strange looking gun, we'll take it with us. You." Becker guessed she was now talking to the young girl, her voice was harsh and demanding, "Get upstairs, we'll talk about this later." There was a pause, "Now!"

"Will he survive?" a deep voice- Becker guessed this was Bill- sounded near to him, the welsh woman spoke again,

"If I can help it he will."

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