Title: Easter, Chapter One
Author: Pinkcat4569
Rating: K
Spoilers: No
Pairing: Becker/Jess
Description: The ARC has a lively Easter, unfortunately, with the ARC, 'egg hunt' takes on a whole new meaning.
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval or the characters. This is only for fun.
Author's Note: Becker/Jess aren't in a relationship. In five chapters. 5,135 Words
Easter, Chapter One
Jess hummed happily at the ADD, munching chocolate eggs. "I love Easter," she said.
"Of course you do," said Becker, strolling in, "You're always dressed like an Easter egg."
She giggled. "Am I?"
He nodded, smiling at the bright purple shoes, green flared mini skirt, and blue-green ruffled top.
"Yep. Easter egg," he said.
"It is a colorful holiday. I guess it makes sense that I love it," she said.
"Then there's all that chocolate," said Becker.
"That too," she said, smiling.
He laughed.
The other team members were also in Ops, reading files.
"I hope it's slow today," said Abby. "Connor volunteered us to host Easter dinner tomorrow."
"Too bad he forgot neither of you can cook," said Matt.
"I know," said Abby.
"I was looking forward to it," said Emily, "but I did not realize you were not willing, Abby."
"It's OK, Em. I'm just mad at Connor. He should have asked first."
"Indeed, it was rude, Connor," said Emily.
"I thought it would be fun," he said. "We all have to eat, you know."
"I wouldn't mind if you had just invited these guys, but you asked your parents, aunts and uncles."
"Sorry, Abby. How many times do I have to apologize?"
"Many, many more," said Abby. "I was hoping to sneak out tonight and buy supplies. And food."
"Well, so far, it's all quiet," said Becker. "Right, Jess?"
Jess nodded.
"Good, then we won't be stuck eating what we have on hand: popcorn, granola bars, and Jess' chocolate," said Abby.
"You are not touching my chocolate," said Jess. "Besides, I don't have that much left. I'm expecting a huge basketful from the Easter Bunny, tomorrow."
Becker smiled. "You believe in the Easter Bunny?"
"Sure, don't you?"
He raised his eyebrow. "Don't be ridiculous."
She giggled. "It wouldn't hurt you to believe in a few ridiculous things, Captain."
He just smiled. "You're cute, even believing in the Easter Bunny."
"So are you, not believing."
They looked at each other, both still smiling, as their friends exchanged glances and smirks.
Elsewhere in London:
Mrs. Lidgely took in an exhausted sigh. It was hard work corralling four children to dye Easter eggs. They were nearly done, just letting the eggs dry.
She smiled at the three faces in front of her: Stanley, the oldest, Leo the second oldest, and the youngest, Danny. One was missing. She frowned. "Where's Davy?'
"I dunno," said Stan.
She sighed, dragged her tired bones out of the chair, and began to look. "Davy! Davy?" She saw the that the back door was opened slightly. "Davy, I told you to stay inside. Davy?'
She heard footsteps, and soon the small brunette head appeared. "Mummy, look! I found the hugest Easter egg! I want to paint it!"
"Cool," said Leo.
"I unt it, Ummy," said the toddler, Danny.
"It's mine," said Davy, the six year old.
Mrs. Lidgely stared at the foot long egg-shaped thing the boy carried. "What is that?"
"It's an egg, Mummy."
"It's too big for an egg, dummy," said Stanley.
"Stanley, don't call your brother dumb."
"Sorry, Mum."
"It does kind of look like an egg," she said, holding the huge thing. "I'd hate to see the poor mummy who laid that!"
Stan laughed, and tried to grab it, but Davy jumped up and down. "It's mine! My egg."
"Yes, Davy," she said, hanging on to it , "Where did you find it?"
"In the yard. Mummy, can I paint it?"
"No, Davy. I don't know what it is."
"You're silly. It's an egg," insisted Davy.
"I don't think it is, honey. It's huge."
"Maybe there are more outside," said Stan, running through the door.
"No, don't go out. It's dark. Stanley, get back here."
"I wanna look too! It's an Easter egg hunt!" cried Leo, the second to oldest. He ran toward the door, but his mummy grabbed him.
"You're staying in."
"I anna go," said the three year old Danny.
"No. Everyone stays in," said Mrs. Lingley, firmly. She blocked them with the door, as she called out, "Stanley, get inside this second!"
She stood at the door, searching the dark for her son, then she heard a low growl.
Davy grabbed her leg. "What's that Mummy?"
She was unnerved. "Stan!" she snapped. "Get in here. Now!"
Another growl.
"Mum," whispered Leo.
Danny started to cry.
"Mummy..." said a scared Davy.
"Stan!"
Another growl, more menacing, and louder. Then several more.
"Stanley!"
She saw her older boy running to her. "Something's out there, Mummy!" he cried, running through the door. She shut and locked it.
The growls kept coming closer, and louder.
"Take your brothers upstairs," she said to Stanley.
"What is it, Mum?" he asked, panicked.
"I don't know. Do what I say."
Stan pushed the boys upstairs, as their mum found a torch, and crept up to the door to look out the window. Suddenly, her torch fell on a pair of eyes.
She screamed.
"Mum!" cried Stanley from the bottom of the stairs, the other three boys were on different steps.
"Get upstairs!" she cried, scrambling to find her phone.
There were louder growls, more furious and demanding. And closer.
Mrs. Lidgely finally found her phone, and started dialing emergency services, when banging starting against the door.
She screamed.
The boys screamed.
Bangs and howls, than scratches on the door, that were very deep.
"It's getting in, Mum!" cried Stanley, hugging his brothers from the top of the stairs.
"Get to your room!" she screamed, running upstairs, and following them, as they all ran to the far back room, which was Stanley's.
Their mum ran behind, locking the door, and moving the dresser, desk, toy box, bed, and anything else she could find, in front of the door.
The boys were crying, as Mum frantically filled the operator in.
"Some...thing's trying to get in our house!"
End of Chapter One