A/N Becker's family address him by his first name while the narrative and his ARC colleague's call him Becker.
"I've never seen him like this" Avery muttered as she watched her brother in the garden.
"He's done that every day since he moved back" her mother replied joining her at the French windows "I was hoping he'd talk to you".
Nodding Avery headed for the door grabbing a jacket on her way out.
"Are you insane its single figures out here" she asked throwing the jacket over Becker's t-shirt clad shoulders.
"Quite possibly"
"You going to talk to me"
"Connor, Abby and Danny are MIA presumed dead".
"You've lost comrades before, it's never hit you like this" she said knowing there was more.
"I left them Avery, I'm supposed to protect them and I left them. We went back to look for them and I got Sarah killed" he explained his voice wavering.
"Oh Hillary" she pulled him into a hug "it'll get easier" she said shutting down the surfacing memories.
He briefly returned the hug before stepping back "the boys with you".
"Yes and their eager to see you" she said taking his hand and leading him towards their childhood home.
Becker always found his two year old nephews Loren and Theo had a kind of therapeutic effect on him.
"I swear it wasn't this hot earlier" Avery commented hit by a wave of heat as they stepped inside.
"I thought Hillary might need thawing" their younger brother Gregory called.
"Our twins are more sensible than someone twenty years their senior" Avery's husband Conrad remarked walking in with the twins.
"Uncle Hill" they called breaking free heading straight for him.
"Hey guys" he said kneeling down so he could hug them.
Shooting him a 'we'll talk more later' look Avery headed out to turn the thermostat back down.
"So" Wendy Becker asked as her only daughter joined her in the kitchen.
"Greg's back on his heating kick" she relayed stirring a simmering pot.
"Brilliant. How'd it go with Hillary" she asked chopping vegetables.
"He's unburdened himself a little and is now enjoying nephew therapy".
"I suppose you can't tell me what's wrong".
"The usual thing that bothers soldier's, leaving men behind and watching friends die"
Wendy had figured as much having seen Becker's behavior in both Avery and many years before in her husband.
"He'll get over it in time" Frank Becker declared walking in.
"Like us" Avery said finishing her father's sentence "you had mum and I had Conrad whose Hillary got".
And there it was the white elephant that had been lurking since Becker had arrived in his sullen withdrawn mood.
"His twin" Gregory offered stepping out the utility room where he'd been ear-wigging.
"It's not the same; anyway I've kinda got my hands full".
"So" he continued naively.
"These things take time, there's no quick fix".
2 WEEKS LATER
"Bad time" Becker asked noticing his sister's flustered appearance as she opened the door.
"Just finished breakfast" she called heading to the kitchen.
"I see what you mean" he said eyeing the porridge splattered everywhere "where's the culprits".
"In the lounge" she said picking up her cloth "so what brings you to my humble abode".
"You hear about the incident at the members bar".
"We dealt with it" she said trying to keep a straight face "made interesting viewing". A field coordinator for UNIT, Avery's division had been dealing with the anomalies in the ARC's absence.
"I can imagine; you heard their reopening the ARC".
"About time we're fed up with doing their job".
Becker took a deep breath knowing what he was about to say wouldn't go down well "and they asked me to withdraw my resignation".
"What" she asked turning to glare at him.
"They need Lester and Lester wants me".
"And"
"I accepted".
"You think that's wise you're a shell Hill and it's the ARC's fault" she said pausing.
"Lester thinks they're still alive and there's a chance they might make it back" he said hoping to sway her.
"What if they don't" she asked leveling him with her full gaze.
"I'll be there to stop it happening again".
"So you found somewhere to live".
"Lester secured me a nice two bed flat not far from the new office, I've just been to pick the keys up".
"I hope you know what you're doing" she said effectively ending the conversation.
"I hope so to" Becker said placing a spare key and a piece of paper with his address on it on the side "I better get going the movers are due soon".
"Don't do anything stupid" she called echoing his sentiment from years earlier when they'd shared a similar conversation.
Watching him leave Avery made a mental note to get her CO to sweet talk this Lester into feeding him information on how he was doing, either that or she'd hack the ARC and read their reports.
First attempt a primeval fanfiction what do you think, especially if you want me to continue.