A/N: here it is, my second Primeval fic. I'm so happy. This is a work in progress. I don't know how many chapters but all I'm telling you there will me a lot of drama and tears and fluff, but not just yet. This is sort of a Jess centric fic with lots of Jecker feels. Also I cried while writing this because a) I was super emotional b) I was not in a very good state of mind and c) this gave me the feels.

Anyways, please be nice and don't forget to review okay? I love you all :)

HAPPY READING!

Fran

There was one thing she needed to be thankful for. As crazy as it seemed, she had to be thankful for the beetle attack. Yes, it was ridiculous that after her fight against death she could possibly be grateful for the one thing that almost killed her. But she had a reason for that, of course. Ever since she had been attacked she and Becker had grown closer. He often gave her rides home, had lunch with her, bought her cups of coffee early in the morning and he always found an excuse to be closer to her. Abby said he was worried something might happen, that while she had been unconscious he had momentarily lost his mind. Jess didn't want to think about it too much because she was certain he was just a dear friend and he might show the same level of concern for any other friend. Though in the back of her mind she hoped that concern was only for her.

"Everyone, my office now" Lester had called, the team shared a confused look before quickly following their boss inside. He took a seat at his desk, spinning his chair slightly from one side to the other.

"Is there something wrong?" Becker was the first one to ask. Usually when Lester called them for a unplanned meeting meant that something bad had happened, or someone did something wrong. The last time they were there they talked about Philip. After that everything went to hell.

"No,not quite. I will, however, make a suggestion to you"

"to…me?. Why?"

"Because I say so, that's why. You will take Jessica with you on your next field work" Lester spoke, hardly giving time for his words to sink in and to process. Jess shared a confused look with Abby, then with Connor and her eyes finally set on Becker, who was frowning profusely.

"Why would I do that?" Becker asked, avoiding her Jess' questioning gaze. "I don't think she's useful in the field"

"Excuse me?" Jess interfered, not even daring to mask her hurt at his words.

"She doesn't know how to shoot" Becker spoke directly to Lester, not paying attention to Jess' complains.

"I do." She answered

"Her job is coordinate the anomalies, not to be out there shooting and pretending she can actually do that"

"I know how to use a gun"

"No, there is no way I will take her out with me"

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm standing right here!"

"ENOUGH!" Lester screamed. Both stood quiet, Jess looking at Becker and him looking at anywhere and anyone but her. "I did not ask for your opinion, I gave you an order because last thing I knew I was your BOSS"

"Yes, but I am in charge of the security in this building and I need people who are capable of taking care of themselves as well as others. Jessica's job is to stay inside, she doesn't belong out there"

Each time he spoke Jessica felt her insides twitch. She never thought that he, of all people, could think of her as weak and unable to fight. She could have cried, she could have yelled at him, but she had to remind herself she was in front of others so she kept everything for herself.

"You will take her with you because she needs to learn, whatever she doesn't know I'm sure you will teach her" Lester spoke "Every single member of this team needs to be prepared, we can make excuses like 'I don't belong here, I can't do this because this isn't my job'. When creatures happen they won't ask you if you know how to fight, they will attack and you need to able to defend yourself. You will take her with you, end of the discussion"

He stormed out the minute Lester stopped talking, she watched him from the corner of her eye and the only think she could think of was how much of a jerk he truly was.

Eventually an anomaly showed up, her heart beat faster at the sound of the alarm. Though she was eager to be outside, she was also scared of what the creatures might do. She had seen them act, she had seen them attack and kill a young girl, there was no way she wouldn't be scared. Besides, there had been a reason why she had taken this job, they had assured her she wouldn't have to face the creatures unless they personally attacked her. Now she was doing exactly what she had never wanted to do. Still she wasn't going to back away, she needed to prove to someone how brave she was and how useful she could be.

She couldn't even begin to describe how filthy and smelly she felt. How a creature could smell so terrible was beyond her, and how its blood fell all over her of all people. She had taken two showers since she came home and each time she thought she smelled good until she noticed that disgusting smell again. She was regretting going into the field like Lester had suggested, praying for it not to happen ever again.

Then there was the other awful part of leaving her beloved desk; Becker. She had stopped talking to him since the meeting and when he had assigned who should go with whom she had refused to go with him and went with Abby instead. Call her childish but he had offended her, she could at least make him suffer. After returning from the field, dealing the creature and closing the anomaly, she had left straight home without saying goodbye like she usually did.

She was about to tuck into bed, forget about all her concerns (Becker included) when a knock on the door stopped her. She looked at her watch, almost midnight. Who could be knocking at her door so late? Abby had gone out to the movies with Connor and they had keys, she didn't have any other friends that could visit her in the middle of the night. She didn't have any friends besides the team to be honest. The knocks didn't stop, in fact they turned more frantic and desperate. She opened the door after a few seconds of thinking about it, she thought if she waited whoever was on the other side would walk away, she was wrong.

Especially since she now understood the desperate knocking; it was Becker.

"What are you doing here so late?" she asked him. He made his way inside and she closed the door behind them. She could smell the beer the minute she opened the door.

"I need to talk to you" he spoke quickly, standing a few feet away from her.

"Are you drunk?"

"No, I had a few beers but not enough to get drunk. I need to have my brain clear for what I'm about to tell you" He closed to remaining steps, standing just a few inches away from her body.

"Becker go home"

"No. I just…I just…" he sighed heavily, looking down at his feet for a brief second before his eyes came to stare at her lips and then her eyes. He reached out for her, slowly, his hands holding hers between them. "I wanted to say I'm sorry, for being a jerk. I shouldn't have said you couldn't protect yourself, I shouldn't have said you were useless. I was being irrational and…upset"

"I know, it's okay. " She gave his hand a light squeeze before making a lame attempt of walking away. He stopped her, still holding her hand tightly between his. "Becker it's late, you need to go home. We can talk about this in the morning"

"No. We can't. You don't understand how much courage it took me to come here, to make up my mind and tell you everything I wanted to say"

Her heart begun a quick pace the minute he said his last words. He wanted to say something to her important enough it couldn't wait til the morning? She was curious and desperate and a little worried.

"Becker…"

"I didn't want you there because I can't lose you. I just can't" he begun. "I've lost so many people like that, people that I care about, friends Jessica. I've failed them; they left and died because of me. First Connor and Abby, then Sarah. I lost them…and I can't lose you. I can't. I won't be able to handle it. The only reason why I didn't want you to go it's not because I don't think you're capable, its because I just wouldn't be able to handle the idea of losing you like I lost Sarah. "

"Becker…"

"You mean so much to me; you bring something to my life I thought I'd lost a long time ago. What would I do without you? "

"Becker I don't think you…"

She didn't have time to finish; she didn't have time to think straight as his lips crashed against hers. It was desperate; he was clinging to her, pulling her towards his body. She thought she wouldn't be able to move not even for a second. Then, when she wrapped her arms around his neck, he lose the grip on her waist and kissed her slowly and sweetly.

They reached her bed. And there was as time in which she lost her senses at the feel of his hands caressing her body and his tongue licking her neck. There were just moans and promises of always being together after that.

TBC.