Authors Note: I was just wondering why there were no new Becker/Connor stories… so I decided to write one myself.

-Becker's Point Of View-

With care I slowly walked into the lab where I knew Connor was tinkering with another one of his gadgets. The clock on the wall ticked away and the fluorescent light bulbs hummed softly, I couldn't think too much, and I had to try and stop myself from feeling anything. It was the only way I knew how to survive facing Connor.

Connors back was to the door and he was working intently on something at the table, I leaned against the doorframe gently – trying not to make a sound that would alarm Connor to my presence.

Two months, two bloody months have gone by and there is still no word out of him – it frustrated me to no end but I didn't get mat at Connor for it, I couldn't get mad at Connor…not anymore.

It had been my fault; if I didn't listen to Connor, I had automatically assumed that I knew better than because of my military training. I then left Connor behind with no weapon and went off. Thus leaving Connor alone to witness the slaughter of 26 people by a pack of utahraptors – there was nothing Connor could do to stop it. In that moment he saw too much suffering and too much death that he, as the doctors describe it - shut down, and from that day on Connor hasn't said a word. They say it is just his mind and body's way of dealing with it.

Still, Connor has been normal in every other way, he just seems to have lost the ability or desire to speak – to be honest I use to get annoyed and bothered by Connors never ending ramblings and how he awkwardly stumbled around conversations with people he didn't know very well. At the thought of this, tension coiled in my gut and tears burned behind my eyes, I swear I would give anything just to hear Connor's voice again.

Abruptly Connors head shot up; turning around stridently he looked at me with quizzical alarm. Caught off guard and with emotion starting to well up in my throat I made a sudden move to leave quickly.

Connors held up his hand palm facing him then flipped it over and motioned for me to come more into the room. Without really even thinking about it I did as Connor asked. When he got to the work table Connor motioned for me to hold a bit of wire together, I complied and Connor used the soldering gun on it. When it was finished I gently let go of the wires and started backing up towards the door.

Connor noticed and he quickly jotted something down on a piece of paper and handed it to my and not meeting my eyes. I took it trying to mask the surprise on my face – as far as I knew Connor had never written anything to anyone.

Bring some work in here, and stay with me?

It was a question, and I didn't even have to think about it. "Give me a second Connor…I'll be right back."

As quickly and as efficiently as I could I gathered all of the supplies that he would need to keep hyself well occupied for the time being. When I returned I found that a table had been cleared off of Connors clutter and a chair had been pulled up.

"Thanks." I expressed earning a glace and a small smile from Connor, I found myself still looking at Connor after he had turned his back to me. Something strange captured my attention, it was the slope of Connors back…the indentation of his waist. As I let my eyes trail back up I noticed the placement of a small almost hidden scar on the back of this neck.

'I wonder where he got that?' I absently thought, then an image came to me like a flash – it was fleeting – but still there, like a movie you saw just a second of and couldn't get out of your head.

I wondered what it would feel like to trace the length of that scar with my lips.

To be continued…