Abby and Connor have returned from the Cretaceous, but two underdeveloped characters are about to find themselves trapped in the past.

In case you haven't already guessed, this is a Secker story.

Becker. In swim trunks.

Sarah watched him stretch out on the edge of the sand. She had to admit he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. He always wore so many little packs on the front of his armor that Sarah never had a chance to look at him properly, but shirtless he was impossible to look away from. So hot….his skin glistened with specks of water.

Connor and Abby had the idea of going to the beach; when they and Danny returned from the anomalies, Connor sporting a full beard and Abby's hair long and knotted, their first demand of Lester was that they get a weekend off. He grudgingly agreed and that was that.

Abby sat next to Sarah, sunbathing in a red bikini. Sarah wore a modest swimsuit with a skirt. Connor and Abby had a lengthy discussion on the way back from the anomaly of nothing but descriptions what they wanted to do now that they were back, and apparently the bikini had been one of Connor's conditions. Sarah was not a part of such conditions and she had no intentions of wearing a bikini; Abby had to twist her arm to get her to wear a swimsuit at all. Her idea of a day at the beach was curled up on a blanket with a good book.

Connor, Danny, and Becker were splashing around like kids in the waves. Becker, though the youngest of the three, seemed the most mature somehow. While Danny was dunking Connor underwater, he was laughing gently along the side; Sarah laughed then as Connor and Becker splashed water into Danny's face.

"Enjoying yourself, Sarah?" Abby asked. Sarah looked at her friend, almost counting the seconds she wasn't looking at Becker.

"Yeah," Sarah replied stiffly before returning her gaze to the men in the water. Becker was running towards the shore; Sarah guessed he was coming to get his surfboard.

He passed the girls, offering each one a smile before snatching his surfboard from the back of Danny's truck. Sarah's head turned involuntarily to follow him, and she assumed Abby noticed how her breath caught when Becker began to turn again and she turned back quickly, because the blonde's eyebrows were raised.

"Sarah," Becker said, and she looked up at him, trying to focus on his face instead of….everything else. His eyes were enough to capture her attention. "How'd you like to ride with me?"

Sarah looked at the board with a little fear. "Are you sure that's safe?" she asked. Becker nodded. Sarah bit the side of her mouth, unsure.

"She'd love to," Abby answered for her, waving her on. "She's totally bored up here, captain."

Sarah glared at Abby but got to her feet and followed Becker into the surf, where Danny and Connor were laughing about something or another.

"Recovering from the loss of that gun, Soldier Boy?" Danny laughed; Sarah was surprised to see the captain grimace seriously.

"Shut up, Quinn," he growled darkly. "C'mon, Sarah."

They were knee-deep in the water. Becker held the board steady.

"Get on," he said, and Sarah sheepishly climbed onto the board, a leg hanging off each side.

"I've never ridden one of these things, Becker," she said uncomfortably. He smiled gently at her as he sat down in front of her, his legs tucked beneath him.

"You'll be fine," he smiled. "Inch forward a little and put your hands on my waist. The waves can get pretty big out here."

The invitation made Sarah inhale slowly--she set her hands on Becker's hips and let her breath out.

Sarah saw that Becker had been telling the truth; a wave lifted her outstretched toes from the sandy floor and she pushed herself forward without thinking, wrapping her arms about Becker's stomach fearfully.

Becker laughed and she pulled her arms off of him. "No, keep them there--there's bigger waves out further."

"Um, I think I've changed my mind," Sarah breathed, but she returned her arms about the waist of the captain. Any excuse for this close contact was a good excuse, although she kept her back arched to avoid being too close.

"Hang on," Becker said, leaning forward so that he was laying out on the board. Sarah had to let go of him and clutch the sides of the board to avoid being thrown off. "Sorry, Sarah," he called back, but began to paddle forwards with his arms.

Sarah looked over the edge of the board, watching the water grow darker as it grew deeper. She felt herself freeze up and she pulled her feet upwards so that her toes almost touched the air. She was both terrified and exhilarated.

Suddenly a wave lifted them up several feet, she could've sworn. She shrieked Becker's name, and the captain looked up. A large wave was coming towards them, the kind that surfers loved and sane people avoided, in Sarah's point of view.

Becker made a noise that sounded happy and he somehow managed to climb from lying down up to his feet. Sarah grappled her legs to the sides of the surfboard and her knuckles were whitened as they clutched the board. She closed her eyes, and only opened them when Becker called her name out.

She found they were in a tube of water, and she screamed, but it was drowned out by the roar of the waves.

She saw Becker holding a hand out to the water, a finger slipping in and out of the wave and spraying water in tiny droplets over Sarah. It was sort of mystical, she had to admit, despite her terror.

He held his other hand down to her and she took it. He lifted her up and she put a hand to either side of his waist, laughing.

"Still scared?" he asked.

"Not as long as you're here," Sarah said before thinking. She flushed and Becker jerked around with wide eyes, losing balance.

"Wha--?"

Suddenly and rather ironically the board fell out from beneath their feet and the wave crashed down onto them. Sarah saw a flash of light suddenly.

Sarah and Becker broke the surface and their arms found one another as they struggled to stay afloat. Becker saw his board and pulled Sarah towards it. They clung to it, Sarah coughing and Becker looking at her concernedly.

"Come on, let's get to shore."

They swam towards the nearest shore, not noticing until they were crawling up onto the beach that it was not the same shore they had came off of.

"Hadrosaurs," Sarah breathed. At first Becker wasn't sure what she was talking about, but looking up from the sand he saw a massive herd of dinosaurs stepping towards them slowly.

"Oh, God," Becker breathed.