Hey hey, due to health problems, i had to stay in my bed for days, and watched Primeval.

I found Becker's situation at the end of Series 3 so difficult ... and i would like to try to explain what happened for him.

So here's the result, inspired by a Jecker fanvid made by thetrueparadisecity (youtube) .

This is only a translation, because English is not my mother tongue. So i'm sorry for the mistrakes.

I hope you'll enjoy it!

Becker pushed the pub's door, and instantly felt a bit better thanks to the warm atmosphere.
He looked behind the bar : Chris was there.
Chris, actually Christina, a small young woman with a comforting smile and maternal hugs.
She was the pub's owner, after her mentor had left it to her.
She had made this place a refuge for lonesome souls.
Regular customers knew they would find a sympathetic ear, and the place was only known by word of mouth.

Becker dropped down on a stool, shoulders low. He still hadn't managed to understand what had happened.
- Hey! There's my sweet Captain! What will you have ?
She kissed him on both cheeks, before getting back behind the bar. Only then did she look at him more carefully.
- Oh. Stronger than usual, then ?

She drew a beer, before bringing out from below the counter a bottle of whisky and two glasses.
- Talk to me.
And then, he started talking. Not the whole truth obviously, just a small part.

- We lost men. Again.
- Oh … I'm so sorry.
A fresh little hand took his, while he kept his eyes lowered.
- Three. We lost three of them. They disappeared, we've looked for them for weeks, but there's no sign of them.

Christina checked her customers, checking that they were all served. She then looked at her friend again. The first time she had seen him, he had just come back from his first SAS mission. And she was just a kid, happy because an older boy paid attention to her. But she had never seen him so upset.

- There is no one left. Cutter's dead, Jenny's gone, and Danny, Connor and Abby have disappeared. There is nothing left anymore. There is no longer any team. Although, the show must go on.
- You're a good soldier, Captain. I know you'll fulfill your mission, whatever it is.
- Honestly, I feel like handing in my resignation.
- Captain, you're made for this job. Helping people, protecting them, that's your mission. And even when you're not at work, you save people... Well, at least me, she said squeezing harder the soldier's long brown hand.

A shroud of sadness passed through the two friend's eyes. Without Becker, Chris would no longer be alive. One night, she was assaulted by two men whom her mentor had chased from the bar. Becker, being the last customer to leave the pub, had come closer, hearing her whimpers, and had gotten rid of her assailants. But he hadn't been able to protect her from being raped.

- I failed...
- You did your best.
- How could you know?
- I know you, Captain. I know that had you been able to, you would have sacrificed yourself for them . It's in your genes, it's in your blood, and … deep in your soul.

- So, here's to Danny, Connor et Abby ?
- Here's to them.
They toasted the fallen, swallowed their glasses before Chris served them another drink.

She spent the evening making him talk, distracting him by giving him the bar's latest gossip, news of the regular customers. But as long as he didn't accept that he was not responsible, she knew he wouldn't feel any better ...
The last to leave, Becker stayed to help her put the stools upside down, drinking a last beer while she cleaned the bar. Anything rather than being alone in his lifeless flat, having flashbacks of this latest mess.

When finally he reached the threshold, Chris called out to him.
- Captain ?
- Yeah ? he asked, putting his leather jacket on.
- Whatever happens, you'll always be my hero.