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MINE, ACTUALLY
by saresare
Connor blackmails Becker into helping him get Rex back.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
RATING: K
STATUS: One-shot
SPOILERS:
Episode 3.7, Becker's first name
Connor found Becker in the armoury. He swallowed his apprehension and ambled inside.
"Action man!" Connor greeted. "Fancy seeing you here." He tried to casually lean against a shelf but ending up knocking it and sending several weapons clattering to the floor.
Becker narrowed his eyes. "What do you want, Temple?" he rumbled, collecting the fallen guns and returning them to their position.
Connor hesitated. For Abby, he thought. Gotta do it for Abby. He rolled his shoulders and wrung his hands. "I want you to help me get Rex back."
Becker raised an eyebrow. "Rex? Isn't that your little pet dinosaur?" he snorted. "Have you lost it again?" He turned around and resumed taking inventory, his back to Connor.
Connor grit his teeth, remembering when Rex had escaped on the golf course and almost gotten eaten by the pteranodon. Becker hadn't been around then, so someone must've told him. "No actually," he corrected. "Abby's brother gambled him away. And I want to get him back without Abby knowing anything about it."
Becker shot him a glare over his shoulder. "And why would I want to do that? I'm not going to run around with you kidnapping dinosaurs whenever you feel the need to."
"I guess I forgot to mention that he's posted Rex on eBay. Shame if someone realised just how unique he is and, you know, ruined the whole secrecy thing," Connor pressed.
Becker chuckled nonchalantly and shook his head. "I'm not your little soldier boy. Get the lizard back yourself."
Connor frowned. Time for Plan B. "I guess you're right, Hilary."
He watched with cautious amusement as Becker froze, his shoulders hunching angrily. Becker spun around and advanced on Connor with a couple of fuming steps, his eyes blazing. "Excuse me?" he spat.
Connor feigned confidence and stood his ground. He offered a smug smile.
"How do you know that?" Becker continued irately. His hands twitched toward the guns.
"Oh, you know me," Connor grinned. "Walking encyclopaedia, the brains of the operation. I know everything."
Becker's lips jerked into a grimace.
"I had a friend in primary school named Hilary. Real cutie pie she was. She loved Barbie dolls," Connor teased.
Becker closed his eyes and fought to retain his composure. He reopened them and stared at Connor. "You wouldn't."
"I would."
Becker sighed. "What do you want?"
"I outbid the auction for three grand and got the guy's address. Get a couple of your men to come with you and I," Connor demanded. "We can go now."
"Now? Are you kidding me?" Becker snapped. "I'm busy!"
"Too bad. I need to get Rex back to Jack before Abby gets home. Now are you coming or do I need to get over the loudspeaker?" Connor threatened.
Becker growled. "Fine, Temple. I'll get Kentwell and Smith to come. Just give me ten minutes."
"Oh, and another thing." Connor pulled the sunglasses from his pocket and held them up. "I reckon you'd look great in these."
Becker glowered at them. "No," he said.
"Your choice, man." Connor cocked his head. "You know, Hilary sounds a lot like 'hilarity'. Ironic, don't you think?"
Becker snatched the sunglasses from him. "You owe me, Temple," he growled and stormed out of the armoury.
"Thank you!" Connor called to the retreating figure. He flaunted a dramatic voice to the empty room. "You and whose army?" He grinned. "Mine, actually."