A/N: Hi! So this is my first dabble into the Primeval fanfiction universe. I'm not sure how this little story will be received, but hey, I think it's a pretty original concept! Hopefully my narrating OC will be likable too - I tried to make her fairly spunky and a little bit of a larrikan.

Let me know what you think and enjoy! :)

I. Introductions

It is common knowledge that people see what they choose to see; notice what they choose to notice. As such, some people 'slip under the radar'; they manage to evade any attention being drawn to them whatsoever and go about their daily lives without any hint of recognition.

My name is Lark Sommerbush (yes, like the bird), old enough to know better, yet too young to resist and average...very average. I am most defiantly one of those people. I don't mind the lack of notice - rather enjoy it actually - so I'm not complaining, just explaining. People like me, choose jobs where we don't NEED to be noticed, we can go around without having to be accosted by unnecessary social interaction and expectation. I'm not saying I don't like a bit of human company, but I'd rather not be the focus of everyone attention.

That's why, being a cleaner is perfect for me. You hear, see, almost everything; you can observe people quietly and without incident, after all, you're just here to clean the bins. You stay late, get up early, get plenty of exercise (walking around from bin to bin), and have a sharp eye for detail (after all, how do you think the ARC got to be so shiny looking in the first place! Pure skill I assure you). Sometimes I thank the stars I have the perfect job.

Truthfully, working as a cleaner for the ARC, a government-and-private-sector-run secret organisation really does have it's advantages. I've been working here for four years, and watched from the sidelines as teams came and went. I cried with all the others when Stephen died, Nick and Sarah too.

Just like everyone else, I fervently hoped Abby, Connor and Danny would make it back, return from the anomalies unscathed. It took a year, but they managed it, the three of them were ok; although Danny, having personal problems (something to do with a crazy brother running round the ARC) decided to return through the anomalies.

The real problem at the ARC, in my, humble opinion, is that the people who work here are too caught up in the world of dangerous creatures and other nasty business to focus on the important things. Take Abby and Connor, it took them long enough to figure out their feelings for each other, although, thankfully, they got there in the end - even if it took a walk in the cretaceous to get them sorted out. Emily and Matt are sweet but so driven that they'll take quite a bit of work to get them on the right track; and don't even get me started on Jessica Parker and Hillary Becker (ok, so we snooped in personal files - it's not like it's that big of an issue; I mean seriously...).

Actually no, why not. We (aka the maintenance staff and cleaners) have been running a bet for the last year and a half on how long it would take Becker to cast off his detached attitude, and reveal what was happening behind those hazel eyes (especially in regards to a certain field coordinator). You can't blame people for trying.

My mate Marty, who cleans out the bins in the soldiers locker rooms, said he had overheard them talking about the time when Jess and Becker had diffused a bomb planted by Danny's brother (in my opinion those two really need to see a family counsellor). Apparently, the soldiers had burst into the room, and only just managed to catch a glimpse of them locked in an embrace before Becker tore away.

To add fuel to my fire, nearly every time there is a dangerous mission, I am left emptying bins with at least one (very large) chocolate wrapper in it. A certain man leaves a certain woman, a big block of chocolate to say 'you're brilliant' and 'thankyou for being a wonderful field coordinator - couldn't have done it without you'. One day, I expect Becker to actually just get to the point and pull the splinter that is his own ineptness from everyone else's side.

I thought he'd gotten his chance when I heard about 'The Beetle Incident' as it has been dubbed. Details are a little sketchy, but Jess, who is apparently allergic to insect bites, was, guess what, bitten. Becker decided to be very heroic and carry her all about the ARC, before racing to get her an epi-pen.

You would think, if the person he loved (albeit secretly), is on the verge of death, our dear captain would manage to get a few feelings out loud in the open. But no. Most definately not. John from IT said the man had managed to pass it off, going out to do some 'security stuff'. Said 'security stuff' apparently involves walking out to your 4x4 and spending the next hour and a half sitting in your front seat, head on the steering wheel (who knew cleaners could hack the CCTV feeds? It's amazing what this job involves).

For years, we, the maintenance staff have suffered! Unable to win (the now hefty) jackpot due to the inability of our team members to communicate! Unable to watch a good, old fashioned RomCom, without experience flashbacks of the sad story that is Becker and Jess! It cannot continue like this any longer! Quite frankly, I have had enough of this skipping around and avoiding the issue at hand. My particular skill-set, and connections with other fields places me in the perfect position to fix this...little problem (and win the pot). Operation 1: 'The cleaners strike back' (I watch WAY too much Star Wars) is now in force. So let us begin...