Possession

Rating: T for adult situations, and language

Spoilers: series 4 and 5

Description: Something is wrong, seriously wrong with Becker. He's not acting like himself. Can he ever be freed to act like himself?

Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval or the characters.

Author's Note: Tomorrow is Halloween, so I have to get any stories inspired by Halloween out now.

This is sort of a sequel to Potion. B/J are in a relationship, and Madame Lorraine will make an appearance. Also, I don't like to give things away, but there is something major with Becker, it involves the title, and I'm not sure I like the narration. I want to make it mostly other' peoples POV, and not B's so when it is in his POV briefly, here at the beginning it may be confusing. Let me know.

Possession

The team took on a bunch of raptors in a historic part of London.

"Be careful," said Jess. "These buildings are super, super priceless."

"Yes, Jess," said Becker. "You said that thirty seconds ago."

"You know I love you, Becker, but you can be a bit trigger happy."

"Jess, I am not, and you shouldn't say things like that."

"Oh like I love you? How about I liked what you wore to bed last night?"

"Jess!"

"We're on a private line, silly."

"Oh, good. I'd rather you not mention that word right now though, its distracting."

"What word?"

"The 'b' word and if you repeat it you can go alone tonight."

Jess giggled. "OK, I'll behave. Wouldn't want anyone to guess our secret yet. It's super sexy pretending we aren't a couple."

"Yes, it is," agreed Becker.

Jess giggled. "OK, switching to normal line, now."

"See anything Becker?" asked Matt.

"No not yet. Why is this place so historic anyway?"

"Oh it was where the uber rich lived. All the playboy creeps."

"Why creeps?" asked Becker.

"Well, a bunch of them kind of ran together and a lot of disappearances of women were linked to them, but they were rich, so they got off," said Jess.

"Never heard of it," said Becker.

"That's cause you spend your time with guns," said Connor.

Becker was in the far room of the posh apartment complex, when he heard a noise, followed by a crash, and then a chair was thrown at him, knocking him down. Becker was pretty out of it, but for a second, he thought he saw the image of a young man in weird, old clothes staring down at him and grinning. Then he heard the raptors. He fought to stay conscious, and got off a few rounds before everything went dark.

He came too, it must have been shortly after. He was on the floor of the apartment, next to a beautiful woman who knelt beside him. Three strange animals lay nearby, guarded by a man holding a strange gun.

"Hey, welcome back," said the man. "You OK?"

He was confused, what the hell was going on, who were these people and what were those things in his house? Then the sensations hit him, smelling the musty air, feeling the pain in his body.

His body. It had been so long since he had a body. He'd been dead for a long, long time. He remembered, he saw the young dark haired man and had a crazy idea. He attacked him, and jumped inside his body, possessing him, then to his horror these creature things appeared and he feared his life would be short lived.

"Becker?"

So, that was his name now. He was no longer a near-do-well playboy and suspected murderer of women. He was now someone called Becker. In his body, he had a new chance at life, and all the horrible things he didn't get to finish.

Upon their return, Jess ran up and hugged Becker.

"Thank god! I was so worried. Are you really all right?" she asked.

Becker smiled. "Fine, baby, but then, how could I not be, looking into those blue gems that are your eyes?"

Matt and Connor exchanged disbelieving glances.

"That's a little thick, isn't it," said Abby with a groan.

Emily simply looked strangely at the Captain.

Jess looked even more strangely at him. "OK, that doesn't exactly convince me your fine, Becker."

Becker smirked, and grabbed her, kissing her passionately.

Everyone in Ops, not just the team, but all the techs, and other workers looked in disbelief.

There were claps, shouts of "about time," and some murmurs and weird looks.

"I wish I'd get the same kind of injury," mused Epstein, a quiet, geek-like tech. "Turn me into Don Juan."

Finally, Becker let her go, and she gasped for breath. "What's...got...into you?" she asked.

He smirked, touching her cheek. "Don't you like it?"

Jess looked at him. It was a different kiss, and frankly, no, she did not like it. There was no emotion, no tenderness in it. It didn't feel like him

"It's so unlike you," she said, finally. Then she whispered, "I thought we were going to be discreet, about us."

"Changed my mind," he said, pulling her into another deep kiss.

"Captain Becker! Please release my field coordinator at once! She has work to do. Come to think of it, so do you. Please go about your ARC business and keep your hands and lips to yourself," said Lester loudly.

Then he walked up to the pair, and said quietly, " I'm sure you can pick this up after hours, if you so wish." He smiled briefly, and quickly strolled to his office.

Jess giggled. Then looked at Becker. She took his hand for a moment. Something was different about his eyes. They were harsher, even a bit empty. She smiled at him, and went to the ADD.

Becker watched her go, leering at her curves as she slowly glided away. He licked his lips, wiping drool away. His heart was beating, and he felt...anxious. He growled softly.

It had been such a long time. A female tech walked by, smiling politely at him. He watched her walk until she was gone. He was so hungry. There were so many pretty women, and they looked at him, actually paying him attention.

He turned to find somewhere less crowded, as he entered the lift, he saw his reflection.

He laughed. He'd forgotten that he was handsome now. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

The lift opened, but he saw no one. He needed to find someone.

He smelled cooking, and had forgotten the sensation. His mouth watered and his stomach grumbled.

He was alive! He'd been in limbo so long that he had forgotten what life felt like. He followed the smells into a large room, but there was no food in sight.

There was however, a woman. She was petite, brunette, young and pretty. She had her back to him, busy at the counter. She wore an unattractive white coat, but it didn't matter. She was there and she was female.

He crept up to her silently, this body good for sneaking. He quietly threw his arms around her.

"Aaa!" she screamed.

Becker laughed, and let her go.

"Oh, Captain Becker! You frightened me!" cried sous-chef Kimberly.

Becker chuckled. "How are you? You look...delicious," he said, grinning lecherously at her.

Kimberly was frightened, and it felt strange. She never felt anything like this toward him. She respected and admired Becker, but now, she had an overpowering feeling of 'the creeps.'

"I, um, should go, back to the kitchen, sir. Excuse me," she said, making a move to go past him.

He grabbed her.

"Captain, please let me go."

"Kiss me, and I will."

Kimberly's eyes grew wide. "Sir, I don't know...you obviously aren't well. Let me go, now. I'll call someone to help you."

"Don't do that...I don't want anymore company," he said, and he tried to kiss her.

Kimberly had taken a self-defense class, ironically, taught by Becker. She kicked his shin, hard as she could, and gouged his eye with the other hand. He cried out, but let her go. Kimberly ran around the corner, and into Chef Bernie, coming through from the kitchen.

"What's going on? Who screamed? Kim, are you all right?"

Her face was red and scared, and she was shaking. Clearly she was not all right.

Becker stood there, obviously in pain, rubbing his eye.

"She attacked me!"

Bernie stared. "What? Kim?"

"Let me go, Bernie, please," she said frantically, pushing passed him and into the kitchen.

"I don't know what's happening, Captain. Kim's a good girl. She wouldn't attack you without reason."

Becker glared at him. "I said she did. I'm a captain, and you're a pathetic cook. Don't you dare call me a liar."

Bernie sized the Captain up. He was not himself. "I think you should leave, Sir, and you should remember that you're in the canteen, and in here I'm a general."

Becker glared, said nothing and left.

Bernie went back into the kitchen, and found Kim in his office, sitting in his chair, and crying.

Bernie knelt beside her. "Tell me what happened, Kim, all of it," he said, gently.

End Chapter One