JUST OUR LUCK
a Primeval fic by Ro-RoWeasley.
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval or any of the series characters featured. Any references to places, businesses and names are entirely fictitious, though this story is based upon a recent outing of mine. I don't own anything other than this particular story.
[A/N: Okay, you can probably guess where I got the inspiration for this from but in my defence, seeing people chasing desert camels at a music festival is rather an unusual occurrence! I have simply taken that bizarre experience and Primeval-ified it! So yeah, here's yet another Primeval story from me. This one will be no more than a 3-5 chapter length short story based on my own musings, I hope you like!]
"But we just have to go and see her, she's like the next big thing!"
"Jess I don't want to my ears to bleed. Besides it's too early for dancing, lets go see the acoustic guy! We can sit undercover from the sun, snuggle up for a bit and enjoy some relaxing smooth guitar!"
"Early? Hil, it's one in the afternoon! There are acoustic acts on all day, I don't want to miss this!"
"Well at least you're not shooting down the snuggling!"
Jess pouted. "But with dancing we can have more fun and let off some steam. That's the whole point in being here, we haven't had this much time off since our honeymoon!"
Their playful argument over who to see next had been going on for the last few minutes. As she swatted him on the chest, Jess grinned and reached up to peck her husband on the lips. Captain Becker returned her grin and laced their hands together as they continued walking across the field.
The extensive field was part of a country park in Yorkshire currently hosting its annual music festival, though not quite as well-known as others happening across the country over the summer. It was somewhere quiet and out of the way, with a selection of up and coming acts taking to the seven stages dotted around.
Most importantly, it was far away from London and the ARC. Lester had insisted that their first wedding anniversary (which wasn't until tomorrow) be well away from the influence of anomalies despite Becker's protests at being needed. And so here they currently were; no dinosaurs, EMDs or security uniform in sight as they sported festival gear.
Jess being Jess was in her usual bright colours, wearing a pink playsuit with a green floral pattern and her favourite lime green Hunter wellies. In her curly auburn hair was a daisy flower headband and from her shoulder swung a small brown satchel.
Hilary Becker was in dark jeans and a red checked open shirt with a black tee underneath. Despite Jess's valiant efforts to force him into red wellies, he had insisted on wearing his black work combat boots. No matter the amount of reassurance he'd been given from Lester of having a quiet weekend to themselves, the soldier wasn't about to become complacent.
He put his arm around his wife's waist and pulled her closer as they walked across the extensive field, and then teasingly sighed. Sometimes he really wondered how he'd missed the moment she had gotten under his skin.
"Fine, we'll go and see your pop princess!" he grinned down at her. "But only because I love you."
She beamed and leaned up to kiss him. "Yeyy thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!"
The rest of the day passed smoothly with Jess and Becker watching a variety of pop, acoustic and rock artists they both wanted to see, with plenty of dancing and even more snuggling up in the acoustic tents.
Finally after a scrumptious dinner of Chinese noodles (without prawn crackers much to Becker's disappointment) and a few glasses of cider, the pair made their way back to the campsite. It was situated to the left hand side of the main field away from the main throng. Lester had managed to secure backstage access passes meaning they were in a special guest area and even allowed to meet certain acts. In their campsite were other guests such as relatives of performers and competition winners.
They stayed up talking for a while before eventually falling asleep, Jess in Becker's arms with her head on his bare chest.
. . .
Jess woke to the smell of frying food the following morning. It was Hil outside their two-man tent making breakfast.
"Morning beautiful!" He said, poking his head through the door.
"Morning." Jess replied, wincing at how groggy her voice sounded. But she soon cheered up as he handed her a mug of coffee. "Mmm, just what I need!"
She pulled a hoodie on over her pyjamas and joined him outside, sitting in one of the camp chairs. Soon he handed her a plate of sausages, bacon, scrambled egg and beans.
"Happy Anniversary Mrs Becker."
Jess couldn't help but beam. She was so lucky to have such a wonderful person such as the man before her as her husband. He meant the world to her and they both knew it. She put the plate on the floor as she stood up and walked over to him and sat on his lap. Surrounding his neck with her arms she pulled him to her and their lips met in a gentle loving kiss.
"Happy Anniversary, Captain." She whispered. She then walked back to her seat and dug into her food while Hil went into the tent to get dressed.
When he emerged a few moments later Jess noticed he had his work boots on again.
"Don't you have any wellies?" She asked. He gave her a look.
"You know I do, Jess. But I can't run in wellies." When Jess looked confused he elaborated. "I know this is supposed to be a weekend for us to get away from the ARC but I just can't let myself relax or forget.
"I'm sure we won't have any anom-"
"Don't jinx it Jess, please! I'm sorry, I'm just worried. I don't want anything to ruin our day."
Jess sighed and stood up to embrace him. Trust him to still have the ARC at the front of his mind, he'd lived and breathed it every day for so long without a break. Well Jess decided to attempt to change his mind.
"It's okay. Anyway, they'll be better than wellies at getting men off of my back!" She teased and the smile on his face then told Jess she didn't need to worry any more. "Right, my turn to get changed!"
"Would you like my help?" he asked hopefully.
"Be my guest!"
. . .
Later that day Captain Becker had branched off from Jess to visit the loos, as she was busy hanging out backstage with a popular girl band.
He chose the ones by their campsite as he enjoyed the walk. The path was a dirt track closed in and lined with trees, with a steep slope to one side, giving it an isolated but cosy feel. There was also a small river nearby; the sound was comforting and reminded him weirdly of his childhood home.
On the return trip his attention was caught by some all too familiar shapes against a tree, easily missable by passers-by. His heart leapt into his mouth as his brain processed what he was seeing. He scrambled up the slope to the tree and had to shield his eyes from the sudden light.
There, a metre from the edge of the slope, crystal-like shards of golden glow shining bright even in the current daylight was an anomaly.
"Just our luck." He muttered, and then he was running.
. . .
To be continued.