(A/N): Hey Guys, this is going to be an eventual Becker/OC, I never write short stories, I always feel they need more detail, so please, stick with the story for a while, I promise that Becker will be in the next chapter. Hope you like it, I'm writing the second chapter now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Anything you don't recognize (so basically everything) is of my own imagination.
8 months earlier
Heat radiated across the sands as the sun blazed down on the group of six soldiers as they trooped towards the crumbling mess of abandoned houses over the rocks littering the soft sand beneath their feet. Their leader, a woman of a mere 26 years old, signaled for them to split up into groups of two and search the shelters for survivors or rebel fighters. They did as she said and soon the only two in sight were her and the young but tough man who had been closest to her at the time. This young man's name was Jacob Gibbons, a promising cadet that was on his way up in the world, that is, until this mission. He pressed his back to the wall on one side of the shoddy wooden door that hid the inside of the house from the soldiers, just as his commanding officer, the woman, had signaled for him to. She held up one finger, then another, and finally a third before twisting the ancient looking door handle and pushing the door open, both her and Jacob spinning into the entrance, guns aimed and ready to fire on sight. They relaxed their hold on the triggers slightly as they saw nothing was in the house, and moved onto the next one. This time, as they made their way towards the entryway to the house, the door blasted open, splinters of wood flying as a native rebel fighter emerged, a large machine gun at the ready. As he caught the soldiers by surprise, he had the upper hand, shooting the young cadet in the chest twice and once in the stomach. He aimed at the woman, who dodged out of the way as he fired, narrowly missing getting hit. She leveled her weapon and shot the man in the heart from her position on the floor and thanks to his unprotected clothes he died instantly. She crawled over to the mans side, checking for his pulse and finding a very faint pulse.
"You lucky son of a bitch." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Man down! We need back up on the East Side of the rebel camp!" She yelled into the transmitter she had clipped to her shirt. The reply was a short confirmation of a medic on their way. She applied pressure to the wounds, the only serious one was the one on his stomach, the other two in his chest had hit the heavy metal case he always kept in the front of his military assigned vest, the thick metal keeping the pictures of his family safe from the elements and pillagers seeing as it had a combination lock only he knew the solution to. She pulled it out slowly to inspect the damage, finding only a few rather deep dents and a large gouge in the front.
"God, he's going to kill me if the pictures are ruined." She groaned, slipping the case back in his pocket, patting it with one hand for luck. The medic soon arrived, and patched up Jacob with the things he had in his kit, frequently commenting on how lucky he was to survive. Leaving Jacob in the capable hands of the medic, she took the risk of searching the houses by herself, without backup. She searched house after house, finding nothing threatening until she reached her seventh house. Opening the door, she entered the main room, her gun raised at the ready. She stopped herself just in time from pulling the trigger as she saw humans. The reason she stopped herself was the fact that they were, 1: not a threat, and 2: children. Huddled in a corner were a bunch of young children the most at around twelve years of age, the youngest a little six year old girl. The woman lowered her gun and crept towards the children, kneeling in front of them.
"Hey guys. I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" She whispered, reassuring the kids. She faltered as she saw a large shape covered in an old sheet behind the group of kids. Moving forward, she pulled the sheet off slowly and gasped as it fell to the floor, revealing a large and messy machine she could clearly tell was a bomb.
"Jenkins? You there?" She asked over the radio, keeping her eyes on the bomb.
"Yeah, I'm-" The transmission cut off with a pair of screams, ones she recognized as that of Randolph Jenkins and his partner Jennifer Haroldson.
"Hello? You guys alright?" Her voice flowed over the transmitter, and she received no answer. "Jenkins?" Again, she received no answer. Worried now, she tried the other group. "Kessler? Paisley?"
"Crest? Is that you? We found Jenkins and Haroldson, they're dead, looks like they were ripped apart." She could hear the disgust in John Kessler's voice, he had worked with the other two for years, and she knew he wouldn't take this lightly.
"Jesus Christ…" She muttered, shaking her head. "Okay, I need you over here, Gibbons is injured and I found a bomb surrounded by a bunch of children." She heard the sharp intake of breath from the other side of the transmitter.
"We're on our way." The woman breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to the bomb and children.
"Right." She helped the children to stand up and led them outside, telling them to stay there. Going back in, she approached the bomb. Big enough to incinerate anything within about a few meters radius of the house, oh wonderful. "How far away are you?" She asked over the line, waiting for the other two to come pick up the children.
"We're almost th-" Paisley's voice turned into a scream, and a feral growl could be heard, along with the tearing of fabric and flesh.
"Guys!" She yelled over the line, her only response was the dying screams of her friends. She glanced at the bomb, before racing outside and grabbing the children, running towards the edge of the rebel village, dragging the children behind her. She soon spotted the blood stained sand spot where she Jacob had been shot, and was glad to find both the medic and her friend weren't there anymore. She sped up as she heard the feral growl of the beast that had killed her friends. She flicked a glance back and gulped as she saw how close the grey, skeletal predator was to her. Its razor sharp teeth were visible as they stuck out of its un-proportionally large head. She vaguely remembered wondering why it had no eyes, that she could see anyway, as she raced away with the children in tow, the creature picking them off one by one. She was gasping for breath by the time she was approaching the camp, the creature still close behind her. Soldiers emerged from their tents to see what the children were screaming about as they ran for their lives. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a bright light, and unconsciously turned he head to look at it. The golden orb looked to be made of shards of glass as it hovered in the air, the creature turning towards it, heading to it, giving her enough time to drag the remaining kids out of harm's way. As the creature reached it, it passed right through disappearing into thin air. The woman glanced down at the three remaining kids and gulped as she tried to regain her breath. Even though her legs were weaker than they had been when she finished her training at Sandhurst, she still managed to take the three children to the Infirmary, just in case. The nurse insisted on checking on her, and after finding no signs of physical trauma, released her into the care of her commanding officer, officer Fell. He gestured towards the main tent and started walking, knowing she would follow him in. He held open the door flap for her, and once she was in her let it drop, gesturing again, this time to a chair on one side of a table. She slid into the hard wood chair as Fell settled himself in the chair opposite, between the other two officer's already seated beside him.
"Mrs. Crest, today's events are to be strictly confidential to everyone who wasn't part of the operation. If you tell anyone without government permission, you will be sentenced to spend some quality time in a jail cell. Do you understand?" Fell raised an eyebrow, and the other two continued to smile creepily at her.
"Yes sir, I understand." She replied, nodding politely. "Although. May I ask what that creature was?" A stern expression formed on officer Fell's face.
"They were predator's of some kind. We advise you not to try and find out more about these creatures, they are dangerous, and not to be messed with." A dark glare descended on the woman's face and she jumped up, knocking her chair over as she did so, placing her hands on the edge of the desk.
"You don't think I know that? I know that they are dangerous, they killed everyone on the mission except for Jacob and I! Besides, it went through that- that- glowing thing, how would I even try to 'mess' with it?" Her commanding officer shook his head.
"We weren't trying to suggest-" She shook her head, rubbing her forehead with her fingertips.
"I know, and I know I can't tell anyone, not that they'd believe me in the first place. This is strictly classified, and I know that, so can I please leave now?" They nodded reluctantly and she rushed out of the tent into the hot desert sun.
Present Day
A sigh of relief passed through my lips as I unlocked the door to my apartment, a long day was ending as I set all my stuff on the cupboard, before glancing around at the familiar furnishings.
"Jake?" I called, tilting my head to try to see inside the rooms blocked slightly by the dividing wall behind the couch. A head popped out from behind the door frame.
"Hey, you're back! Did you get the call?" I grinned and gave him two thumbs up.
"You are now looking at a new member of the ARC team." Jacob smiled back and came out of the room holding Eliza in his arms.
"Hey sweetie." I cooed as I grabbed her under the arms, pulling her to my chest before swapping her to my hip. Jacob Gibbons and Elizabeth Crest, my twin sister, were High School Sweet Hearts, and just over four years ago we found out that Eliza was pregnant. We were all happy, until the day came when she was due to give birth. We had driven to the Hospital, and we sat with her until it started, and the doctor's told me to leave so they would have room to move. A few hours later, I was told that she had died giving birth to a beautiful baby girl, and they didn't really know why. So, I entered the room and sat with my brother-in-law and niece. Jacob named her Elizabeth Annabel Gibbons, after her mother and Jacob's mother for the middle name. So, for the next four years, we looked after her, and when we went on missions Jacob's mother, the same Annabel, would watch over her. Though, since the last mission with the predators, Jacob had quit the military, realizing that if he died Eliza would be an orphan, and since he was healing from the gunshot wound, he wasn't much good at looking after her. I had been given time off to regroup after the last mission, and to help Jacob, but since then I had been offered the chance to interview for a job at the Anomaly Research Center, and today, while out food shopping, I had gotten the call to say that I had been accepted into the new team. So, tomorrow, I would go to the ARC to be introduced to the other members of the new team I would be working with. I hope they aren't idiots, I don't think they'd last very long.
(A/N): If you think that my character, whose name you don't know yet if you haven't read the summary, is a cold-hearted bitch, she isn't she just has some issues, and besides, she was nice around Eliza, wasn't she? Hope you enjoyed the chapter, I'm going off to write the next one right now, so keep watching for it.