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Title: Click
Couple: Sarah/Becker
Click-click, click-click, click-click, click-click.
Sarah gritted her teeth in frustration. Usually she enjoyed Becker's company, but today was not one of those days.
The first time Sarah had stayed later than usual to work on cleaning up the artefact it was a pure fluke that Becker had also ended up working late. He had been surprised to see her working late and offered to get her a cup of tea from the break room which she gratefully accepted. What she hadn't expected was that instead of returning to his office he stayed and talked to her while they drank their drinks, not about anything important that first time just trivial stuff but it was nice. The second time she chalked it up to coincidence. By the fourth time she began to wonder if he was staying back deliberately just to keep her company.
After that it became routine that he would turn up with two cups of hot tea and they would talk, mostly about work but sometimes they would talk about their personal lives. For example she knew he came from a family with a big military background and he knew that her parents still weren't completely okay with her decision to be an archaeologist rather than a doctor. Sometimes after they cups were empty and she would get back to work and instead of going back to his office Becker would hang around without disturbing her until he got called away – not that she was complaining the ARC was pretty creepy at night and she felt more relaxed when he was around even if they didn't speak to each other - it was a comfortable silence.
This was supposed to be one of those silences however Becker had brought a clicky-top pen with him and had been clicking it non-stop for the last ten minutes. Sarah finally stopped what she was doing and looked over at him. He was sitting on a chair by the window his head resting in one hand with a far away look in his eyes, he clearly wasn't aware that he had been torturing her for the last ten minutes.
"Becker," He blinked, the sound of her voice pulling him back to the present.
"Yeah?"
"Can I borrow your pen?"
"Sure," he held it out to her and she got up and took it.
"Thanks," he watched curiously as she walked over to the bin, unscrewed it and tipped the pen's contents followed by the plastic shell into the bin. She gave a sigh of relief.
"That's much better," she said before sitting back down.
"You know if I was annoying you all you had to do was say," Becker told her, standing up. "I better get back to work myself." He walked passed her, "you don't need to worry about replacing that pen," he added, pausing at the doorway he pulled another clicky-top pen out of his pocket. "I always carry a spare," he clicked it.
"Get out!" She yelled in mock outrage. He grinned at her and left. She couldn't help letting a chuckle escape, "git" she muttered to herself.
"I heard that," he called back.
"You were meant to."
"Nice."