Author's Note: So I'm not dead! It's been a long time since I posted on Fanfiction, six months maybe, and even longer since I've posted on the Primeval Fandom! I will be continuing with my Siblings Are Menaces Series and some of my other Unfinished posts, but I'm just going to post this Story to get back into the groove of things XD
Summary: In attendance to his Sister's Wedding, Becker is rolling over the idea of resigning in his mind after the events of New Dawn. Yet the last thing he expected was for his Sister's Fiancé's Sister to none-other than the Colourful Field Co-Ordinator he can't get off his mind. Will he survive a week in the exotic land of Majorca, with meddling siblings, overbearing divorced parents and the girl he loves all living under one roof?
Genre: Romance & Humour
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval or any films/books/songs that are featured in this Fanfiction. I only own the OCs
Majorca
Chapter One: Airplanes.
After the events at New Dawn, everyone thought that it was over. They'd saved the World, and now they could breathe with ease. Yet, they couldn't have been more wrong.
The weeks following Convergence was some of the hardest work that they'd done and would ever do. It wasn't so much the anomalies and the creatures, that they were used too. It was the bureaucrats and the politicians that were responsible for the extra work load.
The first week after Convergence the ARC had to gather themselves. Cover Stories had to be circulated in the media. Inventory had to be made. Incident Reports had to be filed. Creatures had to be listed.
They barely had time to catch their breath by the time that was done, when the Inquiry came, and that kept them all busy. It was offensive, really – their conduct and abilities, work they'd dedicated their lives to – being brought into question in such a derogatory manner. Especially for Connor, who also faced a possible sacking.
Yet, after that week, the International Powers in the World started asking questions, and the UK Government didn't have the answers. With no where else to turn, the Government turned to the ARC, and the Inquiry was dropped.
So followed, weeks upon weeks in which the ARC Team liaised with Countries around the World. A Secret Meeting was held, attended by World Leaders; as the ARC Team debriefed them and then went onto offer advice and information on how to set up their own ARC Programmes.
And so, after eight long and tiring weeks; Lester did something uncharacteristically generous. He gave them Time-Off.
"I understand the last Two Months have been painstakingly difficult for everyone. Your work, your personal lives and your loyalty have all been unfairly questioned." Lester had begun, having gathered the Core Team into his Office. "But I would just like to take a moment, to convey my appreciation for what you have done and what you do. You have all acted with dignity and outstanding professionalism. I am proud of you all."
A silence hung in air, as they heard his words – but didn't really take them in.
"All that being said, I am not naïve, I realise that you need time. Time to breathe, time to recover, and time to consider what it is you're going to do next." Lester went on, heavily; "I know that you are all tired, and what you've done in the last eight weeks is more than some people can take in a lifetime. "
It was clear what Lester was doing. He was granting them a way out, if they wanted it. Matt had spent his entire life trying to save the World. Emily was living in an uncertain new world. Connor and Abby were both so tired. And Jess had faced a horrible trauma.
"So, with all that being said; I am granting you some time off, to rest, recuperate and consider what next. I want you to take all the time you need. And come back when ready."
This was how Becker ended up on a plane to the largest of the Spanish Balearic Islands, Majorca.
By coincidence, his Sister was getting married at the end of the Week in Majorca. He had thought he'd be unable to attend, and secretly didn't really want to. But when Lester had given them the time-off, he had almost automatically booked his ticket. But he tried not to look too much into the fact that the first thing he did when he was feeling oddly lost was go home.
And yes, home was Majorca. Well, part of home was Majorca.
His Mother, Gloria, was actually Spanish, and his Father, Cedric, was English. Although Becker had grown up in UK, he was Bilingual in Spanish and English. And there had always been a Villa in Majorca which they would often go to in the Summer Holidays.
Becker leaned back in the Airplane Chair, looking out the window over the great expanse of sky, watching the soft white clouds drifting past. Lester's Offer was weighing heavy on his chest. He tried to push it to the back of his mind, because as soon as he landed in Palma De Mallorca International Airport – Becker knew he'd have bigger problems to deal with.
Those problems being his Overprotective Mother, his Overbearing Father and his Meddling and Mischievous Siblings.
His eldest Sister at 39 was Rita, a high-flying Political Lobbyist Extraordinaire. She lived in the UK, in London even, but despite living 20 Minutes from each other, they simply never saw each other. She was tough as steel, Rita was, with attitude to match.
After Rita, there was Nathan at 35. If there was one thing that could be said for Nathan, he was slick. A Smooth-Talking Lady's Man through and through. He was also a highly successful Major in the Air Force. Although he was also based in the UK, he spent most of his free time in Majorca. Because he was also a right Mama's Boy.
Then there was the lovely Leona, aged 31. The Blushing-Bride-To-Be. And a cracking Lawyer! She was bit of psychopath, but she preferred the term 'Perfectionist'. She was incredibly organised, borderline OCD Becker would argue. But she was also very sweet and kind.
His three elder siblings were considered the 'Overachievers' – the Politician, the Major and the Lawyer. As much as he loved them, they were hard to measure up too, especially considering his Father's high expectations.
But then there was his younger sister, the littlest Becker was Francesca or Frankie as she preferred to go by, just a little less than two years younger than him, at the age 24. She was a Free-Lance Journalist, a Blogger. She wrote hard-hitting articles about the most vulnerable in Society, exposing real issues that often go ignored and spokesmen for civil liberties. But the problem with Frankie, was that it was very hard to lie to her.
Especially when your entire life was centred around one big secret.
Becker sighed and leaned back into his Chair, frowning. He wasn't entirely sure how he was meant to survive this weekend.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note: So here we go! Please keep on reading and please review x