Author's note: A short fic originally posted to my LJ as a birthday fic for Ebonyfeather.
Being unarmed sucks…
Damn you Matt Anderson.
Why did it have to be my truck that got blown up?
The voice was getting louder and louder and with each passing second Becker felt his patience lessen.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut the hell up!
His fist clenched tightly into a ball and after a few tight squeezes he then instinctively reached down to his side. There was nothing there, no sidearm, nor was there the comforting weight on his back. So he had to endure the grating voice and the whiney snorting sound that accompanied it. The terrible jokes and the pig-headedness of this idiot was sickening.
Oh how he wished he had his shot gun, or even one of the EMDs, to shut this prat up, but there was no god. There was no fairy godmother to grant his wishes and there was no way to make the guy stop without getting himself in trouble. There were other people here and Becker would never hear the end of it from Lester.
Oh for the love of a shotgun…for the love of my sanity!
Damn you Matt!
Blaming his best friend for this predicament wasn't going to help matters, at least not until later. So Becker closed his eyes and focused on the things he loved or soothed him.
The weekly card games with the other lads. A beer and evening with Matt, chilling and relaxing, doing Ti-chi sessions with Abby in the gym, sparing with her, having high tea and scones with Emily on Sundays. Babysitting Sid and Nancy. Orange Wednesdays with Connor.
He was thinking of the day when Lester would finally give him his tank when that laugh…that horrible laugh made his entire body cringe and he opened his eyes again. The guy was right up in his face.
Becker acted instinctively and swung out with his fist.
Matt Anderson was going to regret ever destroying Becker's truck (again!) and Connor will wish that he hadn't say no to giving him a lift this morning.
Public transport sucked.
Well, that was until everyone else on the bus gave him a huge round of applause.
Becker couldn't help but grin proudly as sat down and propped his feet up on the now empty chair in front of him. It seemed he wasn't the only one pissed off with the man who couldn't keep his mouth shut and they were all—including the driver—cheering him for a deed well done. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.
"Can I buy you a drink sometime?"
The woman's pleasant smile managed to convince him that…in the end, it was all worth it.