Hello fellow Primeval fans : ). This story starts off the moment Abby and Connor arrive back in their timeline and continues with an own story from that point on. At some point this will contain slash, don't read if you mind. This will be fluffy and angsty and I don't know yet how it will turn out in the end.
Please tell me what you think.
"Captain, someone came through the anomaly!"
The exclamation still rang in Beckers ears, as he pushed the SUV to its limits. "Nearly there, nearly there. Don't hope, don't make a fool out of yourself! It could be Helen. Or anybody, really. People stumbled through open anomalies before," he thought to himself, taking a shuddering breath, trying to calm his too fast beating heart. It felt as if it was going to jump out of his chest any moment.
He saw it now, there was the glittering anomaly and there, in front of it, stood two people. One had long blond hair, the other was dark-haired with a beard.
The cars came to a halt, emitting a loud screeching noise. Beckers men stormed out, yelling and pointing their guns at the newcomers. Becker couldn't see the people anymore, through the wall of black clothes. He got out of the car, grabbing his gun in one hand, but still keeping it at his side. Whoever they were, they didn't mean any harm, especially not when the guns of four men were directed towards them.
Becker still didn't dare to hope, didn't want to get disappointed, but when the anomaly had been safely closed and he pushed through his staff, he was met with the familiar, nearly black eyes of Connor Temple.
"I hope you brought me back a souvenir," he choked out, voice husky, kneeling down to where his two friends lay on the ground. Connors gaze held his, when he grabbed one of the offered hands. Becker then pulled the both of them up into a standing position. Seconds went by with them just staring at one another. Becker couldn't turn his eyes off Connor, but Abby was the first to push forwards and pull him into a tight hug. Connor followed shortly after.
"I can't believe you're here," mumbled Connor into the group hug and Becker grabbed him harder, burying his face in the dark hair of his best friend.
"I can't believe you are here," he answered, choking on the lump in his throat. He couldn't believe they had lived through it! He had hoped, but really, what had the odds been? They had lived through one fucking year with dinosaurs trying to eat them! Without having any guns to defend themselves!
"What is going on here?" Connor jumped at the loud voice, grabbing Abby and pulling her behind him, effectively sheltering her from the mans view. Apparently a reflex from living under predators for so long.
Becker caught himself, before turning around. "Matt, these are Connor Temple and Abby Maitland. Connor, Abby, this is Matt Anderson, the team leader of the new ARC," introduced Becker, trying to regain his composure.
"The new ARC?" Abby had pushed Connor away and her brows furrowed. "What does that mean?"
"Oh, you will be speechless," Matt promised, winking at her.
Everyone got in the SUV a few minutes later. Becker was driving again, Matt sat on the passenger seat, slightly turned to hold their gazes while he spoke with Abby and Connor who sat in the back. Becker didn't understand a thing. He was pretty much occupied with trying to drive while his mind wanted to run wild. He hadn't thought having them back would produce all these feelings. He very nearly had cried, for gods sake! He didn't know how to handle it. Hadn't he learned to suppress these kind of things? Why couldn't he do it anymore? Angrily, he grabbed the steering wheel harder. His gaze fell upon the rear-view mirror and his heart stuttered, when his chocolate brown eyes met dark ones.
Connor hastily averted his eyes, when he met Beckers gaze through the mirror. Had he just been caught staring? He couldn't not watch. He had missed Becker so much and, regardless what they had told each other back in the Cretaceous, he hadn't believed to ever return to their timeline again. He needed to calm the fuck down. Becker was his friend and Connor had already acted weird. His crush on the man hadn't lessened in the slightest, even after Abby and him being lost in another time for so long. He had the feeling time had made it even worse. Or maybe it was just because he was happy to see another human being apart from Abby. But his gaze wasn't drawn to this new Matt. No, it was Becker he couldn't take his eyes off.
He shook his head and tried to concentrate on the conversation that was still going on between Abby and Matt.
"How long?" Connor knew immediately what Abby meant, so did Matt.
"Uh... I don't know exactly," answered Matt. "Becker?"
"Sorry?" Becker cocked his head to the side while still staring out on the street.
Matt frowned. "Abby wanted to know how long they were gone."
"A year," said Becker, his voice sounding somewhat pained.
Abby sighed and Connor grabbed her hand in his. They had managed to get back home, that was the only thing that counted. They could get on with their lives and everything would be fine again.
When they walked into the new ARC a few minutes later, Connor couldn't believe how awesome it was. Being let through by Matt, Becker and Lester was so unreal. He barely heard what was said, all the shiny instruments distracted him too much. They got to know Jess, who was the new computer specialist and seemed really nice, but when Lester introduced them to Philip Burton, Connor nearly fainted. Philip Burton, for fucks sake! And he stood before him, without a proper shower in one year.
Thinking about it, he really was tired and a shower would be the best thing.
Becker couldn't believe it, when they got told that Abby and Connor couldn't work for the ARC anymore. How dare they! How could they do this to them? They had experienced this horrid year because of the project and this was how they thanked them?
"You can't be serious," he heard himself say and everybody turned towards him, suddenly quiet.
"They are in fact civilians. They don't have the proper training to do what they did until now," Lester answered.
Becker knew that it wasn't what Lester wanted to say, but still, he did. Why didn't he try and defend them more?
"It's okay. I'm an animal keeper, I understand," said Abby. "I really want to get some sleep now." Connors hand was still intertwined with hers, Becker noticed.
"Connor...," he said when they turned to leave, grabbing him by his right shoulder to face him, but then flinching at the contact, pulling his hand back. Connor turned around nonetheless, raising his eyebrows in question. "I would appreciate you guys staying at my flat. I have a spare room with a guest bed and I'm rarely home anyway." He fished the keys to his flat out of his pocket and held them out for him to grab.
Connor hesitated, but then nodded: "Thanks, mate."
It was late evening, when Becker made his way home. He tried to be as quiet as possible, until he wanted to grab his keys and they weren't there. Of course, he had given them to Abby and Connor. What now? He didn't have much time to think about it, because the door opened a moment later, revealing a barely dressed Connor. He was grinning brightly: "Missing something?"
"Yes," Becker answered, "you" he added in his thoughts, feeling his heart rate increase. Connor stepped to the side and let him in. Becker turned around when the door closed: "Why are you still awake?"
Connor put a hand behind is neck, scratching. "Couldn't sleep," he answered and walked past Becker, sitting down on one of the bar chairs in front of the kitchen counter.
Becker followed and sat down opposite of him, letting his bag fall to the ground. "Abby?"
"Asleep."
"Want to talk?" Connor stared at him then, dark eyes hooded. He didn't answer, though. Becker used the silence to let his eyes roam over his friend. He looked so much older with the hair and the beard. His eyes had lost that spark which he knew had been there before. Now they held something more adult in them. Connor had grown up, but who wouldn't, experiencing something like he had?
Becker sighed and stood: "Want a beer?" Connor nodded and Becker opened the fridge, grabbing two bottles out of it. Placing the beer in front of him, he locked eyes with Connor: "You know I'm there if you need me, do you?"
Connor nodded again: "I know, I just..." But the sentence was left incomplete, when tears welled up in those dark eyes and he hastily brushed them away with the back of his hand, turning his head to face the ground.
Becker had rounded the counter in an instant, folding his arms around Connor. "You mustn't ever feel embarrassed around me, okay," he told him. The quiet sobs were answer enough and Becker rested his chin on his friends head and let him cry.
Oooookay, that's it. I just needed to write something Primeval! I hope you liked it a bit. Tell me what you think.
I thought about making this an Oneshot, but I think it will turn out a short story. Maybe 3-6 chapters.
