A/N: So whoever is the first to review this chapter is the 100th reviewer, which I really can't believe. I didn't expect to get 10 reviews let alone 100 so thank you so much to everyone that does review. The 100th reviewer will get a prize: a small one-shot for a pairing of their choice. Again, thank you for the reviews.

Chapter 10: I Got You

Jess fiddled with the edge of her skirt; the silence in the car was killing her. She didn't know what to say. She didn't want to make an idiot of herself, especially when it was Becker sitting next to her. She settled for watching the city fly by through the window. Better safe than sorry, she thought.

Becker watched her squirming around in his peripheral vision. He was strangely disappointed she wasn't comfortable around him but he supposed it was to be expected. If I ever see Merryweather again… He decided to break the silence that was making her so tense. "So what was the movie you watched last night?"

She turned to face him, a small smile on her lips. "Star Wars - the classic ones of course."

"Connor made you, huh?" He nodded sympathetically.

"No, I agreed. I'm a science fiction fan. Had no choice really. It was all Dad watched. I think I broke his heart when I started watching chick flicks."

"Or you broke his sanity. Those movies drive me crazy."

She giggled, "Really? Why?"

"They're just so…." He searched for the word. "Cliché?"

"I know what you mean. I can't watch too many but still…" She shrugged. "Good for a mindless night out."

"That's why they invented the pub," He replied, smirking when she rolled her eyes at him.

"Such a typical guy."

"Actually, I think fighting dinosaurs makes me rather atypical if you ask me."

She rolled her eyes again, "Of course it does."

"How many people outside of the ARC can truthfully claim that they fight dinosaurs?"

"At least a couple hundred."

Becker sent her a baffled look. "And who would that be?"

"All the IT people that have to deal with ancient computers. They're called dinosaurs." She gave him an innocent grin.

This time, he rolled his eyes. "Jess…"

"Well that's what they're called," She retorted, biting back her smile. "You didn't define the context of the word."

"I'll do that next time," He pulled into a car park and turned off the ignition.

"We're here?" Jess looked around the vacant car park to see a bright green building to their right. "That's it?"

"No, I just stopped here for no reason at all," Becker told her sarcastically and got out of the car. "And yes, this is it."

"It's huge," She jumped out of the car, shiveringly slightly at the cool breeze. Winter was coming early this year.

"Yes," He agreed and put a hand on the small of her back, leading her into the camping shop.

Walking in, Jess turned and looked around, clearly impressed. "It's huge."

"You've said that."

"I know that but it's huge," She gestured to the spacious room with large shelves stacked with equipment separating the aisles. "I was expecting something… smaller."

"Come on," Becker started moving to the back of the shop, "We'll start with the tents and work our way to the front."

"Can't we just wander?" She followed him, pausing to look at things she'd never seen before.

"That will take too long. And we'd miss essential things. It's better to have a plan of attack."

"Spoken like a good little soldier boy."

Becker groaned, "Who told you about that?"

"Connor," She smiled at him. "He's been telling me a lot of stories."

"Don't believe everything he tells you; he's prone to exaggeration," Becker kept moving, not looking at Jess. He could only imagine the stories Connor had been coming up with.

"So you didn't run into a brick wall while chasing something?" She asked with barely contained laughter. They both knew that by something, she meant creature.

"That was entirely Temple's fault. If I hadn't had to drag him away, I would've seen where I was going."

She laughed. "It's ok. I do stupid stuff like that all the time."

"What did you do?" He looked down at her, almost smiling at her smile. It had been a while since he'd seen her so relaxed and happy.

"Like I'm going to tell you," She rolled her eyes before something caught her attention. Jess pointed at a something behind Becker like an excited child. "I want that one."

Becker followed her gaze and held back a groan. "Of course you do," He sighed. It was a bright pink three man tent with a matching musk pink tarp for extra protection and covering. "I am not going to be seen anywhere near that thing."

"Well it's a good thing that I'm not sharing with you then isn't it?"

He looked around for more tastefully coloured tents, "Any chance you'd want something less…" He searched for a word that would offend her, "bright."

"Nope," She shook her head. "It will work, won't it?"

He bit back a chuckle; she really didn't have a clue. "Yes Jess, it will work. But something less bright might be better. I don't want to attract any somethings."

"Are you honestly expecting somethings to turn up at our camp site?"

Becker gave her a pointed look, "In this job, I learnt to expect the unexpected."

"Well I'm protesting the unexpected. If any somethings turn up, they can just deal with my pink tent," She folded her arms and nodded her head as if that made the decision.

He chuckled, "I'm sure they'll take one look at it and run a mile."

She slapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, I like it."

Becker knelt down and picked up one of the boxed tents. "Your wish is my command, Your Majesty."

"I can carry it Becker. I didn't ask you too," Jess went to take the box out of his arms.

"I was taking a leaf out of your book and being pre-emptive. It's scary how you do that when we're out in the field."

Jess didn't know what to say, "Thank you. I'm just doing my job."

"And I'm just doing mine. You just make it easier."