Disclaimer: For the last time until the next series of Primeval, I don't own Primeval.

A/N: So, the last chapter. For now. It's a bit longer than the others, and you're going to hate me for the ending, but what the hey. I like this chapter.

Becker's Thoughts - Chapter 10

"I've got an idea," Sarah said suddenly, and Becker looked over at her with interest. "Wait here in case they come back through," she called, running out of the building.

Becker sighed, bored, and signalled to one of his men to keep his gun aimed at the anomaly. Then he walked to the nearest wall, and sat down, leaning his head against it.

So. Sarah probably wasn't interested in him, then. Since the others had gone through the anomaly, she had done nothing but worry about the them, and had barely spoken, or even looked at him. But the real clincher was how she had reacted when Danny had told her to stay behind. He could still hear the words in his head, "Danny, I want to go with you". She hadn't even seemed mollified by Becker's presence. Well, that showed him. Note to self: never fall for a woman again. Not unless you want to be shown up by some jumped-up biker with a bad attitude and an ego the size of the planet. Or maybe he was being too kind. The size of the universe, maybe? Becker nodded to himself. Yeah, that seemed about right.

Still, at least Danny's actions had meant that Sarah was safe, with him, not running around in the future with hundreds of predators after her. Maybe he would have to be satisfied with that role in her life, the role of protector, always keeping her safe. Then, maybe then, she would start to see him differently. And then…

But he was getting ahead of himself. There was no guarantee that he would even have a role to play in her life, not after three members of the team were who knew where, with monsters at every turn. Becker just itched to be reckless, to throw himself through the anomaly and find the team, and bring them home safely. It was then that he realised he cared. Not cared as in 'if they die I lose my job' kind of care. As in 'these people are my friends and I care if they die'. Or if they're injured. He felt almost possessive, like he would willingly kill anyone who hurt them.

Abby, protective and demanding, but, under that hard shell, loving and vulnerable. Connor, the geek, more at home with computers than people, but still willing to risk his life for his friends, hiding his emotions for fear of destroying those friendships. Or, one friendship in particular. Sarah, the woman he would always love but could never be with. Even Quinn. Behind that rivalry, he liked the man, realised Becker with surprise. His attitude, his ego, his intelligence, his care for others. His friends.

Becker stood up, and began to pace, ignoring the confused looks from his men. He had friends. Proper, casual friends, as opposed to in the army where you were friends because someone had saved your life, or because you had to trust them to stay alive. And now, just when he realised how much these people meant to him, they were gone. He laughed out loud at the irony. His men exchanged looks, and one stepped forward.

"Sir?" he asked, unsure whether his boss was still completely sane. Becker looked up. He looked different. The usual determined don't-get-in-my-way-I-have-a-gun look was there, but it was different. His eyes. There was a hint of emotion there, of desperation. The soldier was worried. "Sir?" he asked again. Becker stopped pacing, and a grim smile appeared on his face. His men's appointed spokesperson nearly stepped back. Last time he had seen that smile, there had been bombs. And mines. And death.

Becker strode forward, towards the anomaly. He gazed at it for a moment, thinking, then spun round to face his men.

"I've got an idea," he said.

A/N: So? Do you hate me yet? As a special gift from me to you, for this chapter's reviews, you can have an imaginary Becker, all to yourself. Or Sarah, depending on which one you like more. Actually, let's just go the whole way, and say you can have the whole team. Even Stephen, Cutter, Claudia and Jenny. At the same time. And Helen, in a special edition punching bag. I'm rambling now, so I'm going to stop typing. Please review! Bye!