I am so sorry that I haven't updated for ages! I had no internet, and then I was just so busy and everyone else kept updating and I ended up reading their stories instead of writing. And then I couldn't access any of the documents on my computer and had ideas for stories that I'm not even writing yet. But enough excuses. Here is the update I promised for Monday, and once again sorry! I hope this makes up for the wait, along with the other two chapters I want to get up today.

"What happened?" Jess squealed, as she watched the group enter the main room, Becker limping along with an arm over Connor and Ben's shoulders.

"Something along the lines of the creature belong to this lot and that git shooting me," Becker said, rolling his eyes. "Again." Abandoning the ADD, Jess rushed over to him and then hovered in front of him, unsure of what to do. She hadn't thought before moving, and now felt like an idiot.

"We'd best get you to the med bay," Connor said, starting to move Becker towards the doors. Ben followed.

"Guys, I'm fine!" Becker protested. "I don't need to see a doctor." He lifted his arms over their heads and tried to walk away. Needless to say, he failed. Feeling his legs give way before he'd even managed one step, he automatically grabbed for the nearest thing to him – which just happened to be Jess. She gave out a squeak of surprise as he caught her arm. She wasn't strong enough though, and he fell heavily, but not letting go of her arm, so she ended up lying on top of him, bright red.

"Becker!" she hissed, embarrassed.

"Sorry," he said, smiling apologetically at her. Ben bent down and help her up, then looked down at Becker and laughed.

"Just help me up," Becker muttered, glaring at him and pushing himself up on one arm, then wincing and turning pale before letting himself fall back again. "And then I'll go to the stupid med bay," he said quietly, realising that his arm was broken. Watching him, Matt understood what had happened. Reaching down, he got hold of Becker's other arm and wrapped it round his neck, then stood up slowly, letting Becker find his feet. When Ben moved forwards to support his other arm, though, Matt shook his head.

"No need, kid, I can get him there on my own. You stay explain the dog-thing to these guys." Reluctantly, Ben nodded and watched Matt help Becker out. "You're a bigger idiot than I thought," Matt said conversationally. "If you hadn't tried to be oh-so-brave-and-strong, you wouldn't have a useless arm. Though you wouldn't have ended up in that position with Jess." Matt smirked, remembering the embarrassment of both Jess and Becker at that moment. "You seemed to be enjoying that. I wonder if she felt anything?" Becker glared at him.

"Are you taking me just so you can bait me, or did you actually want to help?" he asked coldly.

"Bit of both," he admitted, smirking again. Becker sighed with relief as they arrived at the med bay. "Doc, one idiot soldier to be looked at," Matt called out. The doctor entered the room from the other side and watched Matt ducking out from under Becker's arm and sitting him down on the chair.

"On the bed, please," she said, striding forward. Both men's eyes flicked to her and they frowned as one.

"Who the hell are you?" Becker asked, trying to stand, Matt's hand forcing him down. "Where's Dr. Michaels?"

"Ask the person who set loose a bloody dinosaur then let it get to the medical bay before catching it," she shot back, glaring daggers at Matt, who looked sheepish.

"I didn't actually set it loose," he muttered. "And I was only just arriving at the time, hence why it took me so long to get here."

"Yeah, well, it's not like he can hear your apologies now," she said sadly. Shaking her head, she put on a professional face and walked over to Becker. "And I'm afraid you really need to lie on the bed." Matt helped him back up, then over to the bed. Sitting, Becker swung his legs round but stayed upright. "Down," she said firmly, following them and pushing him back.

"I'm not a dog," he grumbled.

"What happened?" she asked quickly, assessing his injuries.

"He was hit by an EMD, then fell awkwardly and broke his arm," Matt summarised, deciding to leave out the bit where it was him who'd shot him.

"Those EMD's are more trouble than they're worth," she said, injecting Becker.

"They're better than guns with live ammo," Matt replied. "If he'd been shot with that, he'd be dead."

"Well, maybe you and your soldiers should wait just a second and look before you shoot, then I wouldn't end up with people lying here, wasting my time because of trigger-happy idiots like yourself! Now, I need to work on the captain, so if you wouldn't mind leaving..." She opened the door for him. Becker chuckled after Matt had left.

"I'm guessing you don't like him," he murmured, feeling light and dizzy, like he was well and truly pissed. "What was in that?" He waved his hand vaguely in the direction of the needle.

"Something to calm your muscles down, try and stop the ache and make you able to stand and walk on your own. Also some strong painkiller, otherwise you would hate me when I move and splint your arm."

Reaching out, she picked up his arm and examined it carefully. Unknown to her, Becker was examining her at the same time. She was tall, with long black hair and chocolate eyes that complimented her dark skin wonderfully. "What's your name?" he asked quietly, watching her gather the things she needed. She glanced at his face, then back to his arm.

"Dr. Rahgsa," she said. "You're Captain Becker, right? I've seen you around." Becker nodded slightly. She smiled. "The guy who has no first name."

He sighed. "Everyone found it out, thanks to the kids arriving."

"What kids?" Arianuz Rahgsa had only just arrived at the ARC and had managed to miss all the drama of the day. Becker filled her in, staring at the ceiling as he did so. He told her everything, bar Ben and the armoury. He decided that should remain a secret as he didn't want Ben getting in trouble for it. "So these kids," Arianuz started. "There's a tall, dark-haired boy of about sixteen, right?"

Becker nodded. "Yeah, Ben."

"I think he wants to see you," she commented, wrapping a bandage around his arm and the splint. Turning his head sharply, Becker saw Ben's face at the door, looking worried. "I'll let him in. He can keep you company while I sort out the plaster."

"Are you OK?" Ben asked quietly, standing just inside the door.

"Apart from this, I'm fine," Becker told him, waving at his arm.

"I wanted to apologise." Ben glanced round, checking no-one else was nearby. Dr. Rahgsa was in the next room but the door was closed, so he continued. "I... I was wrong before. I shouldn't have done or said what I did. If the safety had been off..." Ben shivered at the thought. "I guess I just wasn't thinking straight. Sorry." He whispered the last word, then turned to leave.

"Wait," Becker said. "Come here." He indicated the chair next to him. "You're right, you shouldn't have said or done any of it. But it's my fault as well. Well, it's my fault in a really weird way, 'cause I haven't actually done any of it yet, but that's irrelevant. We need to sort this out if you're going to be working here." Ben smiled slightly at that. "And I think the first job is going to be teaching you how self-control." Ben laughed and Becker smirked at him.

Arianuz entered the room again and surprised them both by smiling at them. "You're his grandson, right?" she asked Ben. "You have to be, you look well similar."

"Yup, even had to inherit his stupid name."

"What is it?" she asked curiously.

"Not important," Becker butted in, shaking his head slightly at Ben, who grinned.

"A secret," Ben told her. "Sorry and all that, but if I told you I'm afraid we'd have to kill you."

She raised one eyebrow but didn't push the issue. "I'm going to need peace and quiet while I put the plaster on, so I'm going to need you to leave," she told Ben, moving over to Becker.

"Sure thing, doc," he said, jumping to his feet. "Just one thing though," he said, turning back as he reached the doors. "You might want to check his nose. Someone kinda broke it earlier." With that, he left.

Arianuz shook her head. "Cheeky monkey," she muttered, getting on with her job.

"You look too young to be a doctor," Becker said, watching her carefully.

"I am," she admitted, sighing. "I turned twenty a couple of weeks ago. My parents were both doctors, so instead of going to college and uni, they just taught me and sent me for the exams. So I have got qualifications, honest."

"I'll believe you."

"Now, if you'd stop flirting long enough to let me sort your arm out, I might just be able to do something about that nose of yours," she teased.

"I'm not flirting!" he protested. "I was only thinking out loud." She laughed at this. He knew he'd never flirt with her intentionally, knowing it would hurt Jess and that if he did he'd never be able to have kids. Abby would make sure of that.

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