A/N: I thought this prompt by rika08 had so much potential! (To satisfy my her, Sarcastic-Bones also suggested the idea but it was after rika08.) Anyway, I have some serious thanks for you reviewers – you are all completely, totally, wholly and utterly awesome! I hope you'll all enjoy. Leave a review if you've got time!

Too Many Things

After she had been back in the 21st century for a month, Lester felt it was high-time Emily learned to drive. It was just one of those necessary skills every member of the ARC field team depended on. So he had ordered Captain Becker to teach her. After all, he had passed his military driving exam with flying colours – who would be a better teacher?

"So this is the exhaust?" Emily asked, walking around the car with Becker.

Becker nodded. He had started with teaching Emily the basic mechanics of the car – what each part was and what it did. So far he was pretty impressed with her knowledge. Matt had warned him to expect Emily to be, well, a disaster in the car. But clearly Emily had been doing some research as she knew how the car worked and what everything under the bonnet was.

However, she had shown some mild amusement that the front hatch was called a bonnet.

"I don't think it would fit on anybody's head…"

The joke had passed completely over Becker's head; but then he was never one to let puns distract him whilst he was on the job anyway.

"I think that's everything, Emily. How about we get in the car and start driving?" Becker asked, already opening the passenger door.

Filled with nerves, Emily opened the door on the driver's side and got into the seat.

"Okay, put you chair into position," instructed Becker.

Emily bent forwards and pulled the lever underneath her to pull the chair forwards. Usually Becker or one of his men drove the ARC cars and they all had much longer legs that Emily. After pulling the chair forwards, Emily rested her feet on the accelerator and clutch pedals.

"Key into the ignition."

Emily inserted the key into the slot and twisted it, her fingers trembling slightly. The car rumbled to life, a steady stream of vibrations travelling through the seats.

"Put her into first," Becker continued.

Emily reached for the gearstick before stopping short and turning to Becker. "She?"

"Yeah, I guess I should've introduced you to Brenda."

"Who's Brenda?" Emily asked, completely bewildered. As far as she knew there was no-one called Brenda who even worked at the ARC. And as a member of the core team, Emily had met pretty much everyone in the building.

Becker proudly patted the arm rest. "Emily, this is Brenda." He paused, grimacing slightly as he muttered, "Jess' idea. I personally don't name any of the cars but this name stuck…"

"Right…" Emily muttered, turning her attention back to the gearbox.

"Remember, before you put her in gear-"

"I know, I know. Put the clutch down." As she spoke the words, Emily pushed her left foot to the floor of the car and pushed the gearstick forwards into first from second. Whoever had been driving the car before her had obviously accidentally left it in gear rather than putting it into neutral.

Surprised Becker considered whether Matt had underestimated Emily. She was keeping a level head and had remembered what she had already learnt.

"Slowly raise your foot off the clutch," Becker told her, "until you feel the biting point."

Emily lifted her foot as lightly as she could and then saw the car bonnet rise slightly. Biting point. Becker didn't even have to tell her to accelerate and release the handbrake.

Emily drove through the car park smoothly, gently accelerating and braked beautifully to pull to a stop at the turning for the road. A responsible driver she looked left and right before pulling out and then breaking suddenly.

Becker swore angrily. "It's okay. Not your fault. Idiot didn't indicate," he said to Emily, nodding to the man in the silver Audi who had been speeding and driven through the junction without indicating to say where he was going.

Emily nodded, but her heart was racing with fear. Inching forwards, she continued on her way, but now her confidence was shot and she kept stalling as she tried to change gear. Sometimes she forgot to look in her mirrors, and it was only Becker' alertness that kept them alive.

"Alright, pull over Emily," Becker ordered, frustrated after he had had to take control of the steering wheel to stop Emily swerving into the path of another driver.

Emily nodded and pulled into the pavement, shutting off the engine. Her hands were gripping the steering wheel like vices. Her eyes were wide, and still her heart hammered in her chest.

Perhaps it was too soon, Becker wondered, pulling out his phone and dialling Matt. He spoke in low, urgent tones, explaining briefly what had happened and where they were.

"Okay, two tics and I'll be right there," Matt said, hanging up.

Becker and Emily hadn't gone far at all from the ARC. The plan had been to just drive along the same roads around the ARC until Emily felt comfortable and then leave things like parking, the motorway and turns for later. Now, Becker doubted they would ever get to them. He was even afraid he wouldn't be able to carry on teaching her.

For five minutes, he sat in anxious silence, trying to find something to say but struggling with the words. He sighed with relief when Matt knocked on his window and flashed him a brief smile before walking to Emily's side and opening her door.

If Emily noticed him, she gave no sign of it. She continued to stare at her hands on the steering wheel, as Matt undid her seatbelt and lifted her from the car before seating her on the bonnet and cupping her cheeks.

Her warm, brown eyes were diluted with fear, he noticed. Emily finally looked at Matt and pulled up one side of her mouth into a rough approximation of a smile.

"You'll be fine," Matt murmured.

"Fine as in healthy or fine as in I'll be able to drive?" She queried, holding onto his wrists whilst Becker whistled in the car and looked out of the passenger window to give them some privacy. He felt like a lamb trapped in headlights though.

"Both," Matt answered honestly.

"I highly doubt that," Emily replied sadly. "There's just too many things to do at once."

"Come on, how about I teach you?"

Emily looked at him doubtfully, hesitating before shaking her head. She just didn't want to learn anymore.

"Go on," Matt encouraged. "Oi! Becker! You're driving my car back!" He shouted.

Becker nodded and got out, getting into the silver SUV Matt had driven and returning back to the ARC.

Matt took Emily's hand and led her to the passenger seat. He wouldn't force her to drive, but he did have a better plan than perhaps Becker, who more or less threw her in the deep end.

Matt drove back to the ARC and instead of parking outside, continued to the indoor multi-storey car park. He drove to the top level then stopped without even parking in a space.

Emily glanced at him from the corner of her eye, trying to work out what he was doing.

"Matt?" She asked hesitantly.

Matt said nothing as he undid his seatbelt and turned to look at Emily.

"Matt?" She repeated.

"How about a game?" He asked suddenly.

"What kind of game?" Emily was wary by now.

"Well, it's more of a bet…"

"Go on," Emily said, intrigued.

"I bet you, Emily, that you won't drive this car round the car park, through all the levels. If you do it, you win the box of chocolates I hid but if I win, I get them."

Emily scowled. Matt knew how much she loved chocolate.

"Fine. It's a bet."

They shook hands then changed seats. Emily repeated the steps Becker had taught her to start the car and then began slowly driving in a circle round the top level. She went round twice then drove down to the next level. Although she was still nervous, the fear of crashing into someone else was gone because in the ARC car park no-one was driving. Beginning to smile, Emily sped up slightly.

"Oh, just don't scratch Lester's new Lamborghini," Matt blurted.

Emily grinned even more.

Finally they were at the bottom level and Emily braked to look triumphantly at Matt.

"I did it! She exclaimed happily.

"I told you you could," Matt said with a smile.

Realisation falling upon her, Emily turned on him. "You wanted me to win. That's not a proper bet."

"It is. I wanted the chocolates," Matt argued.

"Why would you want them? You don't even like chocolate that much."

Matt muttered something. It sounded suspiciously like, "I wanted to give them to you."

"Chocolates," Emily demanded, rolling her eyes.

"Under the bed," Matt replied, holding his hands up as he revealed his secret.

A/N: So what did you think?