Sorry it's been so long!

I've been busy, between trying to sustain something similar to a life (I know some fangirls can balance fantasy world with real world but I'm not one of them) and writing oneshots on my laptop. High school would be better if there was less school involved. (Who am I kidding: I'm a geek. It's not hard, just boring.)

Once again, I'm sorry.

I don't own Primeval but I think I saw an anomaly yesterday.

Sarah felt hot lips pressed up against hers.

She gagged, water gurgling up from her throat as she pushed herself from those lips and threw up on the ground next to her. It took several moments of retching before she could finally breathe; she winced, feeling worse than the past dozen hangovers she'd had combined. Her head panged and her throat burned and her stomach ached from forcing up all that water.

She slowly turned her head upwards, her lips quivering. Becker was looking down on her with relief and exhaustion.

"Had me worried," he breathed, holding a hand to his forehead. "God, I think we could both use a couple dozen aspirin after that, yeah?"

"What happened?" she asked, hating the burn that went through her lungs as she spoke.

"It wasn't an anomaly," Becker said, only a small amount of bitterness entering his voice. "There was a creature there."

"I noticed," she sighed. She sat up and held a hand to the back of her head.

"I tried to grab you to pull you away, but I guess you were disoriented and thought I was another creature."

Sarah grimaced. "Oh," she said quietly.

Becker shook his head quickly. "Doesn't matter, doesn't matter," he continued quickly. "You passed out and I managed to get you to shore. I was so scared, you'd stopped breathing--" He seemed to really that he was rambling and he shut his mouth quickly, looking out to the water, where the waves cut thin white lines of foam into the clear, blue water. The hadrosaurs had passed their little patch of beach, beginning to mingle between the water and the forest. Sarah slowly saw how lucky they were; there were surely worse anomalies to fell through. They had clear, blue fresh water laid out before them and a thick green forest to their backs. The sun was spreading its last few rays over the wide lake.

It was actually kind of pretty.

Sarah clasped her hands to her shoulders, feeling a cool breeze, but she saw Becker in only swim trunks and grimaced. They were both soaked and if the air got any colder he'd be the one freezing first. He'd stick it out, though--she knew he will.

"You were right," he said suddenly, and she looked up at him in surprise. "About--it's a lake. You were just thinking about what we'd do if the anomaly was closed. That we can drink the water, if we have to."

Sarah felt a surge of red enter her cheeks and she nodded slowly. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes thoughtful.

"Come on, Sarah--I think we'd better set up a camp of some sort." He stood and held out a hand for her to accept. She took it and let him lift her up, meeting his eyes for several long moments before they both turned their gazes to the forest and started towards it.

Sarah noticed how businesslike Becker became once her gaze left his; he managed to hold himself professionally, his shoulders back and his face forward. She knew she was little help with lifting felled trees--she was probably a hindrance at best, stumbling over her bare feet on the brambly forest floor and more than once stopping to pull thorns from her legs--but Becker didn't seem to care. He waited patiently for her, though he could've lifted most of the wood on his own. She observed how easily he moved across the ground, and suspected he'd learned to deal with situations like this in military training.

She laughed a little at that, doubting anyone had taught him how to survive among dinosaurs.

By the time the stars glistened on the water, they had a workable shelter on the edge of the forest. It was built into an old, dead tree. Becker and Sarah set relatively dry pieces of wood up onto one another so that one of them could be resting in a crevice of the tree while the other could be curled up among the roots, both with roofs to protect them from rainwater. Sarah even built a little gate around the roots to prevent water from spilling in. She was relieved to find that the cool breeze she'd felt earlier was by no means a representation of the climate; the air was, for the most part, warm.

After their work they sat on the sand, watching the stars run across the sky. Sarah's mind was swirling, caught between the events of the day, their being trapped in the past, and Becker.

"Captain?" she asked suddenly, and he turned his head to the side to face her.

"What?"

"What's your first name?"

Becker laughed. "Keep asking," he sighed, smiling.