Okay, so this chapter is just a little fluffy. It's not my fault they're absolutely adorable together!
Becker watched Sarah carefully from where he collected rocks and laid them out in a circle. She always seemed to find trouble, that girl. Was it a talent? That woman was an accident waiting to happen….
He couldn't help but smile a bit as she stumbled with the leaves she was collecting and placing inside her little burrow of a bed. Klutzy as hell, but he'd have her no other way.
He told her she didn't have to work, that he'd take care of it, but she was stubborn sometimes. He knew she'd take a break eventually. She was so pretty, he liked to just watch her while he worked. It made it seem worthwhile, that he was doing all this for her.
He finished with the stones and began setting up wood. He'd learned how to make a fire with sticks when he was a kid--there was nothing to it--but his hands wavered a little as he scraped one dry stick along the other. A spark appeared and it encouraged him, but as Sarah stepped towards him his concentration broke and the sticks snapped.
"Nice," Sarah said, all smiles. Becker looked up at her, struggling to hide his own smirk. "Humanity should be proud if its first man makes fire so well."
"It's a talent that gets refined in time," Becker pointed out. "Maybe you'd like to give it a try?"
Sarah held her hands up but made no attempts to leave. "Mon capitan, I think you're doing a tremendous job."
Becker blushed and looked back to his work with a smile. "Mon capitan?"
"French. 'My captain', Becker. I am multilingual."
Becker raised his eyebrows. "How many languages do you speak, exactly?"
Sarah looked upwards, thinking. "I think….four. Not counting Klingon."
"Klingon?"
"Kidding. Although I did have a rather geeky boyfriend for about three years in high school, and he tried to get me to learn."
Becker thought a moment.
"English, Latin, French…what else?"
"Spanish," Sarah answered. Becker raised his eyebrows.
"Always wanted to learn Spanish," he lied. "Could you teach me?"
Sarah smiled. "Te quiero."
Becker furrowed his brow. "What's that mean?" he asked. Sarah had to turn around to hide the blush that crossed her face.
"It means, 'I'd love to teach you'," she lied. Becker nodded slowly.
"How do you say, 'I'd love to learn'?" he asked. A wicked smile crossed Sarah's lips for a moment.
"Eres hermosa," she answered.
"Then, eres hermosa," Becker smiled.
(Just so's you know: Te quiero = I love you. Eres hermosa = You're beautiful. Just thought I'd throw in a little evil Sarah.)