I don't own Primeval.

I am SO sorry I haven't updated in a while! I was kidnapped by the tenth doctor (not literally, however greatly I wish it to be so) when I bought the series four dvds and watched Doctor Who for the first time ever. After beginning with uncontrollable obsession and then fury at the last episode (no spoilers, of course) I began a crossover with Doctor Who and Primeval, and I'll start uploading when it's finished. I hope I can be true to the characters of the Doctor and Donna, but I'm only a beginner in the Doctor Who genre so don't judge me harshly if I'm bad. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Wow. I just went off on a total tangent there.

But I digress. Back to Primeval.

Caution: Angry Becker drops the f-bomb. Readers beware.

Sarah woke the next morning to find herself out on the sand. She was groggy and couldn't remember much of the previous night, but after several moments of looking curiously at the strange dead dinosaur in the flames she remembered Becker's attempts to feed her. She felt bad about not eating it; she was curious, however, why the entire thing was in the soot. Hadn't Becker eaten?

She pushed herself onto her feet and looked to their tree home. Becker wasn't there; she furrowed her brow. Maybe he went to that little stream.

She pursed her lips, thinking about when Becker saved her. What had he been doing by the stream-watching her? The thought made her feel both violated and flattered.

But then no. He was a soldier, while she was a doctor. More to the point, how could someone that hot be into her?

She shook her hair out. It was sandy again, but she could wash it in the lake. She bent her head into the water and shook it around. It didn't get rid of the oil in her skin, but it at least made her hair manageable.

A few paces at the water's edge made her smile. She couldn't help it; the water shimmered and the choppy waves were white as snow. It was beautiful.

"Up?"

The curt voice behind her made her whirl; she greeted a cold-looking Becker with a bright smile.

"Hey," she said, her smile breaking a little when Becker still looked on her darkly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said, stepping towards the water. "Never better. Suppose you're good?"

Sarah shrugged, barely noticing the bitterness in Becker's voice. "As good as you can be when you're stuck in the past, I suppose," she said. "Hey, I've been thinking. There's got to be good foliage out there that we can eat. Maybe we don't have to eat dinosaurs."

Becker pursed his lips. "Okay. I'll find some berries," he scoffed. "It's not like they can be poisonous or anything."

Sarah narrowed her eyes. "What's gotten your knickers in a knot?"

Becker laughed coldly. "Shall I list the reasons alphabetically, or chronologically?"

"What?" Sarah asked. "I mean-besides being stranded in the past, obviously. But it could be worse."

"How?"

Sarah shrugged. "You know-could be alone."

Becker snorted. "I am alone, Sarah. Don't you remember last night?"

Sarah's mouth fell open in shock. "Is that what this is about? Last night? God, it's not that important!"

Becker gritted his teeth. "Is that what you think?" he growled. "Then that just goes to prove it. I am alone."

With that he stormed into the forest, leaving Sarah alone and confused. She was not to be left this way, however; she shot into the forest after him, grabbing his arm to force him to face her.

"What's going on?" she asked angrily. "Last night? Why does it matter so much to you?"

Becker glared at her; she had met a prehistoric crocodile face to face, been terrorized by terror birds, nearly trampled by prehistoric rhinos, and attacked by giant bugs. What she had never seen, however, was a furious Becker, and that was by far the most terrifying of all.

"I-fucking-told-you-I-fucking-love-you."

Sarah gasped in disbelief. "What-no!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. "No, you told me you wanted me to eat the stupid dinosaur and then I sort of fell asleep-"

They were both silent, staring at each other in horror. Their lips moved but no words came out. Finally Becker shook his head quickly.

"You were-sleeping?" His voice somehow dropped from enraged to scared and slightly embarrassed. "Oh."

"Oh," Sarah agreed quietly, unable to look away from Becker. He didn't just say he told her he loved her, did he? No, she misheard him. But then he lifted a hand to caress her cheek and leaned in, ever so slightly, inhaling slowly. Her mind went totally blank as she pushed herself onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips into the captain's.