Hi! Sorry for the wait. Stupid homework.

Bit of Abby/Conner in this, but I think it's only light.

Enjoy.

Matt sat Becker on the table. In the room were two scientists, Dr. Hank and Dr. Glass, Abby, Conner and himself. On the way to the labs, Matt had wondered what was going on in Becker's little head...

Becker looked up at the big room. It was big to him because of how small he was. It was all white. There was a giant glass window that looked out on the car park and trees around it. He cranked his small head to the side and looked out. He saw the black 4 by 4 he had come in and pointed to it.

"Ie yahe," he said grabbing Abby's attention. She smiled as she leaned down to talk to him.

"Yes Becker, it's a car park." She obviously didn't get what he was pointing at. "Look, there's our car," now she got it. Abby walked to the side as the scientists came over. One took them aside whilst the other one started to get ready to take some of Becker's blood.

The doctor that took them aside was Dr Glass. She was a tall, slim French woman with a fresh, strong accent. She had long blond hair that was in a big bun on the back of her head. She had a large round pair of glasses and if she took them off, she could be a model.

"By the look of your faces, I take it you are a bit... um, worried?" Her French accent made Matt's Irish one sound like a little boy's high-pitched squeak. It was almost poison to the team's ears. Matt guessed that she wasn't too good with her English as she questioned 'worried'. However, they all nodded. They knew they were just going to give him a little cut on his finger and wipe up the blood a couple of times, but they were still worried. Worried like they were actually Becker's parents.

"Don't worry, it's not that bad." The team felt somewhat relived. "It just like giving blood." Blood drained from their faces. "Actually, it is giving blood," the French woman finished. The team wasn't so sure on this blood giving idea now. Abby and Conner looked to Matt to say something. To make a decision whether they were going to let this happen. Becker would be put in so much pain considering he was just a little baby. Matt watched as Dr Hank tapped the needle three times...

"I think it would be best if we left the room." Dr Glass nodded, understanding and took them out and walked the down to reception. They were on the nineteenth floor, so by the time she got back, they'd be finished getting all the blood they'd need for at least two or three days work.

Matt, Conner and Abby hadn't been waiting long. Only ten minutes or so, but it felt like forever. Abby kept thinking of Becker's screams. The little baby having his blood basically sucked out of his body. Conner noticed this as they sat on two of the four steel seats in reception. He put his arm around her neck, pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek. Matt watched as Abby curled her head into Conner's neck. He couldn't remember the last time the team had been so scared and emotional over Becker. Even he was a bit scared about what the blood results would bring. It was stupid when he thought about it. Becker was a soldier and had been in worse conditions than this. He was going to come back more fine than he had come back from other things. He had once had his whole top half of his body torn to shreds by five future predators. It took him a whole month to get back on his feet, which shocked the doctors since he should have been dead! The fact that he was alive shocked them a bit, but the damage done to his body meant he would have to stay in hospital for around six months to a whole year. Moreover, he just got up back on his feet, walked out of hospital like it was another day of his life, and went back to work fighting dinosaurs. Lester had laughed at this and Matt still couldn't understand why. The emotionless man had almost had a heart attack from laughing and no one could understand why. Everyone else shrugged it off, but Matt knew there was more to it.

Dr Hank came out of the elevator with Becker. Conner and Abby stood up instantly as he walked over. Becker was red in the face and his cheeks were wet from tears. Becker wasn't screaming but a few tears ran down his face. Dr Hank walked past Matt and handed Becker to Abby. Becker instantly clung to Abby for dear life and slowly started to cry again. Abby hushed him as she bounced him up and down. She remembered that he liked that from when Emily did it.

"He should be fine. We put a plaster on the cut," obviously thought Matt. "We might need some more of his blood, so we'll call you back when we need him." With a nod, he made his way back to the elevator.

Matt disliked the man and wasn't sure why.

The man was about 5,8 feet tall with short black hair. If he shaved his head, he would be bald his hair was that short. He looked quite strong and fearless, but what got Matt was that in his eye was fear. Terrified, begging for mercy and saying sorry to everyone he passed. Matt didn't trust the man.

"There, there Becker. It's okay. You were a brave boy, yes you were," Abby said, climbing into the back of the car and clutching Becker on her lap. They didn't have a booster seat for him yet, so Becker had to sit on someone's lap. It was hard for Matt to drive as well as have Becker on him when he was coming up. Thankfully, Abby and Conner were coming with him in the car. Abby kissed the top of Becker's head whilst wiping his cheek with a tissue. Conner frowned.

"Why don't I ever get kissed like that?" He seemed a bit annoyed.

"Because you don't cry like a baby and need comforting like Becker does," she replied, not letting her boyfriend get her down.

"It's disgusting. I mean, that's Becker! Captain Becker!" he replied, even more annoyed that she didn't get what he was talking about.

"So why are you in the back of this car again?" Matt questioned, interrupting their little argument. This and he wanted to know why.

"Because Becker's men came into the car park, one jumped out of their car, got into ours and drove off with it. They needed it on site or something like that," Abby explained whilst giving Conner the evils, which Becker seemed to like. Matt had noticed recently that Becker liked his fellow teammate's pain. He did quite a bit to get it and he did a good job of it too. Becker started to cry again and Abby went back to him. This just made Conner completely mad.

Matt sigh as Becker gave another whimper. It was going to be a long drive back to the ARC.

Abby knocked on Lester's office door. Her boss looked up and nodded for her to come in. To his horror, she picked Becker up from somewhere out of view and walked in. She walked up to his desk and placed Becker on it in front of him.

"Could you look after him please?" Lester raised an eyebrow. He breathed in, leaned back in his chair and breathed out.

"Isn't it Conner's turn?" he asked, knowing he was about to get a stupid reply that would last forever about what happened.

"Conner didn't like that fact that I kissed Becker's head and then gave me the silent treatment in the car. When we got back and I was going to change Becker's nappy, Conner went completely mad at me and we argued. To make it even more worse, Becker peed on Conner. He then threatened Becker and Becker laughed at him, which was the final straw for Conner who declared that he wanted nothing to do with Becker." Lester sighed as the blonde woman finished. He turned in his chair so that his side was facing Abby.

"How did I know you'd have a stupid reason."

"Please. I really need to be with the creature right now and I can't have Becker getting in the way. You don't have to keep him on the desk. You can... put him on the floor." She picked Becker up and placed him on the floor next to Lester's desk. She stood back up and stared at him with pleading eyes.

Lester finally gave in.

"Alright, fine, I'll watch him, but if you dare think I'm changing his nappy when he's peed on two of the team members and kicked one in his man part then you have another thing coming Miss Maitland." He sat up straight and straightened his suit.

"Thanks Lester," and with that she was out of the room.

On her way to the creatures, she saw Conner. He was stressing over some wires. She walked over to him, turned him towards her and kissed him on the lips.

"Happy?" she said, walking off. Conner grew a goofy smile as once again he went off into that same old daydream of his. He turned and watched her go, fighting to stay in the real word.

"Yah," he whispered to himself, lost in his own world.

Dr Hank walked into the dirty old house. He had made his way to the east side of London to an old abandoned house. He walked in and the door closed behind him, making him jump. The house was dark and gloomy, as if no life could live there. The wallpaper was peeling off the wall and mould was growing in some places. He looked up the stairs that were a few steps forward and to the right from the door. There was a flickering light coming from upstairs that shimmered and glowed. He put one foot on the first step on the stairs. As he put his own weight down it creaked. There was a noise from the living room, which sounded like feathers flapping against one another. Dr Hank stopped dead in his tracks. He looked back at the shining light and decided to leave it. He walked into the living room, but not quickly. He knew that death could be around any corner. He looked into the cramped room. There was a damp, ripped up sofa with a small table in front of it. The TV that was on a stand had been smashed and there was a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The curtains were drawn shut so no light could get in.

Dr Hank went to turn the light on, but...

"I wouldn't," said a voice from the side followed shortly by a click of a gun. Dr Hank looked at the man he knew all too well.

"Ethan," he nodded. "I brought what you wanted." Ethan lowered his loaded gun and smiled wickedly.

"The papers of what is in Captain Becker's blood and information from inside his head?" Dr Hank nodded. He opened up and reached into his custom-made brown leather bag. He took a pile of papers and set them on the table. He took out three more piles.

"Considering my work isn't finished, I couldn't find out everything inside the... baby's mind, only what he had recently seen. Say, since he turned into a child." Ethan cursed. He needed to know more of what went on in the ARC. He needed to get to that creature before the ARC team did. If this thing really did, turn people into babies again then think about the power he could have. Getting through the Gate Ways would be so easy. He could go anywhere and do anything he liked. However, he needed to know a bit more about them and the 'ARC' had the information he needed.

"You did okay Hank, but I need more. Keep on top of them and the things Captain Becker does."

"Yes Ethan," he forced the words out of his mouth, almost disgusted with himself. Ethan nodded to him to leave and Dr Hank did so without hesitation. He took one last look up the stairs at the flickering light, opened the door and left.

Ethan sat down and looked at what Captain Becker had seen, but written down in words. He noticed Emily's name quite a lot and smiled. She was always getting in the way.

Maybe a little later on in his plan, he could kill three birds with one stone.

Lester picked up another bit of paper just as Becker threw his rattle at him yet another time. The civil servant sighed once again, leaning back in his chair. He looked at Becker who was in his black romper. Jess had dropped by with his newly bought rattle and black boots. That had kept him entertained for a minimum of five minutes before he had started to throw the rattle at Lester's face. He had done it six times and that was the seventh. Lester slammed his hands on the desk, startling Becker slightly. Lester picked the rattle up, threw it in front of Becker, got up, picked up a pencil and small pile of paper and flopped it in front of the baby.

"Why don't you draw me a picture, yes?" Becker nodded three times and Lester smiled. "Good," that'll keep him quiet for the next ten minutes or so thought Lester.

Lester started to do his work, but couldn't help looking over at Becker. Becker had picked up the pencil and started to draw on the paper. He leaned over his work with the whole of his tiny body, making sure Lester couldn't see what he was doing. Lester was able to get quite a bit of work done before Becker threw his rattle at his face again. Lester turned round sharply.

"What?" He asked, very annoyed. Becker looked hurt by Lester's sudden rage. His eyes grew wide and innocent. He picked up the paper so Lester could see what he had done.

It was a perfect detailed, professional drawing of him.

It was perfect to the T and looked like something a famous artist could have drawn, but yet, a baby had drawn it. At first, Lester had thought Becker had held up a mirror that showed everything in black and white, but only when he looked closer, he could see that he had drawn it. Shock was written all over Lester's face as he hadn't of expected Becker's drawing to be that good, let alone a picture of him!

Tears started to roll down Becker's face, as he was obviously hurt by Lester quick snap of rage that was pointed towards him. Tears rolled out of his eyes quicker and he started to fight the fact that he was about to start screaming. Little whimper noises came out from his mouth.

"What? No! No, no, no, no, no. Don't cry, please don't cry." However, Becker carried on. Lester leaned down, picked Becker up, and placed him on his lap. "Stop, please stop, Maitland and Parker will kill me if you cry, please stop." He then remembered that Becker liked to be bounced. He started bouncing Becker on his lap in desperation to get him to stop crying. However, that didn't work. He lifted Becker up and placed him on the desk. Lester saw his rattle next to his desk. He went to get it, but stumped his toe on the side of his desk. He cursed in pain and started to hop on the spot.

Becker laughed. He stopped crying and started to laugh. Lester looked at him and an idea struck him. He picked up his pen and cursed a hundred times over in his head. He stabbed his own hand with the pen and gave a cry of pain. Becker laughed harder. His face wasn't going red from crying, but red from laughing.

"You like that yah?" Becker nodded and Lester somehow smiled. Lester smiled. He hadn't smiled in an office even since his horrifying first day in the Government.

Two hours later...

Lester finished all of his paper work .It was funny how much you could get done if you had a smile on your face. He now knew Miss Parker's secret of how she was always on top of her paper work. She always had a smile on her face. Lester looked at Becker who had finished yet another picture. Lester had counted around thirty pictures. He wondered if Becker was always that good of an artist.

"Are we having fun yet?" He questioned Becker. Becker nodded putting his picture of a velociraptor on to the top of the pile. Becker had drawn everyone in the team, the cars, the anomaly locker, an anomaly and all the dinosaurs he had come up against. Lester hadn't enjoyed the picture of a future predator, but had put a brave face on for Becker.

Just then, Abby came in.

"Thanks for looking after Becker, Lester." As soon as Lester had noticed Abby, his smile had disappeared from his face instantly as he went back to being the serious, emotionless, sarcastic Lester that he was.

"Oh it was nothing. He was perfectly fine once I gave him a pencil and paper... His artwork wasn't all that bad." He said, trying to sound like he didn't care. Becker noticed what he was doing and decided to play it cool himself. He tried acting like Lester, but only ended up looking cuter. Abby laughed as she piled Becker's drawings into her bag. She hadn't looked at them. Lester guessed that it was her turn to look after him, meaning that she was taking Becker home with her, Conner and Jess.

She picked up Becker and walked towards the door. Lester couldn't help himself, he just had to.

"Um, Abby" she turned round to face him. "If someone can't look after him again, I wouldn't mind sitting him on my office floor again." Abby smiled like Jess, all girly and loopy.

"I'm sure we can fit you into are little rotation," and with that she opened the door to leave. Becker was leaning over her shoulder and waved his tiny hand secretly at Lester. Lester ended up waving at him too. He quickly grabbed his hand and shoved it downwards.

He was a serious man, not some entertainer for babies.

What you think?

Okay, I need a few ideas here. I need to get from A to C. I need B (which is another idea). Sorry if you didn't understand that. Long story short, I need ideas.

Anyone that reviews can have half an hour with Baby Becker!