Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Unless we're talking about DVDs.
A/N: Right, this is for Logan the Awesome, Kathryn Hart and Talibah, who thought this was a good idea. This one's a bit shorter, but that's because Becker doesn't actually do that much in the 2nd episode. Also, I've renamed it, though I can't be bothered to re-upload the first chapter, so for those who got this far, it's now called Becker's Thoughts, except when you're looking for it. If that makes sense.
Becker's Thoughts - Chapter 2
Becker closed the door softly behind him, forehead crumpled in thought. Today had not been a great day. Not only had his security system failed, but the team's lives had been threatened and he hadn't been there. At least no-one had actually died. That would have been a painful mark on his record.
He sighed. Reminder, he thought, never ever let self be talked into not going to check out an anomaly sight, whether an anomaly is supposed to be there or not. Also, update security system. Maybe fingerprint or retina scanners. Or both. Hmm.
Becker threw his keys onto the counter and watched absent-mindedly as they skidded right to the very edge, stopping just in time. He smiled. Good shot means a good night. Mostly. Right, dinner. He couldn't really be bothered to eat properly tonight, instead throwing a dehydrated army rations pack in the microwave in a bowl of water. Distantly, he could hear his mother's voice scolding him. "You'll never be a good soldier like your father if all you eat is rubbish."
It was only as he was lying on the sofa, spooning the mush from the packet on his lap into his mouth, that he started to consider the day once more. At least staying behind had meant seeing more of Sarah Page, his brain thought, before his logical side could squash it. No, no, and no again. Reminder, stay away from Dr. Page. Complications will just make the job more … complicated. Shut up brain, he thought.
A safer thought striking him, he twisted to grab his phone from the low table while keeping his lap level, switching it off. There. An uninterrupted night. Once he'd looked through the old Helen Cutter reports. Damn.
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