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A/N: Sorry this took so long, guys, I've been a bit busy. More this week to make up for it, promise!
Becker's Thoughts - Chapter 5
Becker sighed, his mind continually playing and replaying Jenny's departure, seeing the sadness on her face, and within the team, again and again.. He threw his keys. They skidded to the end of the counter and stopped, teetering on the edge, and Becker smiled, momentarily distracted.
His hands made dinner on autopilot, and he had already finished eating when his brain came back to his body. Becker paused, frowning at the empty plate. It had been scraped clean, possibly from the use of bread, so no clues there. He moved his tongue around, but couldn't discern any familiar flavours. He sighed. Damn.
As Becker flopped onto the sofa, his mind went back to the day. Again. Remembering Danny Quinn's appointment as head of the team. Remembering himself saying it was a good idea to Lester. What an idiot! He thumped an innocent cushion in frustration. Quinn was going to be even worse than Cutter, he just knew it. The man had even less respect for authority, if that was even possible, and, worse, he was comfortable with a gun.
Still, that could be an advantage, thought Becker. It would mean that he could take his turn shooting dinosaurs to save people's lives and getting shouted at by Abby. He smiled, imagining the scene, but the smile faltered as he remembered that that had pretty much already happened, and Quinn had taken it more or less in his stride. Damn.
On the basis that he couldn't remember whether he had actually eaten or not, Becker went to the cupboard and took out some bread. Whoa! He recoiled as peeling two pieces apart revealed … mould. He tutted, shaking his head. Get a grip, soldier, he told himself. You're getting worse than Connor.
Chucking the bread bag in the bin, and receiving a satisfying thunk in return, Becker tried to excuse himself. He had been confronted with the mould-man, after all, and one - no, two - of his charges had nearly died because of the deadly fungus. So, it was perfectly understandable that he was a bit wary of mould. Becker managed to convince himself for a moment, then shook his head. Pathetic.
His mind distracted him again by running what he mentally called the Sarah Tape. Her laugh, her eyes … both of which had been directed at a certain new leader too much for his liking today. Becker felt the stirrings of jealousy, and attempted to squash them. Ridiculous. Nothing was actually happening between Sarah and him anyway. But it could do, his mind whispered snidely. Becker groaned, burying his head in his hands. No, it couldn't, he thought. Been there, done this. Lester would go spare, he would get fired, and that would be the end of his so far prestigious military career. Bother.
Remembering the keys, Becker dragged himself to bed, feeling much too proud of himself for delegating tonight's paperwork. Finally, a decent night's sleep.
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