Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval, sadly. Or Noel Edmunds, slightly less sadly.

A/N: Two days in a row, more chapters this week, as promised.

Becker's Thoughts - Chapter 6

Becker's mind reeled as he dumped the keys unceremoniously on the counter. Sarah had kissed him! And called him her hero. Wow. Could that mean … no, don't be daft, he told himself sternly. Of course she isn't interested. It's just the endorphins, charging round her brain, making her happy and relieved. Also, being that close to death will do that to you, Becker thought, his fist clenching as he thought of his Sarah being in danger. Except, he reminded himself for the millionth time, she wasn't his Sarah, and she never would be.

Just as he managed to convince himself of this, the doorbell rang. Mentally steeling himself for a salesman, he opened the door. Sarah stood there, smiling nervously. Damn, Becker thought, panicking. What do I do?

"Um, hi," he went for, immediately cursing himself for acting like a schoolboy, acting like Connor.

Her angelic smile widened, and his resolve weakened.

"Hi," she replied.

"Umm…come in?" he offered, inwardly gritting his teeth for not even being able to construct a decent sentence.

"No, I won't disturb you," said Sarah, shaking her head and holding up her perfect hands. "I just wanted to say … well, thanks again … for today, I mean. With Johnson."

"That's ok," stammered Becker. Idiot! His brain screamed at him. Ask her out, you moron!

"Well, I think that's all I wanted to say, so … see you at the ARC tomorrow?"

Becker nodded, momentarily losing the power of speech.

"Good," said Sarah awkwardly. "Umm, bye, then." She turned and began to walk back towards her car.

"Sarah," Becker called, his logical mind temporarily deserting him. Sarah turned back, and looked at him curiously with those beautiful, liquid chocolate eyes. "Never mind," he muttered. Sarah frowned and walked away once more.

Becker closed the door and thumped his head against it. Idiot, moron, half-wit, he told himself, every time his head hit the door. How could you be so stupid? She was right there, alone, in front of you, and you just let her walk away. What were you thinking?

Becker heard a tinkling sound and turned, just in time to see his keys slip gently onto the floor. He groaned. Great.

His mind desperately trying to think of something other than Sarah Page, Danny Quinn popped into his head. The reckless biker had actually turned into a good gamble, not only leading the team with confidence, but bringing everyone back alive, and even helping to discover that they were being spied on in the first place. Although, he still wasn't sure whether he was a threat to him and Sarah or not. No! Becker smacked his forehead. There is no me and Sarah, he told his apparently deaf brain. Stop thinking like that!

Accepting that he probably wasn't going to get any sleep tonight, Becker slumped on the sofa and switched on the TV, his soul shrivelling up when Noel Edmund's face appeared on the screen.

A/N: I tried something slightly different this time, so review and tell me whether you liked it! Also, thank you for everyone who has reviewed so far, the response has been amazing! The cookie bribe seemed to work last time, so if you click on the review button this time, you can have chocolate. And it is the best chocolate you have ever tasted, so even those who don't like the stuff (crazy people!) will like this chocolate!