Disclaimer: No, I do not suddenly own Primeval. Unfortunately.
A/N: Becker being jealous is cute!
Becker's Thoughts - Chapter 7
Becker stepped through the door and threw his keys. They barely skidded any distance before stopping on the counter. Not a great night, but a decent one. Not bad, thought Becker, pleased. However, his mood didn't stay pleasant for long, as he remembered the day.
It had started off fairly simply. An anomaly opened, so the team went to check it out. A dragon-like creature had been running about in a scrapyard, and at first, herding it back to the anomaly had been fairly simple. Then a knight in rusting armour had jumped out, and it had all suddenly got quite complicated.
Becker sighed as he remembered the chase after the dracorex. Instead of looking after Sarah, he had been ordered to follow Abby around, a girl who was more than capable of looking after herself.
It had been quite eye-opening, though, he admitted, to see how much Abby really cared for the creatures. At one point, she had even pointed a gun at him rather than let him shoot the dracorex. He really would have to speak to her about that, Becker decided. Then, he had been drafted into helping with the dragon surgery. Saving lives instead of ending them had felt odd, almost as if he was looking at the world from another angle.
Becker considered this. He couldn't allow himself to get soft; the team looked to him to protect them, even if most of the time he was yelled at for his trouble. He sighed as he recalled that he hadn't really wanted to be there at the time, not with Sarah running off to who knows where with Quinn and a medieval knight. Could it get any worse? The more time Quinn spent with Sarah, the more he worried that she might like him. The more of a threat Quinn was.
At least the knight wasn't a threat any more, Becker reassured himself, even if he had given Sarah a present. Becker was surprised to discover that he felt more jealousy over the gift than any of Quinn's advances. Maybe he should give her something, he debated. Flowers? No, too much. The same with chocolate. Hmm.
Becker deliberated as he sank into bed, and still hadn't decided when his mind slowly floated away and he slept, dreaming about Sarah.
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