Stupid exams! They gave me writters block... this chapter is just a filler since my minds not working at full capacity and Becker's ends up being a real idiot towards the end :D I'm off to go steal some chocolate and figure out what Andy is going to show Matt AND I'm going to plan a wedding ceremony. Please excuse mistakes :D :D :D The brilliancy of Primeval and all that jazz does not belong to me unlike this plot and my various OC's that have been haunting my dreams. :D

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Jess stumbled out of the elevator and into Connor's unprepared arms, he stumbled backwards a few steps before he steadied himself and glanced over his shoulder at Abby who had been pacing the corridor for nearly half an hour. "Found her..."

He turned back towards the elevator and saw anger flicker across Becker's face before the Captain composed himself and sighed.

Connor held Jess out at arms length, not wanting to see the angry over-protective side of him. "She fell on me." he said weakly.

Becker rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around Jess' waist, steadying her. She poked Connor in the chest and laughed. "You are such a wimp."

"I fully agree with you, Jess." Becker added quietly.

Connor glared at them, but they all knew he was fighting back a smirk.

"What was she doing down on the beach?" Abby asked suddenly.

Becker turned to look at her as the four of them made their way back to the rooms. Becker stayed close behind Jess as she zig zagged through the hallway. A small frown creased his forehead. "She was trying to order something from the shack bar." His eyes turned dark. "Andy was there."

Abby frowned.

"D'you draw any blood?" Connor asked suddenly. His gaze darted down to Becker's reddening knuckles and grinned up at him.

"Temple what are you-?" Becker paused as his words sunk in, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I either knocked out a couple of teeth... or I broke his nose. But yes. Yes I did."

"That wasn't very nice of you Becker." he smiled innocently down at Jess and she grinned back up at him before beginning to yawn. Becker saw her slump forward slightly. Her feet, still in her ridiculously high heels, begun dragging against the carpet.

He instinctly moves closer to her, his arms positioned to catch her if she stumbled again.

Abby sighed loudly from beside him. "I doubt we'll be able to have the wedding tomorrow. That one, is going to be too hung over to help with anything. Emily is going to be too sick to even stand."

"You're not getting cold feet are you? 'Cause if you don't want to get married so soon, we don't have to. I mean if it doesn't feel right he could just have a little-"

Abby silenced Connor with a light kiss and smiled. "We're getting married tomorrow Conn. Even if we're all dressed in rags and the ring is made of candy."

"No rangs! And No candy rings!" Jess growled.

Abby smiled, watching Becker shadow the younger woman closely. How obvious could he possibly get?

Connor sighed loudly. "I guess Matt's disappeared on us again-"

"He hasn't." Becker interjected "He's still down on the beach."

Abby glanced at him with a deep frown. "What is he still doing down on the beach at half past one in the morning?"

Becker shrugged.

"He's being all 'I'mma Alpha male here mate!' and then Andy is bein' all like 'Mate I was only tryin' to helps her' 'nd then Matt'll be like 'I'm not your mate and you better stay away from her or Becker with stuff you up!' then Andy 'ill be like a turtle and hide in his shell." Jess giggled and stumbled in her step slightly. Becker caught her by the elbows before she had a chance to even begin falling over and she instantly felt her skin grow warmer at his touch.

"Okay, I think it's time you went to bed."

Jess grinned up at him over her shoulder "Are you implying something here Becks?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm going to get you back into the hotel room before you manage to hurt yourself... those shoes of yours are starting to worry me-"

Jess yelped as she stumbled again. Her foot tilted to the side and slipped off the heel, twisting her ankle and causing her to fall into Becker's awaiting arms.

He didn't like seeing the rim of tears developing in her eyes. Just knowing that she was in pain caused his heart to flicker in his chest. He quickly scooped her up off of the ground and carried her the rest of the way to their room, ignoring both of the looks Abby and Connor were making.

"I bet you five quid something will happen between those two tonight..." Abby whispered.

"Ten quid says he'll distance himself from her... again." Connor replied.

Becker sighed loudly as he opened the door and guided Jess inside. "I can hear you two, y'know!"

o.O~O.o

Matt glared at the back of Andy's head as the younger man guided him through the darkness. He had no clue where he was being led. All he was aware of was the thick jagged rock walls around him and the object Andy held in his hand, a torch with flames that flickered golden red light through the tunnel ahead of them.

He'd never been claustrophobic. Living in the small bunkers in the future made sure he of that. But somehow walking down through the long and winding tunnels with a guide who obviously wasn't sure of where he was going, Matt was beginning to panic.

Neither spoke, nor attempted to start a conversation with each other. Andy was too focused on murmuring to himself that Amy was going to kill him if she found out about what they were doing and Matt was too busy trying to calm down his nerves and figuring out what was going on.

He gave up on the latter, however, and rolled his eyes. He sighed and begun focusing on the torch in Andy's hand. He wasn't sure if it was a result of the lack of sleep or the walls playing tricks on him, but he could've sworn he'd seen a face in the bright flames. It was familiar but he couldn't place a name to it.

He knew the face had to do with something involving the ARC. There was something about the familiar brown hair and matching eyes that reminded him of someone he'd worked with before.

Matt looked away from the mesmerising flame just as Andy came to a halt. "Why are we stop..." his voice trailed off as he noticed the fork in the current tunnel they were heading down.

"It was either 'Left is lucky' or 'Right is right'." Andy muttered quietly to himself.

Matt sighed quietly. The guy was an absolute idiot. He had no idea what Gideon saw in him. If it was up to him to have chosen who went through the anomalies to 'save the world' he would never have chosen him.

"We'll go right..." Matt kept his feet planted and watched as Andy slowly made his way down the tunnel.

The light from the torch slowly faded as Andy moved futher down the tunnel, leaving Matt in utter darkness. A cold shiver ran down his spine. He didn't like this. Things could go bad when in the dark.

He squinted in the direction he thought the Left tunnel was and could just see a faint yellow glow a few yards away. It looked like an open door or an archway. Either way it meant getting out of the dark confining space they were in.

Looking back down the right tunnel he saw Andy walking back towards him with childlike disappointment. "It's the left tunnel." he muttered as he walked past him.

Matt rolled his eyes and followed on after him.

o.O~O.o

"Night Action Man." Connor grinned widely.

Becker's only response was to slam the door closed on him and grin to himself. "Temple."

"Why do you always call him Temple?" Jess's words were slightly slurred and she had an slightly case of the hiccups which Becker found amusing. He locked the door and made his way over to her to stop her from falling down the two small steps to the lounge area.

"I've always called him Temple. It's his name." Becker replied amusedly, helping her down the steps. His eyes narrowed while he watched her kneel down infront of the stereo system in the cabinet underneath the tv and begin fiddling with the dials. "Jess... What are you doing?"

She looked over her shoulder and pointed to the couch. "Sit."

"Jess-"

"Sit!"

Becker just grinned to himself and sat down, watching her intently as she plugged her iPod into the speakers. Looks like she's bring the party here. Becker thought. Not that you'd mind. Any excuse to watch her dance around in that-

"Ooo I love this song!" A tune with a fast tempo begun playing and she turned it up loud enough to cover their voices but low enough that they could still hear each other. "I'm ninety nine point eight percent sure Connor's on the other side of the door with a glass stuck up again his ear again. This way he'll hear nothing!" she spun around on the spot a couple of times while Becker just watched her with a smile on his face.

Even when drunk she still knew how to stop Connor from eavesdropping. It was remarkable.

Jess stopped spinning and collapsed onto Becker's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're brilliant, you know that right?"

Becker's arm wrapped around her waist instinctly and he gazed into her eyes. "I thought I was suppose to say that." She laughed. God, I love that laugh Becker thought.

Jess rested her head down on his shoulder and sighed. "I'm cereal Becker... You're brilliant. You need to congratulate yourself more..." her fingers rose to his lips and she curled the corners up. "...And smile more. Those dimples are too cute to waste."

His smile widened. "Is that so?"

"Aha..."

Jess froze when his lips pressed against her forehead. I'm surprised he can hit all of his targets with almost a hundred percent accuracy. His real aim is horrible! Jess thought with a sigh. He can't even kiss my lips!

"Thank you Jess." his words were almost silent, only just managing to capture her attention.

Her arms tightened around his neck, hugging him close. "I don't want to let you go..." she whispered quietly into the back of his neck.

His smile disappeared almost instantly. You can't do this mate! You can't let yourself get too attached to her. You could get hurt; she could get hurt. You need to stop this before it goes any further!

His arms tighten around her waist to return the hug but couldn't help but feel the need to push her away. He couldn't do this. He was trying to be 'close' to her. Sweet innocent little Jess who still had her whole life ahead of her. He didn't deserve her. He was just a 'good little soldier boy' like Danny had once said. He was incapable to feeling anything other than the need to protect the innocent.

He was just protecting Jess. That's all it was. He was kidding himself to think he could ever feel anything more.

He closed his eyes and for a brief moment he saw an image of Sarah watching him with sad eyes. He knew what she'd say. He was an emotion retard; he needed to let Jess in.

She doesn't deserve to be thrown around amoungst your feelings Becker Sarah's voice was clear in his mind.

He opened his eyes again and felt Jess tighten her arms around his neck. "This feels so good." she hummed. Becker could just hear the slight edge to her voice, most likely caused by the amount of alcohol still circulating through her system. "I've always wanted this. Being close to you..."

Becker sighed, his mind snapping out of his haze. Jess is drunk. You're not going to let her do anything she'll most likely regret in the morning. She probably won't even remember any of this.

"You should go to bed." he sighed as he reached for the remote and turned off the music. He quickly unwrapped her arms from around his neck and when she pulled back to look at him, her face showed a mixture of shock, hurt and something else Becker couldn't quite put a name to. "We all have a big day tomorrow."

She sighed and stumbled up onto her feet again. She made her way up the stairs and towards the bed but paused. She looked at him intently, no traces of drunkenness visible on her face.

For the first time since he started working at the ARC, Becker felt trapped. She like a black panther mesmerising its prey, he felt captivated by her. He couldn't look away however hard he tried. Her eyes narrowed. "Don't Becker. Just... don't." she said simply before slipping off her thin cotton dress and slipping into the bed, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Becker stayed seated where he was after she turned off the light, plunging them both into darkness. Only a stray beam of light from the nights full moon broke it's way through the crack between the curtains.

He frowned and rested his head against the back of the couch. "I. Am. An idiot" he hummed quietly to himself. "I'm an idiotand you, Jess, deserve better than me."

I'm torturing myself with the lack of Jecker fluff... this story is beginning to turn angsty (kind of, not really, not actually sure) I might just have to do a couple of one-shots to make myself happy again.

Oh great I just found out my friend got onto Pottermore... please excuse me while I go and hack her account :D

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