Rather longer drabble. No real prompt, just a desire to annoy Becker. Sorry Becker. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. It wasn't in the shops when I looked.
Becker was not in a good mood and everyone else knew it. He'd spent ages cleaning his kit from the last incursion, which had been in a wood, and guess what happened? The next anomaly was in the middle of field. In the pouring rain. In the cold mud. He was a soldier and, therefore, he knew he shouldn't mind getting dirty, but he did like to look presentable and the weather lately hadn't helped this particular endeavour at all.
Thus, he was alone, sitting in the changing rooms, polishing his boots. Rigorously. He was probably doing more harm than good, but somehow he found it very calming. Maybe it was the fact that he could take his frustration out on an object. It was weird, though. The more he polish, the less shiny they became. In fact, they were going out of focus slightly...
Just then, Matt walked in, whom upon seeing Becker, stopped and looked down, mainly so he wouldn't have to meet Becker's eyes at his next comment.
"Any clea...?"
"Shut up, Matt," interrupted Becker, abruptly. "Haven't you got some plants to annoy?" Matt smiled and glanced up again, striding forward to his locker.
"They ordered me out the room," he replied, jokingly. "Besides, wondered where you were. No-one had seen you for almost an hour. What've you been doing? It's boiling in here! And what is that smell?"
"Polishing my boots."
"For an hour? In here?"
"Problem?" Becker looked up suddenly, and wondered why Matt was moving so fast. He was blurring all over the place. "Will you stop moving around? There's not an anomaly now you know," he complained. Matt, having barely shifted, frowned and came up to Becker, staring him in the eyes with a hint of concern.
"You really have been polishing your boots for an hour, haven't you?"
"Stop mo... mo..." Becker blinked once, then twice, but the third time, everything turned white. "Who repainted the changing rooms?" he mumbled. The reply was unexpected.
"Becker! You're awake. Thank goodness. I'll call the Doctor." The rest of Jess' sentence was lost as Becker focussed on his surroundings. He'd somehow teleported to the medical bay and, as he sat up, a Doctor entered.
"Ah, Captain Becker. You're awake!"
"I know. It's already been announced. What happened?"
"Well, the air-con broke in the changing rooms and so it was a mixture of heat and boot polish." Becker frowned. "You overheated and the fumes form the polish got to you," she said, in her slow, are-you-a-fool voice, which Becker rather disliked. At least, when it was directed at him. "You'll be alright, though, won't he Doctor?" The doctor nodded.
"Great. So, Matt and Connor will laugh at me then. Any more good news?" Jess hesitated and Becker frowned again. "What happened?" She mumbled something. "Jess?"
"You know Connor had that really sticky oil." Becker nodded slowly, knowing where this was going. "Well, he was in such a rush to get to you when Matt shouted that... well...about your boots..."
"CONNOR!"
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