Promised to be back soon. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the past couple of chapters. Had an idea and decided that this was best written whilst slightly tired. It may contain mistakes as a result though. But no nuts.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Or sanity.
"Connoooooooooooor," groaned Becker, trying to wrap a pillow around his head in frustration. He tensed at the sound of glass smashing from his kitchen and slowly peeled away the warm, fluffy padding and looked up. Once his eyes had recovered from the sudden glaring light, he squinted at the other man, who was holding two pieces of glass in his hands bashfully.
"The handle... came off?" Connor slowly suggested. As he spoke, half of the glass in his left hand broke from the mere strain of being held up and fell to the floor. Becker closed his eyes just in time to concentrate on the smashing noise that followed.
"Like that?" he asked.
"Like that," confirmed Connor. Becker replaced his pillow and Connor was left standing in the middle of the living room.
A living room with a weird smell lingering around from the television which had 'imploded' the night before. It was that reason that this time Becker had insisted that tonight Connor should have his bed and he would sleep on the sofa, on the pretence that Becker's flat didn't have much in, his bedroom lacking any really expensive items altogether. A perfect plan.
Until, of course, Connor got up for a midnight snack. At midnight. And half one. And three. And now... Becker glanced at his watch.
"QUARTER PAST FOUR! Connor, I have to in the ARC at half seven tomorrow morning... this morning, in fact, for an area inspection. Go back to bed!" Connor backed out the room and Becker settled back down.
A couple of minutes past before Connor crept back in; for someone with Becker's sense of hearing, it sounded like a herd of elephants tiptoeing. Badly.
"What now?" he growled, not opening his eyes.
"Come to clear up the glass."
"Screw the glass. It can wait. Go back to bed." Becker heard Connor leave again and prayed that that was the last he would see of him for the rest of the night.
Abby rolled over, wondering what had woken her. Her clock glared back the digits 05.06 AM. Far too early. It took a few moments to register her phone ringing. Immediately she was awake, aware of the threat of another anomaly or creature sighting.
However, the name of the phone was not one she was completely expecting. Normally it was Danny who called her, not Becker. Then, her mind caught up.
"What's he done?" asked Abby, as soon as she opened. She had warned Becker of being so quick to accept Connor as a guest while she redecorated, something she'd meant to do before Jack came, but which had got postponed due to her brother staying.
"Abby. Make him stop," cried Becker. Abby sat up immediately; she'd never heard the Captain sound so lost and desperate. There was a crash in the background.
"What's happening?"
A voice floated out the phone receiver.
"Becker. The toaster's caught fire." Abby heard a sigh.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure he'll get a new one," she reassured what she imagined to be an exhausted Becker.
"Please don't. That was the one he bought me yesterday. As a replacement."
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