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Protection

Title: Protection
Author: little_profiler
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Becker/Jess
Rating: M for violence
Disclaimer: Neither the show nor the characters belong to me, they belong to ITV1. Nonetheless, I love to borrow them from time to time. The idea of the story as well as the story itself – including all possible pre- or sequels published afterwards – are mine.
Summary: Written for the just_kiss_her prompt “Jess gets stranded when her car dies a death, and rings Becker to come pick her up.” by taraljc.
Warnings: not beta-read
Author notes: I know, I’m far behind, but at least, I’m not giving up on filling prompts – yet. :)

“Yeah?” he mumbled into his phone.

“I’m sorry to wake you up,” he heard a familiar voice say at the other end of the line. “But my car just broke down and I… I could really use a lift.”

“Jess?” he mumbled, looking at the alarm clock on his bedside table. “What on earth are you doing out there at three a.m.?”

“It’s a long story,” she whispered. “I could call a taxi, but… I’m not in the safest part of London and your apartment is closest, so…”

“Where are you?” he asked, getting up from his bed and searching his bedroom floor for his trousers. He remembered having tossed them somewhere too tired and not bothering to neatly hang them over his chair.

“Brixton,” she said.

Becker’s face went pale. “What?” he almost shouted, suddenly wide awake. “Okay, stay where you are, lock the doors, and try to stay down,” he advised. “I’m on my way.”

“Okay,” Jess whispered, reluctantly hanging up. She moved down in her seat until she was barely able to see the street anymore. It felt like an eternity she waited there, not daring to move or switch on the radio to while away the time.

A knock on her window made her jump. She turned her head and froze seeing that it wasn’t Becker. Her heart started beating faster.

“Hey, little girl,” the bloke said, grinning at her. “What are you doing out here so late at night and all alone?”

“My boyfriend’s going to pick me up in a minute,” she told him. “Did I mention that he was armed and has a black belt in martial arts?”

“Really?” the guy laughed. “I don’t see no fucking boyfriend around here. Open the door!”

Jess shook her head vigorously.

“Open the fucking door!” the guy shouted, slamming his hand against it and then kicking it, making Jess shriek.

Then he raised his fist, slamming it against the window.

Jess screamed, covering her face with her arms when the side window broke and pieces of glass shattered over her lap and into the legroom of her car.

“I said open the fucking door, bitch!” he hissed, ripping the door open and grabbing Jess.

She hoped he just wanted to rob her, but given her luck, it wasn’t very likely.

“Leave me alone,” she screamed, trying to hit him or scratch him. “Let go of me!”

“You know, I haven’t had such a pretty bitch in ages,” he whispered into her ear, before slamming her head against the car frame.

She felt warm blood running over her cheek from a cut just below her right eye. The wound throbbed, and she knew she’d get a black eye – if she even survived that night.

Ripping open the back door, he brutally pushed Jess on the backseat. “Undress!” he commanded.

“No,” she shouted, kicking him once he’d let go of her.

The guy doubled over, gasping with pain.

Jess quickly turned around, opening the door on the other side of her car and crawling out of it. She felt a hand grabbing her foot, but with another kick broke free and ran.

The guy recovered quickly, rushing after Jess. It didn’t take him long to catch up with her. Grabbing her shoulder, he tossed her to the ground, quickly sat down on her chest, keeping her from getting up again.

“Bloody bitch,” he swore, hitting her face with his fist. Turning her around, he pulled at the hem of her jeans.

Jess still struggled to break free, even though she knew it was pointless. But somehow she hoped that he would kill her or at least knock her unconscious before he raped her – but it didn’t seem she’d be that lucky.

“This is going to be painful,” he threatened, “as a punishment for your disobedience.”

He reached down to unbuckle his belt, but stopped in the middle of the movement when he felt the muzzle of a handgun.

“Don’t even think about it,” Becker hissed, ready to shoot the guy. “Stand up, slowly!”

The guy raised his hands and did as he was told. “Hey, mate, I didn’t know she was…”

“I’m not your mate,” Becker snarled through gritted teeth. “Turn around!” He took a look at Jess, who got up from the ground, shaking vigorously. “Are you all right?”

She nodded quickly, rushing over to him and burying her face in his chest.

Becker wrapped his free arm around her, the other hand still pointing the gun at the guy in front of him. God, how he wanted to shoot him and beat the hell out of him – or, well, rather the other way round. But he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t just kill an unarmed man, no matter how much the bastard deserved it.

But he could still punish him and make him suffer.

“On your knees!” he commanded.

“Please, mate, I…”

Becker released the safety of his gun, and slowly snarled, “Shut up!”

The man got on his knees, his hands shaking by now. “Mate, I swear, I didn’t want to… I mean… I didn’t know,” the man whined.

“Shut up!” Becker shouted, making Jess jump in his arms. “Say a prayer before you meet your maker – and apologise.”

“No, please, don’t shoot me, I…” he whined again.

“Apologise!” Becker repeated.

“I’m sorry,” he hurried to say. “Really, Miss, I’m so sorry. I… You can have my wallet, take all the money I have to repair the window and… I’m sorry for… hurting you. I know I didn’t have a right to…”

“I don’t believe you,” Becker said.

“No, please!” the man wailed, just as Jess said, “Becker, no!”

Becker shot, making both Jess and the man cry out in shock.

Jess stared at the man, who was now curled up in a ball on the ground, pressing a hand to his right ear, crying and whining.

“Let’s go,” Becker softly said. “Let’s get you home.”

The drive was silent. Becker didn’t dare say anything and Jess wasn’t sure what to say.

He walked her up to her apartment, following her inside when she asked him to. “Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked, frowning at the black eye that was forming around the cut on her cheekbone. “Maybe I should take you to the ARC so that the medical staff can take a look at that.”

Jess shook her head, leaning over the sink for a moment, bracing her hands on each side of it. “For a moment I thought you were going to kill him,” she whispered.

“For a moment I really wanted to,” he admitted. “But I don’t kill an unarmed man, no matter how much he deserves it.”

She nodded, and turned around to him. “Thank you,” she whispered, trying hard to keep the tears from rolling down her cheek. “If you’d arrived just a minute later…”

“But I didn’t,” he softly interrupted her, and following an impulse took a step forward and caught her in his arms again.

Jess started to sob, pulling him a little closer. She couldn’t believe this had happened to her, or almost happened to her.

“It’s okay,” Becker soothed her, gently stroking her hair. “You’re safe now.”

She nodded, daring the shaking and the sobbing to subside. When they finally did, she mumbled, “Thanks for coming and picking me up.” She reluctantly broke free from the embrace to look at him.

“Anytime,” he told her. It didn’t escape his notice that she started to shiver again the moment she lost contact with him. “What were you doing out there anyway?”

“I was heading home from my aunt,” she said. “She’s pretty ill and sometimes, when my cousin isn’t home, I take care of her. It was just my luck that my car had to break down in one of the most dangerous neighbourhoods of London.” She shivered again, no matter how hard she tried not to.

“You should go to bed,” Becker told her. “Try to get some sleep.”

She nodded, but didn’t move. She was sure she wouldn’t be able to find any sleep tonight.

“I can stay on your couch and make sure nobody comes through that door,” he offered, giving her a somewhat coy smile.

Her head shot up and she stared at him for a second. Would he really do that for her?

“I mean… if it makes you feel better…” he mumbled.

“It would,” she admitted. “But still you don’t have to… I don’t want you to…” Too bad she had altered the guestroom Abby and Connor had used into a computer room by now.

“It’s certainly better than driving home right now,” he assured her, interrupting her mid-sentence. “I’m too tired to drive, anyway.”

She nodded, giving him a smile, before walking to her bedroom in search for some pillows and blankets.

Becker followed her, offering his help.

Jess bit her lip. Looking at her bed, she mumbled, “You know, you could also… stay here. The bed is big enough for two.” She just felt much safer if he was close to her.

She turned to meet his puzzled gaze. “I mean… Not that I… I didn’t mean… I just… Forget it,” she stuttered, blushing terribly.

Grinning, Becker kicked off his shoes and climbed into the bed. “You’re right,” he said. “Definitely big enough for two.”

Her heart was pounding like mad when she crawled under the blanket next to him. This was weird. The whole day had been weird. This was just the weird end of a really weird day.

“I hope you don’t snort,” Becker teased, causing Jess to giggle.

Comments

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honestlysweet
Aug. 18th, 2011 10:25 pm (UTC)
Aww, poor Jess! :(
She's so tiny and yet she put up a hell of a fight until Becker got there. Good for her and YAY for protective Becker!
I love the ending- they are too cute :3
little_profiler
Aug. 21st, 2011 04:23 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I just thought this would also make for a good starting point to fill the prompt where Becker decides she needed basic training...

Of course, I had to let him get there in time. I'm just addicted to Jess getting herself in trouble and Becker coming for her rescue. It just makes for some great angst. *evil grin*
reseda_3067
Aug. 19th, 2011 08:43 pm (UTC)
What a creepy guy! Thank God for Becker! What would Jess do without him? *Sighs*.
little_profiler
Aug. 21st, 2011 04:23 pm (UTC)
Well, without him she'd certainly be in trouble even more often... But he'll always be there to take care of her.
deinonychus_1
Aug. 20th, 2011 02:21 pm (UTC)
protective!Becker ftw! And good on Jess putting up so much of a fight on her own as well. That guy was lucky Becker didn't beat the crap out of him!
little_profiler
Aug. 21st, 2011 04:24 pm (UTC)
I agree! I'm addicted to protective Becker - therefore, unfortunately, Jess has to get into trouble every once in a while so I can send him for her rescue. ;)

Hm... well, he certainly ruined his ability to hear, so...
bailey1ak
Aug. 22nd, 2011 07:44 am (UTC)
Loved it.
little_profiler
Aug. 23rd, 2011 06:48 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks! *hugs*
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