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Lost in time part 10 - Home

Title: Home
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Becker/Jess
Rating: T
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: This was a dream, it had to be. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not here, not to her, not like this. Yet, here she was, trapped in the Early Jurassic, surrounded by dinosaurs considering her as nothing but food.
Warnings: once again not beta-read
AN: Sorry this took me forever again. I had to go back to work today – so I’m afraid I won’t have so much time to write and post anymore. *bawls* I miss my daily dose of Becker/Jess already.


Jess closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the water and the scent of the vanilla bath additive Becker had picked. She wondered if he had actually known it was her favourite.

She washed her hair, and after about twenty minutes later unwillingly got out of the bathtub again. Her ankle just hurt too much.

She spent another five minutes brushing her teeth, checking them carefully in the mirror to make sure she didn’t need to see a dentist in the near future.

Carefully limping towards the door, she opened it to get back into her living room. A smile spread across her face when she saw Becker sitting on her couch.

He had changed into a pair of jeans and a black shirt – Jess could only tell it was another shirt from the fact that the sleeve wasn’t ripped. His hair was damp from the shower. He was chatting with Matt, who sat in one of the armchairs.

Abby and Emily had settled down on the smaller couch.

Becker jumped up from the couch when the door to the bathroom opened, and rushed to Jess’ side gently picking her up again to carry her back to the couch.

This time, she didn’t protest. Her ankle hurt pretty badly, especially when she tried to walk. Besides, even if she didn’t want to admit it, she could totally get used to Becker carrying her around all day long.

He gently set Jess down on her couch and – much to her glee and surprise – took a seat right next to her.

Jess looked at her friends. “You know, I… I just wanted to say thank you,” she started. “Even though I’m not really sure how to put into words what it means to me that you did this.”

 “We’re all very proud of you, Jess,” Abby told her. “And we’re all glad you’re back.”

“Thanks,” she whispered. “For… everything. I know that you risked your jobs, and…”

“Hey,” Abby softly said, interrupting her. “We choose to do it, because we care about you and because we wanted to bring you back.”

“And because you knew what it’s like to be trapped in a prehistoric era,” Jess added, giving Abby a small smile.

“Yeah,” she affirmed with a nod. “That was an issue, too.”

“She’s been speaking for all of us,” Matt stated. “We’d do it again if necessary.”

“Thank you,” Jess whispered once more, giving Matt a watery smile.

There was a somewhat awkward silence spreading between them, until Abby said, “I’ll cook you a nice meal. You must be starving. I hope you’re okay with spag bol, because I fear we don’t have much left in the fridge.”

“To be honest, right now even black pudding sounds like heaven,” Jess replied.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Abby said with a giggle before heading for the kitchen.

“I’ll give her a hand,” Emily said, standing up as well to follow Abby. She glanced at Matt from the doorway, silently telling him to follow them as well.

“You know, maybe I should go and make sure the girls don’t ruin your kitchen,” Matt told them with a grin.

Jess smiled at him, and then a little more coyly at Becker. Why couldn’t she escape the feeling that they were all just trying to leave her alone with him?

But she was too tired to think about that right now. Ineffectively trying to repress a yawn, Jess let her head sink back against the backrest. “Sorry,” she mumbled, already about to drift off. The bath had made her body relax, and the effect of the adrenaline had worn off, leaving her even more exhausted than about an hour ago.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her against his chest. “You can sleep as long as you want now.”

“Not longer than it takes them to prepare dinner, I suppose,” she mumbled, smiling to herself. She absolutely had no intention of complaining that they had left her alone with Becker.

This surely wasn’t the perfect moment, but Becker knew he needed to talk to Jess now before he lost the courage again.

“Jess?” he whispered, not sure if she was already asleep.

She made a sound, signalising that she was still awake and listening.

“Can I ask you something?” he mumbled, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the others weren’t watching or eavesdropping.

“Sure,” she mumbled, unwilling to give up her comfortable position nestled to him.

“Before you were pulled through the anomaly,” he whispered, almost not audible. “You said something to me.”

Jess swallowed, not sure what he expected to achieve with that.

“I just want to know if it’s true,” he told her, and despite the fact that he didn’t want to lose the contact with her he pushed her back a little so that he could see her face. “If you really meant it.”

“Yes,” she whispered, looking down. “It… It’s the truth. I… I know that it’s stupid. I mean, I know you don’t…”

“Jess,” he tried to interrupt her.

But she kept talking. “What I mean is I understand if you don’t… feel the same. I mean, I didn’t say it because…”

“Jessica,” he tried again, but with even less effect.

“…because I actually expected you to say it back, I just… thought I would never see you again, and… well, I… I wanted you to know. I don’t exactly know why, but…”

He silenced her by putting his finger over her lips, causing her to look at him again. “I’m glad you meant it,” he told her, smiling down at her. “Because it means once you’re back at your feet you won’t decline an invitation for dinner, would you?”

Her eyes sparkled in response to his words. “No,” she exclaimed. “I mean, yes… I… absolutely wouldn’t decline,” she assured him.

Smiling, he leaned forward in an attempt to kiss her, stopping just millimetres away from her lips and searching her eyes with his.

Jess held his gaze, returning his smile, and drew in a shaky breath. He was so close, and he was about to kiss her. God, she had dreamed about that so often. Wait, she’d certainly drifted off, so this was just another dream, wasn’t it? It had to be.

“I love you, too, Jess,” he whispered, before leaning down to capture her lips with his. She tasted sweet of vanilla and a touch of toothpaste.

She froze for a second, before melting into his touch and kissing him back. This wasn’t happening. It simply couldn’t be. This was much too good to be true.

Becker pulled her closer, trying to deepen the kiss even more. He never wanted to let go of her again.

A shiver ran down Jess’s spine, and she willingly wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him pull her just a tiny bit closer. This definitely wasn’t a dream. It was real, absolutely real – and better than any dream could ever be.

The world around them stopped revolving, and they were completely lost in their first kiss. They even forgot about the fact that they were anything but alone in the apartment.

They didn’t see Abby nudging Emily in the kitchen, pointing her head towards the couch.

And they didn’t see the wide grin on both girls’ faces and the smirk on Matt’s face as they watched the newly enamoured couple.

Only the knock on Jess’s door interrupted them, making them jump apart.

Jess smiled coyly, and leaned her head against Becker’s shoulder.

“You know, I really thought I had to lock the two of you up in here until you finally hooked it up,” Matt commented as he walked to the door to open it.

“If I ever need your dating advice, I’m going to ask,” Becker assured him sarcastically. “You know what they say about people sitting in the glasshouse, don’t you?”

Matt grinned at him, before letting the medics in.

“Her ankle is inflamed,” Becker told them as they moved towards the couch they were both sitting on.

“You’re hurt, too,” one of the medics remarked, pointing towards the cut above his eye.

“It’s just a scratch,” Becker replied.

“Yeah, and he has another one on his right arm,” Jess added.

The medics smiled at each other before the younger one started to treat Becker while Roberts, a man at the age of fifty-something, treated Jess. He knew the captain didn’t like it if the younger medics treated Miss Parker.

Carefully examining the bite on Jess’ ankle, Roberts pressed his fingers against the wound.

Jess hissed with pain.

“Hey, careful,” Becker said, his voice threatening.

“It’s okay,” Jess assured him. “It’s not that bad.”

“The inflammation actually is pretty bad,” Roberts told her. “But it’s nothing we can’t handle with a few antibiotics. You’re running a fever?”

She nodded.

“Okay, we’ll also give you an antipyretic then,” he said, taking out two syringes and filling them. “Apart from that, you should put the foot up and rest a lot. And we want to see you in the medical bay tomorrow to see how the wound is healing.”

Grimacing at the sight of the two syringes, Jess asked, “Can’t I just take some pills?”

Roberts smiled at her. “This is much more effective.”

She felt Becker’s hand taking hers and squeezed it to draw comfort. This was stupid. She had fought dinosaurs, but was afraid of a syringe.

“Okay, done,” Roberts announced, smiling at Jess.

“Thanks,” Jess mumbled. “I didn’t even feel anything.”

Roberts glanced at his younger colleague to see if he had finished. The young man nodded.

“We’ll see you tomorrow then,” Roberts said with a warm smile, “unless you need our help earlier that is.”

Matt walked the two men to the door, and turned back to Jess and Becker, grinning at them.

Luckily, they were saved from another comment by Abby bringing in their dinner.

Leaning over the plate, Jess took in the scent and happily closed her eyes. Carefully, she filled her fork with the spaghetti and put it in her mouth. “God, that’s the best I’ve eaten in ages,” she mumbled over the mouthful of pasta.

Abby smiled at her, starting to eat as well.

Opening her eyes, Jess looked at her friends and whispered, “It’s so good to be home again.”

“And it’s good to have you back,” Matt told her with a smile.

She wiped a tear from the corner of her eyes, sniffling slightly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… get sentimental. I was just overwhelmed, I guess. It’s just… so great to be back.”

Smiling brightly, Abby told her, “Trust me, I know what you mean.”

“How did you two survive this for a whole year?” Jess asked.

“I’ve been asking myself the same question,” Abby replied. “You just do it if you have to, I guess. It’s amazing how strong our survival instincts can be.”

Jess nodded, shivering slightly. “When does this stop?” she whispered.

“The fear that when you close your eyes you’ll wake up there again?” Abby asked knowingly. “I’m afraid it takes a while.”

Becker protectively put an arm around Jess, kissing the top of her head. He’d never known how hard it had been for Abby and Connor even after they had returned.

“But it’s easier if you’re not alone,” Abby added, smiling knowingly at her and Becker.

Jess quickly returned to eating her dinner, trying her best not to blush even more and failing terribly.

Grinning, Abby emptied her own plate.

After dinner, Jess leaned back against the backrest, smiling at Abby. “Thank you, this was delicious,” she mumbled, her eyes refusing to stay open. “I’m sorry. I’m just… so tired.”

“It’s all right, Jess,” Becker whispered, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up. “I’ll take you to bed.”

“This way,” Abby mouthed, leading him towards Jess’ bedroom. She opened the door and pulled the sheets back.

Becker gently laid Jess down on her bed and reluctantly turned to leave. Then he remembered Jess’ talk with Abby about the fear of waking up trapped in a prehistoric era again.

Abby gave him an encouraging nod.

Nodding himself, Becker crawled under the blanket next to Jess and caught her in his arms.

Smiling, Abby closed the door behind her.

Tags: becker/jess, story_lost_in_time
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