Title: Digging
Author: little_profiler
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: Written for the just_kiss_her
prompt “Jess finds out a little about Becker's family, and discovers,
unsurprisingly, that there is a long history of military men. And maybe she
discovers a few other things as well...” by
deinonychus_1.
Warnings: not beta-read
Author notes:
Sorry about the plot, I’m just too addicted to broken Becker. ;)
She wasn’t reading this because she
wanted to spy on him or anything. She was just reading this because he was so
damn secretive about… well, everything, really. All she wanted to know was
whether his parents were still alive – and if he really was a single child, as
Connor once had bet he was. Becker never talked about his family, and he even kept
the date of his birthday from everyone.
She more or less found what she had
expected. Apparently, there was a long tradition of joining the army in his
family. His great-grandfather had been a successful admiral, his grandfather
had been highly decorated during the Second World War – and his father had been
a promising lieutenant before he had disappeared.
Jess frowned. People didn’t just
disappear. Maybe this was how Becker had gotten here in the first place. Maybe
his father had accidentally walked through an anomaly and been lost somewhere
in the past – or in the future.
She decided to dig a little deeper,
even though she knew she shouldn’t. She just had to know what it was that
Becker kept from all of them. It would somehow make her feel closer to him.
When she found the answers, though,
she wished she’d never searched for them.
She found the mentioning of Becker’s
older sister in one of the files. Frowning even more, she searched for her
name. She couldn’t remember Becker having ever talked about any siblings – and
there weren’t any mentioned in his personal file.
And then she found the newspaper
article.
Young woman dies in car accident, the headline said. Jess swallowed, briefly
skimming the article.
“What they don’t mention is that it
wasn’t an accident,” his familiar voice suddenly said behind her.
Jess whirled around and stared at
him in shock. “Becker,” she shrieked. “I didn’t mean to… I mean, all I wanted
was…” She interrupted herself when she saw the hurt written all over his face.
Great, she’d just ruined their friendship. He would never talk to her again.
“She committed suicide,” he said,
his voice was unusually calm for a statement like that, but Jess could see him
swallow hard before he continued. “My dad asked the media not to write it, and
surprisingly, they didn’t.”
Jess’ eyes widened. Becker’s sister
had committed suicide? And in such a horrible way? Driving her car against a
tree at full speed… Jess shivered.
“We never really got an answer why
she did it,” Becker continued, staring at the newspaper article on Jess’
computer screen. “There was no farewell note, no explanation at all why she did
it. She just let go of the steering wheel and hit the next tree.”
“I’m… so sorry,” was all Jess
managed to whisper.
“It ripped our family apart,” he
told her. “My dad never was the same again. I’m not even sure if it was the
fact that she’d killed herself or the fact that he didn’t know why. He started
drinking pretty soon afterwards. One day he hit me – I can’t even remember why –
and the next day he was gone. I never saw him again.”
“Did you… never look for him?” Jess
carefully asked.
Smiling wryly, Becker whispered, “I
guess I never really wanted to know what became of him. Maybe I was afraid of
the truth. This way, I could keep him in mind how he had been before April’s
death broke him.”
She nodded, not knowing what to say
to that.
“My mom died when I was sixteen, two
years after April’s death,” he said. “The doctors said it was a heart attack,
but my grandpa always said she died of a broken heart.”
Jess couldn’t stop the tear from
rolling down her cheeks.
“I lived with him after that,” he
whispered. “He’s the main reason I joined the army, because of all the stories
he told me when I was a kid. I… always wanted him to be proud of me.”
“I’m sure he is,” Jess whispered.
“He died six years ago.”
Jess swallowed. “I’m still sure he’s
proud of you,” she told him.
Finally taking his eyes off the
screen, Becker looked at her. “I never told anyone about April.”
She nodded, and then got up and
threw her arms around his neck. He just looked like he needed a hug. Or maybe
she needed it.
Burying his face in her hair, he
wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her close against him and inhaling
her scent. The warmth of her body, the soft skin of her cheek brushing against
his and the welcoming embrace made him feel less alone. Maybe he hadn’t lost
everything – or maybe he had at least found something new.
“Thank you,” he whispered into her
ear. “I… I think I needed to get this off my chest.”
“Anytime,” she replied, not even
thinking about letting go of him anytime soon, hoping he didn’t mind.
As a matter of fact, he didn’t have
any intention of letting her go, either. He just wrapped his arms tighter
around her and closed his eyes.
- Current Mood:
hungry
Comments
Poor Becker, at least he has all of his friends and he has Jess.
:) :D :) :D.
Of course, he has Jess. She'll be there for him whenever he needs her. Okay, the rest of the team would be there, too, but I prefer thinking she'll be the only one. *winks*
Great fic, thanks for filling the prompt :-)
Glad you liked the fic. Jess/Becker angst is always yummy, isn't it. Hehe.
This is a wonderful story. Becker and Jess are so sweet!
I have a request to you.
I'm from Russia, and I want to translate this story into Russian. Can you give me permission to translate? I really want to share this story with my Russian friends who also love Primeval.
Please, I wait your decision. Thanks!
Sure, go ahead and translate the story. I'm glad you like it enough that you want to go through all the trouble. I hope they'll like it. Would you send me the link once you translated it? My Russian is really bad, but I'd still love to see the translation. :)
До свида́ния (Hope that works, I had to copy it, because I don't have a Cyrillic keyboard...)
Thanks for your permission. Sure, I 'll give you the link to translating, when I'll do it. )) Thank you one more time.
Спасибо ))
http://allora.diary.ru/p167024108.htm
Thanks for a good story!