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fanfic: Stand - athene
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fanfic: Stand


Title: Stand
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Becker, Connor
Rating: 12
Warnings: Character death
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 960
Summary: All he had to do was hold the doorway.



The raptor lunged again and Becker stabbed the chair into its face, narrowly missing an eye with the chair leg. The raptor fell back, but not before Becker felt his skin rip open and blood begin to flow. Again.

“Becker?”

Becker really didn’t want to think too hard about how worried Connor’s voice sounded. Or what that implied about how bad he looked right then.

“Just hurry up, Connor.”

His hands were slick with sweat, and he gripped the chair tighter. He couldn’t afford to lose his only weapon.

Becker had come to the conclusion that he was going to be having words with Matt later about the reliability of the EMDs. With particular attention to their rather woeful performance on the guns vs. raptors scoreboard. And their inability to be used effectively as an improvised melee weapon at close quarters.

Two raptors rushed him at once, and he swung the chair in an arc that caught both of them across the chests. The blow utterly failed to stop either of them from reaching him. He felt hot breath on his face and his instincts screamed at him to fall back a step. He caught himself before his feet moved. Retreat wasn’t an option.

Behind him in the room, Connor and the teacher were trying to get the schoolchildren out through the window onto the fire escape, and away to safety. There was only one door into the room. The door itself lay off to one side, smashed. But the doorway was an effective bottleneck, and as long as Becker was blocking the opening it meant he could prevent the creatures from getting into the room. He knew it wasn’t a complex or elegant plan, but it didn’t need to be pretty, it just had to work.

Because if the raptors got into the room there would be a massacre.

He slammed his elbow up into a raptor’s jaw, and stabbed again with the chair at the second creature. Teeth closed around his forearm and Becker kicked out wildly. He felt his boot make contact with the raptor’s leg, and kept kicking until it let go. The second one slashed at his face with its claws and he resorted to the chair again, stabbing and shoving again and again until he had bought himself a couple of feet clearance.

At least the bottleneck had the added advantage that no more than two raptors could reach him at once. All he had to do was hold the doorway. It sounded easy, in theory.

Except that there were thirty panicking children, and one window. And six raptors.

And he was just one man with a broken chair standing in a doorway.

Becker knew he was bleeding. More importantly, the raptors knew he was bleeding. If anything, though, it seemed their attacks had become cautious. They were keeping more of a distance. Instead of trying to pounce on him, they now darted forwards with a single bite or nip or slash of their claws, and then leapt back out of the way before he could retaliate. Either they had learned not to get too close, or else they sensed that the hard work was already done, and now they only had to bide their time.

His vision blurred for a second, and he felt himself sway. Becker swung wildly with the chair, no longer aiming. No longer capable of aiming.

“Connor!”

“Just three more to go.”

Three children. Then the teacher. Then Connor. Another minute. Maybe two.

The chair connected with a raptor as it darted low and went for his leg. It screeched and whirled around, its tail catching the side of Becker’s head as it retreated. He staggered backwards. A single raptor lunged forwards after him, and Becker threw every bit of strength he had into battering it back the way it had come. Somehow it worked, and he followed it until he was standing in the doorway again.

One minute. Maybe two.

The left leg of his trousers was sticking to him, and something wet was squelching in his boot. Becker knew without looking what that ‘something’ was. So did the raptors, because one of them was now specifically targeting that leg. Had been for the last four or five attacks. The most urgent issue, however, was that Becker could no longer trust that leg with his weight.

One minute.

The chair made contact with another raptor, and Becker was momentarily gratified to see its head snap sideways from the blow. It yelped and went down.

“Clear! Becker, they’re all clear. Let’s go.”

“You go.”

“Not without you.”

Trust Connor to decide to be stupidly brave now.

“Once I’m out of this doorway the raptors will get into the room,” Becker explained, not taking his eyes off his enemy. “I need a clear run at the window to stand a chance of escaping. I need you to be out of the way when I do that.”

A raptor apparently took his conversation to mean he was distracted, and went for Becker’s face. Chair leg, meet eyeball. Becker’s grim smile was short lived, even as the raptor fled, screaming a horrible noise of pain. Another pair took the place of the fallen creatures. A fresh, uninjured pair.

“Okay. Clear.”

Connor’s voice sounded further way. Outside. It also sounded like he believed they could do this. It sounded like he wasn’t actually aware of the fact that Becker was no longer capable of outrunning a pack of raptors, even over a short distance. It sounded like he was blissfully unaware that Becker had no intention of even trying to do so.

Mission accomplished.

“Come on then, you ugly bastards.”

Becker swiped blood out of his eyes, and braced himself for the final attack.


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lukadreaming From: lukadreaming Date: October 16th, 2011 08:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
Eek! Waaaaah! Scary action - I was reading it through my fingers.
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 16th, 2011 09:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
Excellent *evil grin*. I have no idea where this fic came from. I decided I fancied writing some drabbles or short ficlets this afternoon, and then this happened!
samueljames From: samueljames Date: October 16th, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Luckily I had some tissue close to hand. Poor Becker, of course he'd do the whole noble sacrifice thing. Also poor Connor when he realises Becker isn't making it out. Wonderfully done.
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 16th, 2011 09:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
thanks. Poor Becker, he does seem quite intent on sacrificing himself if he thinks it will prevent more civilian casualties. Connor is not going to be a happy bunny...
reggietate From: reggietate Date: October 16th, 2011 08:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
*meep* Oh, brave, doomed Becker. That's so like him. Terrific fic!
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 16th, 2011 09:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
hee, thanks. He decided to go all heroic and self-sacrificing on me again, the silly brave man! Connor is going to be pissed off when he realises the truth.
jaynedoll From: jaynedoll Date: October 16th, 2011 09:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh no, you cannot leave it like that it's evil *g*
There had better be some comfort for Becker now he's had all that hurt *g*
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 16th, 2011 09:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
But I *am* evil! *insert evil maniacal giggling here* And it might be a bit late for comfort, since he's about to be dead any moment now.

Unless, of course, Matt, Abby and Emily are about to come charging round the corner all guns blazing and rescue him, of course... In which case, all Becker has to do is survive the wrath of Connor!
tli From: tli Date: October 16th, 2011 09:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
Eeep! The action was very vivid. I just hope someone's there to hold Connor back when he realises Becker's not coming out!
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 16th, 2011 09:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
thanks, glad you liked it. I hope someone holds Connor back as well! Otherwise it could get messy.
fredbassett From: fredbassett Date: October 16th, 2011 09:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
MEEP!!!!

I need a fix it for this now. *stamps shapely paw*
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 16th, 2011 09:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
*evil giggle* Well, as I said to Jaynedoll, maybe Matt and Abby and Emily are about to arrive and rescue him.

Or maybe not... *evil grin*
clea2011 From: clea2011 Date: October 16th, 2011 09:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, this was really well done. Poor Becker. And poor, trusting Connor, who you just know is going to be looking back through that window and see what happens.
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 16th, 2011 09:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
thanks, glad you liked it. I know, Becker went all heroic and self-sacrificing on me, as he tends to do sometimes. And yes, Connor is not going to be happy about this in the slightest when he sees what is happening and realises Becker lied to him.
rodlox From: rodlox Date: October 16th, 2011 09:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
YAY Heroic Becker!

(and in Primeval, heroism tends to be rewarded with miraculous escapes - first Helen from fire, now Becker from raptors)

I'm hoping my gut is wrong about there being something lurking outside, watching the kids.

this was a terrific story - didn't even suspect until too late what Becker's intentions were. (that may be because of the early thought about Matt and the EMDs)
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 17th, 2011 06:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
thanks, glad you enjoyed it. Unfortunately, I think on this occasion it's more like what happened to Stephen, and there won't be a last minute escape for Becker (or at least, in my head there isn't).
fififolle From: fififolle Date: October 16th, 2011 10:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh god. You can't... What...?
*whimper*
No. Just... no.
Think of Connor! The pain. The guilt. *wibbles*
*wander off in daze*
Amazing stuff.
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 17th, 2011 06:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
*evil laugh* Yes, yes I can. And I did. And Connor is definitely going to be feeling hurt and guilty, poor baby.
kristen_mara From: kristen_mara Date: October 16th, 2011 11:00 pm (UTC) (Link)

Little Miss Maim and Kill strikes again! (Or sends her subordinates to do so *G*) I'm going to believe that Matt and co show up...

////And their inability to be used effectively as an improvised melee weapon at close quarters.////

I can hear him thinking that. Poor brave love, trying so hard!

////it didn’t need to be pretty, it just had to work.////

At my uncle's funeral, my aunt said that was his philosophy, and she had always wondered if that referred to her too.

deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 17th, 2011 06:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
I have subordinates? Excellent! :-)

All Becker wants is a gun that can shoot things effectively, *and* be used as an improvised club for battering things that get too close to shoot. Is that too much to ask? *pets Becker*
knitekat From: knitekat Date: October 17th, 2011 12:02 am (UTC) (Link)
Meep and eek. Great actiony fic and Miss Maim and Kill strikes again. (although the cavalry is about to charge in to rescue heroic Becker).
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 17th, 2011 06:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks. I think my LMMK icon has been feeling neglected recently and needed to be let out to play :-) Cavalry? What cavalry? *evil grin*
freddiejoey From: freddiejoey Date: October 17th, 2011 12:57 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow.

Bated breath and hopeful expectations here.
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 17th, 2011 06:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
thanks. I think it's probably safer if you imagine the ending for yourself - does he die heroically, or does Matt and the others arrive in time to save him? Although it *does* say 'character death' in the warnings... *evil grin*
x_bellaitalia_x From: x_bellaitalia_x Date: October 17th, 2011 08:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Blimey, I read that with bated breath. Wonderfully tense.

You're not...leaving it there right? *g*
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 17th, 2011 06:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
thanks, and yep, I was planning to leave it right there. Because I am evil, apparently. Poor Becker seemed determined to do the heroic sacrifice thing, so who was I to argue with him?
bigtitch From: bigtitch Date: October 17th, 2011 08:49 am (UTC) (Link)
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!

*huggles Becker*
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 17th, 2011 06:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Heehee! *covers ears* I think he needs a hug, bless him.
nietie From: nietie Date: October 17th, 2011 10:00 am (UTC) (Link)
MEEP! You hurt and maimed again! BECKER!!!!!!
*dials Denial frantically*
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: October 17th, 2011 06:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oops? Bad me? Its his own fault for being so pretty and heroic and determined to throw himself into danger so that others don't have to. He was asking to be maimed and killed! *evil grin*
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