athene (deinonychus_1) wrote,

ficlet: Protective

I know it's been so long people have probably forgotten, but several months ago I took a load of ficlet prompts. Here's another one.

Title: Protective
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker/Connor, Ryan (Ryan/Connor if you squint)
Rating: PG                   
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Word count: 450
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
AN: written for madcatt82 with the prompt ‘target practice’.
AN2: Somewhat unusually for me, this ficlet inhabits happy fluffy denial land where Ryan was simply... promoted... and works alongside Becker.  

           Becker only actually understood about one word in four of what was currently babbling out of Connor’s mouth, but that didn’t really matter. He gathered it was something to do with analysing the electromagnetic field generated by the anomaly, and, judging by his big grin and enthusiastic bouncing around, Connor seemed to think it was very important and quite exciting.

            Becker was just enjoying the spectacle of Connor in full flow, and trying not to stare too obviously.

            “What’s the geek wittering on about now?” one of the soldiers muttered, not quite out of earshot.

            “Not a bloody clue,” replied his mate.

            “Reckon it’d take a ball gag to make him shut up,” the first soldier, Clarke, continued. “Or, you know, something else shoved in his mouth.”

            Becker stiffened but tried to pretend he hadn’t heard. It was just bored soldiers dicking around.

            “Reckon he’d shut up if we used his hat for target practice?”

            Just ignore them, Becker repeated over and over to himself. Connor was too far away to hear any of this himself, so no harm done, right? Still, Becker couldn’t help something coiling deep within him. Something intense. Something angry, protective, territorial.

            “Yeah,” Clarke continued. “Even better if he’s still wearing the hat at the time.”

            Becker snapped.


            Some hours later, Becker found himself standing to attention in front of Ryan’s desk. Ryan watched him silently for several minutes before he finally spoke.

            “You assaulted one of your men.”

            ‘Repeatedly punched him in the face and had to be dragged off him by three other men’ was a rather more accurate summary, but Becker simply nodded

            “Yes, sir.”


            “He was acting inappropriately in regard to the civilian scientists, sir.”

            “How so?”

            Becker didn’t reply. Rumours were probably already flying about him and Connor. Confirming them was just going to make the entire situation worse.  

            “I hear it had something to do with Connor Temple.” It was a statement, not a question, and Becker’s heart sank.

            Something must have shown on his face, though, because Ryan’s slightly raised eyebrows suggested he knew exactly what had happened, and why.

            “Clarke’s a twat, but you’re an officer. I expect better behaviour from you, no matter what the provocation.”

            “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

            A slight smile touched the edges of Ryan’s mouth.

            “Oh, I’m sure it will happen again, but next time just be a little more discreet about how you deal with it.”

            “Sir?” Not even Becker’s usual stoic front could hide his confusion.

            “Don’t worry, Becker, I understand.” Ryan’s smile became softer, a touch more indulgent. “Temple seems to have that effect on a surprising number of us.”


Tags: becker, connor temple, connor/becker, connor/ryan, fanfic, slash, slash implied, tom ryan

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