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A/N: This popped into my head late last night and I couldn't shake the idea, so hope you enjoy!

Bend It Like Becker

The ARC was a place to be serious when it mattered and also a place to joke when possible. Outside the ARC and its various duties and tribulations, everyone led somewhat normal lives.

Connor and Abby lived with their new flatmate and hostess, Jess Parker, trying to return to a life outside the Cretaceous. Abby attempted to resume her old life by attending kickboxing and yoga lessons and spending time with Connor when possible.

Connor hung out with Duncan and played video games when he wasn't at the ARC working on projects for Phillip Burton and did his best to spend time with Abby when he could.

Needless to say, Connor and Abby's relationship had slowly started to become awkward since their return because of everything and everyone that occupied their time instead of what it had been like in the Cretaceous.

Jess sometimes painted out on the balcony of the flat to relieve the stress from working at the ARC.

Matt's and Becker's personal lives outside the ARC were similar to a mystery novel. Matt refused to give details on what he did for—dare anyone say it—fun outside the ARC, saying that his job was the only thing that mattered to him.

Anyone who asked Becker was met with the response, 'My personal life really has no reflection to what we do here.'

"So, what do you think Becker does when he's not at the ARC?" Jess asked Connor and Abby as they returned their black boxes upon their return from a mission.

Connor and Abby looked at each other before looking back at Jess.

"I dunno, then again, it's his private life for a reason. He'll tell you when he's ready." Abby shrugged with a smile.

"Yeah, sure." Jess smiled, before looking to Connor for an answer.

"What she said." Connor pointed to Abby.

"I've got some work to do in the menagerie if you need me." Abby said before walking off in the direction of the menagerie.

"I've got—stuff to do—that way." Connor said pointing behind him, as he backed away towards another direction.

He knew that when Jess started about Becker, she was looking for opinions and facts about the resident soldier boy and that he should avoid the conversation at all costs.

"Connor." Jess called, just as he was about to leave the Main Operations Room.

"Yo?" He asked, spinning around to face the red-headed field coordinator.

"What do you really think? I know that you love conspiracy theories. I've read your file." Jess smiled. "Enlighten me."

Jess knew that Connor would have to give in now. She'd mentioned the key words. If anyone was as curious about what Becker did outside the ARC as she was, it would be Connor.

Connor looked around to make sure that neither Abby nor Becker was in the room before taking a few giant steps inconspicuously towards the terminal.

"I think that when Becker's not at the ARC, he secretly trains an army of ninjas and practices dance moves to the song, 'Soulja Boy'." Connor beamed as he whispered.

"Really?" Jess asked disbelievingly, raising an eyebrow. "An army of ninjas and dance moves?"

Connor nodded. "His own personal army. Two dozen, at least."

"Temple, before you go shouting off your conspiracy theories about my private life, make sure you take your earpiece off so the ARC doesn't hear your ridiculous ideas." Becker said, suddenly next to Connor, taking Connor's earpiece and tossing it on the terminal.

"But—you weren't even—how?" Connor rambled.

"Why are you so interested in my private life, Jessica?" Becker asked leaning on her chair.

Jess's face turned a dark shade of red at the close proximity.

"Just—just wondering what you do to—relax, out side of the ARC." Jess blurted. "I mean, Abby does yoga, Connor plays video games, and I—paint."

"I read old reports and workout. That's what I do outside the ARC, Jess." Becker explained, maintaining his composure.

Connor snickered.

"What, Temple?" Becker asked angrily.

"Nobody does extra work outside the ARC. Not even Lester; and he's a workaholic." Connor stated.

Just as Becker was about to say something, Matt walked into the room.

"Becker, I'm gonna need your help transporting the Archaeoceratops to the seclusion cell of the menagerie."

"It's three feet long." Becker retorted.

"Yeah, but it's putting up a bit of a fight and I can't exactly open any of the doorways while cradling a flailing lizard." Matt pointed out.

"EMD it."

"If I EMD it again in such a short amount of time, I might kill it and then you can explain to Abby and Lester why the creature transport failed."

Becker rolled his eyes. "Fine."

As they left the room, Connor leaned in toward Jess.

"You don't really buy that whole 'reports and working out' stuff, do you?" He asked.

Jess shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Hm? Of course not."

"Like I told you, ninjas and dance moves." Connor insisted once more.

Jess laughed. "I highly doubt that."

"Why? How else did he sneak up on me? And how did he not hear anything you said?"

Jess pointed to her earpiece that rested by the keyboard on the terminal.

"I know when certain people shouldn't hear certain things." She smirked.

"You're really sneaky, do you know that?"

Jess nodded. "Now for my theory."

She turned to the terminal and typed quickly at the keys, bringing up a map and locations.

"Becker left his black box on the other day until; he got to right about—here." She said pointing to a location downtown.

"So? He probably lives out that way."

Jess shook her head, "No, he lives in the opposite direction—I mean, that was in his file."

Connor raised an eyebrow. "And you think that Becker's private life could quite possibly exist somewhere near where that signal dropped off?"

"Only one way to find out." Jess turned to Connor smiling.

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