Something horrible has happened in my country (Finland).

THEY'VE CANCELLED PRIMEVAL! D:

Yup. The last episode I saw from TV was so3 ep7, they didn't even finish the season!:( The channel (SuomiTV) is instead showing Conan O'Brian six or seven times a week. I mean, really! Primeval once a week, Conan five or six times a week, would it really be that difficult? Its lame watching them from the computer and you can't imagine how much I wanted to watch the rest of the show! Aaaaagh!

Well, I checked the website and they've apparently got a couple complaints so they are finishing season 3 but that's it. Won't get to see Jess/Matt/Emily :(

Rant finished. Oh, and for some reason, Fanfiction left out the end of my last chapter. So I'll just add it to the start :)

"Connor? How long are we going to be crouching here? They'll start wondering where everyone is," Emily said, interrupting his train of thought. He turned to face her, whispering. "Until something happens, of course! Have you ever seen anything so insanely brilliant, aside from when Becker saved Jess from the beetles? I mean, it's straight from a movie script, those guys are so meant for each other!" He turned once again to watch the pair.

"But really Connor-"

"What?" he whispered through his teeth, annoyed. When Emily spoke, he couldn't hear if Jess and Becker were saying anything. And her mouth seemed to be going all the time at the moment. Didn't she realize what a moment this was in the history of the ARC team!

"I'm starving."

Sighing dramatically, Connor got up from his crouch. "Again? We just ate an hour ago. Remember? My delicious tomato soup?"

"It didn't fill me up! Actually, it probably didn't fill anyone up at all". Emily glared at him. It really was unfair how women's cooking was so much more appreciated...

"Okay, okay, whatever. We'll stick some meatballs in the microwave, alright? Wouldn't want Matt to think I was making his girlfriend go hungry or anything", Connor said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and rounding the corner to the kitchen. He still kept an eye on Becker and Jess, though. Nothing was going to happen behind his back!

Amazing. Becker didn't even move when he and Emily entered the living space! Connor was sure the soldier had seen and heard them come. Maybe he actually was still drunk...

"Emily", he stage-whispered while digging the meatball package from the fridge, "I have a feeling that what we've all been waiting for might happen very soon."

O.O.O.O.O.O.O

"...and that's the short cut to the A-Mart. It's a tiny store, so we have to go to the centre for proper groceries, but you can find what you need in an emergency. You got that all?"

Abby was just finishing with showing Matt all the important places around their house. It had been refreshing to get out of the hot flat and walk around a bit. Nobody had thought of putting on the air conditioner in the morning, and it was stifling, especially with all the extra people around. Plus, Abby wasn't sure how long she was going to keep her head with Emily, who was still having a bad case of hangover, and Connor, who was bouncing around the house like an Energizer bunny.

So the pair had left them, Becker and Jess together and taken a tour of the block, and they had just about finished and were walking back. Abby was itching to go shopping today, as she hadn't visited the new mall yet, but Jess and Emily were just too sick to go. At least she had Matt to keep her sane for the day.

"What do you think they've been up to?" Matt asked her as they walked side by side down the road. Abby shook her head, kicking at a pine cone. "Trust me, I wish I knew. But I think it'll definitely be for the better when we get back home."

"You can say that again", Matt said, smirking down at her. He had a secretive smile, Abby mused. Then again, the guy had had to keep a lot of secrets, bless him. He had actually turned out to be a good friend, despite it all. They turned down a small footpath to the front door, which Abby opened with her key. "I'm a little frightened to find out what's going on in here..." Matt said as a loud thump echoed from upstairs.

As it turned out, he had good reason to be scared. As Abby rounded the top of the stairs at full speed, the first thing she saw was Emily, shouting incomprehensible words from beside the counter and flinging something into the living room. A broken plate was at her feet, and the top of Conner's dark hair could be seen behind one of the couches as he tried to hide from her assault. Occasionally a pillow flew into the kitchen, but his aim was useless as always. Jess and Becker were nowhere to be seen, and on the screen, the Titanic was slowly sinking.

Leave them in the flat for half an hour and this happens! Abby sighed in frustration, rushing to get between the two combatants. Jess and Becker had had the good sense to retreat somewhere safe, so now she had to clean up this mess.

"Come on Matt, help me!" she threw over her shoulder at the time-traveler, who was standing useless at the top of the stairs. She hoped he could get Emily in hand, and went round the couch to find her fiancé cowering behind it. He looked up with an expression of horror, which changed quickly to relief. "Abbyy! You just saved me!" He bounced up to hug her tightly, lifting her off her feet. Abby just rolled her eyes. "What do you two think you're doing in here?" she asked, maybe a little more forcefully than she had intended. Connor dropped her immediately, eyes wide.

"I swear, it was a mistake! I was just reaching for a meatball and my hand knocked the edge of the plate..." he tried to explain. Matt came over, leading Emily by the shoulders, and Connor cowered behind Abby. "Guys, you really have to get out of this kind of thing. It's Jess's flat, and anyway, you're a little old for food fights, don't you think?" Matt said. He couldn't seem to keep a smile off his face, though. Obviously the situation was a funny one, and Abby was looking forward to hearing an explanation. Emily glowered, and Connor whimpered at her expression.

"Connor. Explain. Now."

Her boyfriend burst into a stream of speech. "I made Emily lunch for like the fourth time today and wanted my share and when I took a meatball off her plate it tipped over all over the floor, and the plate broke and she just went berserk and started throwing her food at me! I mean, it's just one meal!"

Emily's frown deepened. "I'd had enough of standing for your tricks today, Connor. It was my food!" she replied hotly.

Even Abby had to snigger at the two of them. Did they have any idea how ridiculous they looked? "Connor, you're such a child sometimes."

"But that's exactly why you love me", he said, grinning back at her. Abby just had to forgive him. Who could resist those pleading brown eyes? Not her, at least. She pecked him on the cheek. "You're right. But that isn't going to stop me from making you clean up the living room, though. Emily, you can do the kitchen. Sorry, I know how irritating Connor can be... so don't worry about it. You're probably not feeling too hot right now anyway". She smiled sympathetically at her friend. "I'll help you", Matt offered, and they set about cleaning up the remains of the quick lunch.

Problem solved, peace in the flat. For now.

Where were Jess and Becker when you needed them?

O.O.O.O.O.O.O

"Wow. This is...cool. Really cool!" The little field co-ordinater spun in a circle, slowly taking in her surroundings.

Becker had never imagined he'd see Jess standing there where she was. He must be crazy to bring her here... but it had seemed like a good idea then.

His doorstep. His flat. Jess. In his flat.

Becker took off his shoes and made his way through the living room to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he pulled out a jug of lemonade and poured them both a glass. On his way back, Becker switched on the fan, and it slowly began to turn with a soft whurring sound.

It was the middle of the day, sweltering hot, and the sun was beating down right through his windows. The normally cool flat felt like a desert with furniture. What a way for Jess to see his place for the first time!

Becker placed the glasses on a table, sitting across from Jess on a comfortable grey couch. They reached for the drinks at the same time, fingers brushing for a tiny moment. The touch of her skin felt like an electric shock, and she blushed behind her glass, but Becker pretended not to notice. "The pizzas will probably be coming soon", he commented, sipping the lemonade. It tasted wonderfully cool.

"Yeah, I suppose. What a mistake, ordering pizza on a day like this!" Jess wiped her brow with the back of her hand, overdoing the effects. The corner of Becker's mouth twitched. She was wearing some sort of red skirt-and-top assemble that showed off her long skinny legs and arms, and looked insanely great on her. Becker found that extremely hard to ignore. He took a sip.

"I hope you don't mind me being here, by the way... I mean, you probably didn't want to go to the mall again," Jess said. Becker looked at her to see she was wearing a worried expression. Really? Was she seriously asking him that question?

"Of course not, Jessica. I would have left you at the mercy of those two mad people bunking in at your place", he answered, smiling at her genuinely.

"Hey, don't call me Jessica! I thought you were rid of that habit already!"

"It's not a bad habit in my opinion."

Jess harrumphed, frowning at him. "And anyway, Connor and Emily aren't mad. I mean, at least not most of the time..."

Becker snorted, almost spitting out his drink. Now that would have been embarrassing. "Spend a couple afternoons chasing dinosaurs with them, you might think differently... I told you of the time she drove us back to the ARC, right?" he said, still smiling a bit.

"Well, I was right there on the other end of the com link, if you remember", Jess said, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh. Right."

They chatted comfortably about the ARC, Becker trying to convince her of the craziness of their teammates until the doorbell rang. Jess immediately grabbed the money off the low table between them, still laughing at something he'd said, and answered, paying the foreign pizza man. She returned carrying two flat cardboard boxes, balancing them like a waitress. This time, she sat beside Becker on the grey couch, setting the pizzas before them. "Mine is the Hawaiian, there's yours... really, how can you get that down? Just meat?" she seemed amazed by his choice of fillings.

"And extra cheese", Becker said, pulling the lid up off his pizza. The delicious spicy smell of pepperoni filled his nostrils, and he dug in without further talk. On the rare occasions he ordered pizza, Becker always bought from the place two streets over; they sliced the pieces ready. Who felt like cutting their own pizza? He glanced at Jess's meal, raising his eyebrows appraisingly. "I, for one, can't get how you stand pineapple. Real meat is what a man needs!" Jess just waved away his comment. For a moment, they ate in silence. The fan had cooled his flat by now. Becker got up, refilled the glasses, sat back down beside Jess, a little closer than a moment ago. Just a little... Their arms touched at some points, tanned skin against porcelain, but he tried not to mind. Things were so much easier without Connor around, Becker mused to himself.

Jess finally pushed her pizza box away, a good third still left. "Ohh my god, that was good. I just can't get any more of it down. How do you manage to eat so much of t? I mean, these things are huge!" Jess said, looking at the lone three pieces still left in his box. He'd save them for lunch tomorrow. Becker smirked at her. "Practice."

She slapped his flat stomach, which Becker barely felt. "Yeah right! Can't see much pizza fat around there." Her cheeks turned a slight hue of pink as she said it, but she didn't blush as crazily as usual. Becker took that to be a good sign. Trying to be casual, he swung his arm around the back of the couch, behind her shoulders. It felt like a natural thing to do. "Oh, don't worry. I burn it all off at the gym." As if to accentuate his words, Becker coughed into his arm, feeling little daggers rasping at his throat. He was probably going to be down with the flu next morning, despite it all...

Jess curled up at his side, leaning her head on his shoulder. She was probably tired already, having spent most of last night awake. Becker checked his watch, and was surprised to see that it was already nine. Time flew when he was with Jess, especially when they were alone like this. It had been a good idea to escape Connor and Emily when they could. The idea had been to only come to his flat for a little while to have something to eat without having to watch out for anything being thrown at them, but yes, time had flown.

They sat there for a long time still. Becker wasn't even overly conscious of her head, growing heavier and heavier on his shoulder. Before he knew it, the clock hands had moved another round again.

Becker glanced down to see that Jess had closed her eyes. He admired her for a moment: pale, symmetrical face, long lashes, perfect lips, peaceful expression...

"Hey... Are you asleep?" he asked, nudging her softly. Becker waited in silence for a long moment, but Jess didn't answer. He didn't blame her for falling asleep on him; he was feeling pretty tired himself, and still a bit hung over from yesterday, and stuffy and sick too. Softly, very softly, he laid her down, stretched across the couch. Jess barely moved, just muttered something in her dreams. Becker stretched, yawning himself, and fetched her a blanket from the cupboard in the spare bedroom. There was no way he was driving back to her flat, when they could just as well stay here. Jess was asleep anyway.

He was halfway into the living room before realizing how stupid it would look, her bunking on the sofa while he hogged his huge bed for himself. Becker sighed, and threw the blanket on the second couch to carefully put his arms around Jess, lifting her up. She muttered something again, arms reaching to cling around his neck. Becker felt his skin heat up where she touched.

He pulled back the covers of his own bed, and laid Jess there. She looked so beautiful, just curled up there where he usually slept. Becker leant over and, very very lightly, kissed her on the forehead. Then he quickly turned to go set up his own bed in the spare bedroom.

If Becker had looked back just then, he might have seen Jess smile.

Whew! That was a bit of a job to write at first :D I think the end is okay though, my inspiration kicked in at the last moment.

Oh and today comes Primeval so3 ep9 from TV!3 *sings and dances in a circle*

Anyway, hope you liked it!