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Past/Present/Future Chapter One

Title: So Tell Me..Future Boy Part I 

Pairing/Characters: Becker/Matt

Genre: smutish, humour, friendship/romance...ish.   

Rating:    18 to be safe for the mo.

Spoilers: Takes place in between episode four and five of Season 5.   

Summary:  Matt decides to tell Becker he's from the Future.   

A/N:. This is now the first chapter of what is going to be called my Past/Present/Future story. As all my Primeval stories are linked to each other, I thought I'd best get them more organized. This is after my Getting Closer series and oneshots. Again beta'd by the most awesome fredbassett  but all boo-boos and yogis are mine not hers. Do enjoy and I appreciate any comments.

 
“But there’s something I need to tell you. The machine I made in my lab was just a prototype. Philip built another one and it’s a hundred times its size and it’s infinitely more powerful. Now he’s got the key and he knows how to open his anomaly, because I showed him how.”

                “Do you not think he deserves to know where you’ve come from… and what you have to do? He can help you.”

                “It’s too late. There’s no way we can stop him now.”

                Learning what he had learnt from Connor, Matt realised that he had no choice but to tell Becker.  Connor was being a little too pessimistic for Matt’s liking, there had to be a way, they had to stop Burton. As there was nothing further that could be done that evening, Matt decided to inform Becker who he was.  Emily had said something about staying with Jess, giving him an excuse to finally do as Emily had suggested.

                He had never been to Becker’s apartment before. As he climbed several flights of stairs, ignoring the judging gaze of an elderly woman as she peeked out from behind her door, Matt went over and over in his mind how he would tell Becker.  It really didn’t matter, because Becker would be pissed off either way.  Even the six-pack of beers Matt had brought along might not help.

                Matt climbed one more flight of stairs, stepping aside as a group of young women, all dressed for a night out on the town, came traipsing down from another flat. They looked at him approvingly and smiled before running off giggling.

                Of course Becker had to live at the very top of this block of flats and Matt wished that the lift had been working.  He stood outside the door and looked at the black, unmarked wood. He held out his hand and felt the smoothness of the grain. It was flawless. 

                His hand clenched into a fist and Matt rapped his knuckles against the wood. He knocked four times and waited. Becker was in and Matt knew he was purposely making him wait. So he waited.  If Becker was going to be this damned stubborn then Matt was going to respond in the only way he knew how.

                “Six bottles of beer in a crate…” Matt began to sing at the top of his voice and he purposely rattled the bottles in his hand. “Six bottles of beer! Take one out…”

                He paused as he took one bottle from the pack and looked at the golden liquid inside.

                “Oh. I suppose I could pass it about,” he said, loudly to the door. “But as it’s just me here…I’ll drink it all myself.”  

                The door opened. Becker stood there, looking far from amused. He was dressed in jeans and a dark green teeshirt — with the words ‘This Is What A Soldier Looks Like’ emblazoned on the chest — which made a nice change from seeing Becker dressed in his usual black attire. The humorous shirt made Matt smile as he slowly walked into the flat.

                “Nice shirt.” 

                “My nephew got it for me,” Becker replied coldly.

                “Proud his uncle is a soldier then?”

                Becker nodded and accepted the beer Matt offered him. He cracked the cap off easily within his palm and took a sip. Matt followed him in and took in his surroundings. Becker’s place was vastly different from his own.

                It was more like a home rather than just somewhere to live. Pictures of his family, his old army buddies and even some of the crew from the ARC, were placed all around the lounge.  He had a nice set up, a dark blue leather three-piece suite and extra recliner chairs with foot rests, were arranged around the front of an impressively large flat screen television, arranged presumably for the sole purpose of having friends around and watching sport.

                Rugby trophies and other sporting memorabilia decorated the walls… it was very much a bachelor pad, a home that catered to a single man’s needs.

                “So?”

                Becker slumped into the main recliner — the one with the best view of the television — and took a long swig of his beer. Matt slowly walked to the sofa and as he sank down into the comforts of the leather, he eyed one photo he knew to be of great importance to Becker. It was hidden from general view, but from where Becker sat, he could see it clearly and remember.

                It was of the captain smiling and laughing as he hugged the woman in his arms. Sarah. The two of them looked so happy together.  The photo must be a constant, painful reminder of what he had lost.

                So it was going to be really fabulous when Matt made Becker’s sour mood worse.

                “I have news,” Matt said, taking a bottle from the pack and toying with it in his hands. “It’s not good, I’m afraid.”

                “I already know what it is you’ve come to tell me. I’ve accepted it… so let’s move on shall we? Drink your beer and then you can go back to her.”

                “What?” Matt watched, confused as Becker got up from the chair, snatched his bottle and opened it for him.  The bottle was shoved back into his hand and Becker fell back to the recliner.

                “Emily. You can stay here, drink the beer with me… which is fine, and then you can go to her.”

                “Er… Becker, I’m here because I wanted to talk to you… spend time with you. Not Emily.” Matt took a couple of nervous gulps from his bottle and leaned forward, hoping that he had Becker’s attention. “What I have to say… I don’t think you’re going to like it, so I’ll just come out and say it.” Becker was looking at him, but Matt wasn’t sure that he was really listening. “Fine.  Becker… I’m not from this time. I came… from the future, through an anomaly, to change it. I came here to stop Philip Burton from destroying everything and Becker… I need your help. Please.” 

                 Matt knew that such a revelation wouldn’t get a great response, but Becker’s laughter wasn’t what he expected at all. There was a snort and a spray of beer as Matt’s timing caught Becker just as he was taking another swig. Becker laughed and as he wiped his face clean of the beer, he shook his head with amused disbelief.    

                “Oh that’s brilliant. I was not expecting you to come out with that! You’re from the future? Yeah! Of course you are!”  Becker coughed and spluttered a little before continuing to laugh and he had to put the empty bottle down. Eventually the laughter stopped and Becker looked to be anything but amused. “Look, I’m a grown man and it’s not as if what we have together constitutes a relationship. Just say it’s not me that you want… we’ll drink the beer and everything will be fine. You don’t need to spare my feelings, Matt. I’ll get over it.” 

                 Of course Becker was lying. Matt could see the hurt upon his face, however their ‘relationship’ or whatever it was they had, wasn’t important right now.   

                 “I’m not joking, Becker. I’m not trying to spare your feelings…” Matt moved from the sofa and sat directly in front of Becker, on his foot rest. This time he made sure Becker was listening as he took off his watch. “I came back from the year 2218, where the earth has been scorched to desert wastelands and the air is polluted with toxic fumes. Predators live there and they thrive in it. Factions of my people live underground… barely surviving because the surface is an inhabitable hell, because the water is undrinkable and the threat from being killed by the creatures happens every day, every minute and every second. This… this is where I come from.” 

                Matt unclipped from his watch the small recording device he’d brought with him. He pressed one of the buttons and held out his palm. 

                The hologram screen projected out from the device. It showed a recording of a wasteland of what had once been London. There was no sun, no clear sky, only blackened clouds. Hard winds whipped up sand and debris from the ground and crumbled buildings into rubble.  It was a nightmare vision. 

                The picture shook, as if the person doing the filming was nervous. Then there was a gasp as the camera caught a mass of predators scurrying over some rubble before they all began to rip apart something… someone. Their screams echoed throughout the desolate town.

                “Oh God! Matt… we have to get out of here… oh God!”  A frightened young voice from the recording made Becker jolt with surprise.   

                “This is where I’m from, this is my world, Becker,” Matt said as the video continued. “This is the result of what Philip does with his anomaly research. You’ve seen the one Connor made and what came out of it? Well Philip is going to make another that’s a hundred times bigger and he will not be able to control it! I came back to stop him and I’m asking for your help.” 

                Becker didn’t reply. He said nothing, only glared at the flickering holo-image of the future with shock and disgust. He then reached out a hand and traced a single finger through the projection. The view suddenly changed and the frightened face looking back at him was unmistakeable. Becker ran his fingers over the very youthful face of Matt Anderson and then he backed away… sickened at the sight of all death that littered the ground around the young teen.  

                “Becker….” 

                Matt was getting worried now. No response at all was not like Becker and the longer his hesitation lingered on, the more concerned Matt grew. He had to have some reaction, he had to say something, anything. 

                “Becker?” 

                “That was you? You’re… you’re really from the future?” 

                Matt nodded. 

                “You had to see this, deal with the predators… every day?” 

                “Every day.” 

                “Jesus, Matt. Jesus-fucking-Christ…..”

                Becker slowly rose to his feet and turned away from the lounge and Matt. He walked over to the large window that overlooked the city and leaned on the sill, gazing at the people and cars below. Matt suspected that he was imagining the city as he had just seen it, nothing but ruins and sand… the dead littering the streets. He looked quite pale. 

                “I’ve dealt with predators…” Becker said after a very long period of uncomfortable silence. “I’ve had to fend off many of them on my own. That was just for a few hours… and it took everything I had to stay alive. You… you had to deal with those bastards every single day?” 

                Matt nodded.

                 “Not just them. You remember those burrowing creatures we encountered?”

                Becker looked round to Matt, eyes widened with shock.

                “There was never a moment where we could feel safe, there wasn’t anywhere where we could settle because they used to dig us out.”

                “Shit. What sort of a life is that, Matt?” 

                “The only one I’ve known, until I came here.”

                “You know…. I knew something was wrong with your file, as soon as I read it.”  Becker gulped down the remainder of his beer. “It was too perfect. You made your file up, everything was a lie.” 

                “The Everest part was, yeah.”

                “And so was the fact that you weren’t born in 1976 but rather 207 years in the future?”          

                “That too.”

                “You lied to all of us.” 

                Matt felt a sickening bile rise up in his throat hearing Becker say that. It was true, but after everything they had shared and been through together, it being the truth didn’t make things better. He came and stood beside Becker at the window and mimicked his leaning posture.  

                “Becker… I’m sorry to have lied to you and the others. I was under orders and I had a duty to find the person responsible. People depended on me.” 

                “I understand that.”  Becker sighed and turned to look at Matt. The hurt on his face subsided for a moment, replaced by the professional and stern expression he normally adopted. “I understand… especially after seeing what you had to face. I get it, but still… you could have bloody told me.”
  
                Matt straightened up and leaned against the window frame, his arms crossed over his chest and his head bowed. 

                “I’m sorry.”

                “This future thing, it’s a lot to take in, Matt. You can’t just spring it on me and expect me to be all okay with it.” 

                “I wasn’t expecting you to be okay with it.” 

                “Thought I would freak out?”

                “No. I thought you might be a bit pissed off actually.” 

                Becker nodded to confirm Matt’s assumption. He was pissed off.  

                “I’ll help you, but that’s mainly because I don’t trust Philip as far as I can throw Lester’s mammoth.” 

                “Do you still trust me?” 

                “Matt, what the hell?”  Becker turned away from Matt and tried to put some distance between them. “We’ve known each other and we’ve worked with each other for over a year. You’ve saved my life, and vice versa… did you really think that I was the accomplice?”


                “Becker likes guns.” 

                “Is that the only thing you’ve picked up about him?”

                “He really likes guns.”  


                “No,” was all Matt could say. 

                “Ah! Right… so it was okay for you to fuck me, but not to tell me that you come from the future?  That’s great, Matt!” Becker gave him two thumbs up, though the gesture was anything but genuine.  “Really great!”

               “It’s not like that! Look…” Matt rested a hand on Becker’s shoulder but his tension and recoil made Matt scowl.  “I didn’t tell you but do you really think this has been easy for me?”

                “No! It can’t have been easy for anyone who had to live through that hell! But I thought you might have come to me about it, confided in me… I could have helped you!”

              “I realise that now! But when I came through the anomaly, I had to keep my distance from everyone I ever came into contact with. I trained for ten years, specifically for this mission, I was chosen because they thought I was the best, but they were wrong. I fucked up… okay? I made a mistake.” 

              “You fucked up?”  Becker asked the question, even though he already knew what Matt meant.  

              Becker tried to smile, but Matt could see how frustrated he was. He did understand, but the deceit combined with the turmoil of feelings inside of him was no doubt making things appear ten times worse than they actually were. Matt knew how conflicted Becker was, because he was feeling like that himself. 

               The feelings they had… even those ones they had for each other… was not something they tended to discuss.  Instead, they had their own ways of dealing with them:  snarky remarks, insults, avoidance, silence, beer and when those didn’t work… physical violence. 

                “Yeah. I did fuck up.” Matt scratched the back of his head and smiled.  “Twice.” 

                “Oh, and am I’m one of those fuck-ups?”  

                “You were the biggest I’ve ever made.” Matt tried to tease, but his joviality was lost on Becker.  Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to try and be making jokes. 

                 “Well….” Becker sighed and looked towards his front door. “At least I know where I stand and it’s exactly where I thought I was going to be.” 

                Becker walked over to the door and Matt watched, stunned beyond belief as he then opened it.

                “Thanks, Matt. Just let me know when you want me to help you out tomorrow, oh and cheers for the beer.” 

               “Cheers for the beer? Damnú air!”

                This wouldn’t do.

                Matt stormed over to the door and grabbed the edge of it. With all his strength he pulled the door sharply towards him and then just as quickly slammed it back into Becker. Matt shoved the door again into Becker’s arm before slamming it closed.

                Becker sagged against the wall, startled at first as he clutched at the arm which had been caught between the wall and the door. Then he was angry, very angry.

                Matt didn’t bother to try to avoid the swing. He let Becker’s fist crack to his face and he staggered back into the shelf behind him. The punch didn’t have Becker’s full strength behind it, but the impact was just right… it smarted, it hurt and made his head ring, it also made him smile. Every muscle in his body twitched with excitement, fluctuating with pleasure at the pain and then they seemed to demand more.  He wanted more.

                Becker gave it.

                With his forearm shoved against Matt’s chest, Becker pushed him against the shelf. The edge of the glass dug into Matt’s back just before a hand grabbed hold of his hair and yanked it back with a sharp tug.  Some of his hair ripped, leaving sore sensations prickling wonderfully over his scalp.

                “I know what you’re doing,” Becker’s mouth hissed next to Matt’s ear, his breath seethed hot and deep against his skin. “I’m not going to go along with it. I’m not going to let you do the sympathy with me. ”

                He was so close. Matt could feel Becker’s lips brush against his ear and… shit… it felt so good. Becker pushed him harder into the edge of the shelf and Matt gasped when he felt the rest of Becker shove into him as well.  This is what he wanted, Matt’s entire body was riled up for him, and as he angled his face into Becker’s neck, he breathed in his scent and groaned with need.

                This wasn’t sympathy. Certainly the growing strain and ache in Matt’s groin wasn’t feeling sympathetic.

                Matt pushed back against Becker, a purposely feeble attempt to get him going, to get Becker to do anything other than just hold him here. His arms reached out and coiled round Becker so his hands could grab hold of his arse. He tugged Becker into him, forcing him to feel the hardening he was feeling.

                In return, Becker gave Matt’s head another sharp tug and hearing him wince, Becker turned Matt around and forced him up against the wall with a hefty bang. Matt grinned as his shoulder blades smarted against the impact.

                “Stop it.” Becker hissed angrily, desperately, into Matt’s ear.

                “Make me.”

                Becker shoved him again which only made Matt laugh. He got a sharp kick to the back of his leg for that response and as he collapsed down to his knees, Matt could only grin even more. Becker was making this far too easy.

                He was itching for a fight. The need to release, to unleash everything he was, how he felt was raging inside of him. Matt could never explain why he felt like this around Becker, but he did know that it would be only Becker who could take him like this. No one could match him in a fight, and no one could spar with him and make Matt so damned hot. 

                “Come on… come on!”

TBC..





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darkhorse_99 From: darkhorse_99 Date: September 13th, 2011 07:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
Guh. Almost fight sex! I can really see Becker being *really* pissed that he was the last to know about Matt.
basched From: basched Date: September 13th, 2011 08:02 pm (UTC) (Link)

Almost fight!sex. :) Almost.

Glad you like. Thanks.
fififolle From: fififolle Date: September 13th, 2011 08:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
OMG! YAY!! Angry!shouting!boys. My very fave :D
This was fantastic.

“I’ll help you, but that’s mainly because I don’t trust Philip as far as I can throw Lester’s mammoth.”
Ha! Great line!!

Can't wait for more *g*
basched From: basched Date: September 14th, 2011 05:25 am (UTC) (Link)

Angry!shouting!boys XD Indeed. Thank you so much for reading it and I'm really glad you liked it. There will be more soon. I will be posting some more at the end of the day.

Thank you muchly!
fredbassett From: fredbassett Date: September 13th, 2011 09:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
LOL, these boys have a very original way of showing affection.
basched From: basched Date: September 14th, 2011 05:28 am (UTC) (Link)

That is how I always see Matt and Becker showing affection. They're not much on the lovey dovey stuff... :)

knitekat From: knitekat Date: September 13th, 2011 10:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Verrry nice, the boys certainly have a novel way to show they care ;)
basched From: basched Date: September 14th, 2011 05:31 am (UTC) (Link)

They do at that! :) It's how I love my Mecker. The guys still have to be their snarky bickering selves!

Glad you liked it. Thank you.
auntypam From: auntypam Date: September 14th, 2011 01:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Love the boys blowing off steam:)
basched From: basched Date: September 14th, 2011 05:32 am (UTC) (Link)

I do too! I love writing them like this because it feels canon. Shame that it isn't...but I can dream. :)

Love your icon btw! XD
lucifersphoenix From: lucifersphoenix Date: September 14th, 2011 04:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love you right now, I've been craving Matt/Becker fic for the last month and this was perfectly timed and perfectly written.
There's no question which pairing I'm rooting for, I'm still going to be waiting, not so patiently, for the next part :)
Great Job, Keep It Up!!!
basched From: basched Date: September 14th, 2011 10:53 pm (UTC) (Link)

Aw thanks very much!! :) I'm glad that I can help with that craving. You don't have to wait for the next part...I've just this second posted it. :)

Thanks once again for leaving a comment! So pleased you're liking it.
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: September 16th, 2011 09:44 am (UTC) (Link)
ooh, angry angsty about-to-be smut!

Hmmm... should I have read any of your earlier stuff before starting this one? Or are they pretty much stand alone?
basched From: basched Date: September 16th, 2011 10:35 pm (UTC) (Link)

Very soon to be smut! :)

I'm glad you liked it. I would recommend you read my others if you want to know how they got to this and what else has been happening in my primeval 'verse. You might want to start with spar. :)

Thank you so much.
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