Fic, Action and Reaction, Becker/Danny, 15
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fredbassettTitle : Action and Reaction
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Becker/Danny, Lester
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Warnings : Mention of rape.
Summary : Sequel to What Kept You? in which there is some comfort to accompany the hurt.
Danny stared with loathing at the man in the cell. After what the man had been responsible for, Wilder was lucky to be still alive. Danny wished he’d blown his head off, rather than that of one of the other rapists, but he’d had to make a split second decision and he’d gone for the man with the gun in his hands.
A gun that had almost certainly been used to fuck Danny’s lover.
Wilder had a lot to answer for, but Danny had been around the block often enough to know there was a high chance that Christine Johnson’s whole power play for the ARC would just end up being swept under the carpet with no further action being taken.
He slammed the door closed and turned the key in the lock, before slipping it into his pocket. “If they ask for anything, make sure they don’t get it,” he told the guard outside the door.
The man nodded. Danny had no idea if the soldier knew what had been done to his commanding officer and Danny wasn’t going to enlighten him but at least one of Wilder’s thugs had been mouthing off as he’d been dragged away, so the chances were that the news about Becker’s rape had already spread throughout the ARC.
Danny turned on his heel and headed back to the showers. The body of the man he’d killed had been removed and someone had hosed the mess of blood, brains, piss and other bodily fluids from the tiled floor. The sound of running water was loud in the silence of the room. It was obvious what Becker was still doing. Danny grabbed a ‘cleaning in progress, do not enter’ sign and slammed it down outside the door.
“Becker, it’s me.” Silence was all he got by way of reply. “OK, mate, coming, ready or not…”
Becker was standing in the communal shower, wreathed in steam as hot water poured down over his body. The cubicle smelt of citrus shampoo and it looked like Becker had used up most of the bottle. His hair was plastered to his head, a dark bruise already forming on one wet cheek. Danny grabbed a large towel out of Becker’s open locker.
“Becker.” Danny kept his voice low and even, not wanting to startle his friend, but he knew he needed to get Becker out of there. “Becker…” When Becker didn’t respond, Danny reached past him and turned off the water, before wrapping the towel around him and pulling him into a loose hug. “Come on, Becks, we need to get you checked over by a medic.”
“No way.” Becker’s voice held a note of finality that Danny was all too familiar with.
“Becker, you’ve been…”
Becker sighed. “Yes, Quinn, I know, I was there.” He pulled back slightly from Danny’s embrace and looked him in the eyes. “I’ve been raped. I was fucked with a gun. I do not want someone’s fingers up my arse as well. There’s not much blood. I’ve not been torn. I’ll be fine.” The short, staccato sentences were ground out between gritted teeth.
Danny drew Becker gently out of the shower area. “Let me be the judge of that, soldier boy. Come on, let’s get you dried and dressed.”
“Quinn, I am not a kid.” Becker drew in a deep, shaky breath and added, almost by rote, “And don’t call me soldier boy.” The words had been undeniably half-hearted, but Danny was still immeasurably pleased to hear that familiar refrain.
“I know you’re not a kid. You’re my stubborn bastard of a boyfriend, that’s what you are. But you’re also in pain and almost certainly in shock.” Danny hesitated for a moment and then let his guard drop. “Becker, I saw you on your knees with some sod’s cock up your arse. They all had their dicks out. It didn’t take a genius to work out what had been going on. So humour me. You might be all right, but I’m fucking well not. OK?”
Becker rested his damp forehead on Danny’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to see that.”
Danny wrapped his arms tightly around Becker and was relieved when the soldier allowed himself to be held. “Becker, don’t you ever fucking apologise for what happened. It wasn’t your fucking fault.”
It was Becker’s turn to sigh. “Danny, I know it wasn’t. I’m not stupid. I was outnumbered and out-gunned. And contrary to what the rest of the team might think, I’m not actually fucking suicidal. I know I had no choice other than to let them get on with it if I wanted to stay alive.”
The silence stretched between them, as taut as a high-wire and Danny wondered how he would ever breach the gulf that was in danger of opening up between them.
Deciding against words, he simply pressed a kiss onto Becker’s wet hair. He’d dealt with rape victims in his time as a copper and had seen a variety of reactions, including women – and men – as calm and matter-of-fact as Becker appeared to be, but he could also feel the shivers running through Becker’s body. He wanted his lover out of the ARC and back at their flat before the inevitable storm broke.
Moving slowly and carefully, Becker pulled on some underwear, socks and a pair of loose-fitting black cargo trousers, a black teeshirt and a large fleecy, red-checked shirt that Danny had long-since learned was Becker’s equivalent of a comfort blanket. Becker dropped his boots onto the floor and slipped his feet into them but bending down to tie the laces was clearly another matter entirely. Danny quickly went to his knees and dealt with that before Becker had time to protest.
“I need to talk to my men,” Becker said, leaning against his locker for support.
“The ARC is back under our control, Becker, your men can manage without you. Come on, mate, you look like death warmed up. If you won’t go to the infirmary, at least let me take you home. Please…”
“Being seen by a medic is not an optional extra in your life, Captain,” a voice from the doorway said quietly.
Danny swung around to see Lester regarding both of them with a studiously neutral expression, but he knew the man well enough by now to detect the compassion in his eyes.
Becker opened his mouth to protest, but Lester waved him into silence. “Humour me, Becker. I want to make sure that Wilder and his men get what they deserve.”
“And Christine Johnson?” Danny demanded.
“Oh yes,” Lester said emphatically. “She’s gone too far this time and I intend to take her down, you can rest assured of that. One of her men was caught on the security cameras shooting his mouth off about where their orders came from. It appears Ms Johnson felt she had a score to settle with you, Becker, but fortunately she doesn’t seem to inspire much loyalty in the men under her command. One of them was sufficiently disgusted by what he heard that he is prepared to testify against her. He wasn’t involved in the attack, but he was present when she gave the orders. It’ll be enough to make sure she’s in no position to trouble us again. Now the sooner you report to the infirmary, the sooner you can go home.”
Danny expected more protests from Becker, but to his surprise, his lover just nodded, his face now chalk-white. The corridors were deserted as they made their way through the ARC. Lester watched for long enough to be sure of where they were heading and as Danny glanced back over his shoulder he saw their imperturbable boss give a tight-lipped nod before he went off to deal with the political fall-out from Christine Johnson’s actions.
The first sight that greeted them as they entered the medical bay was a body bag containing the remains of the man Danny had shot. Danny watched as Becker cast a dispassionate glance in that direct and then steeled himself for what was to come. The duty medic clearly knew what he was going to be dealing with and gestured for Becker to follow him into the small examination room. Danny hung back, but Becker cast him a look that was almost pleading and Danny felt his stomach do an uncomfortable back-flip. He’d never seen Becker look so vulnerable.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the medic said gesturing to the couch. “I’ll need to check you over and take some swabs.”
The man kept what he needed to do to a minimum, but Danny knew from past experience that there was no way of conducting an intimate examination of that type – or gathering the necessary evidence – without further intrusion. Becker might have scrubbed his hair and skin clean, but enough of the bastards had left their DNA in him in ways that wouldn’t have succumbed to the soldier’s best efforts in the shower.
“There’s no external tearing, sir,” the medic confirmed, after he’d done what had to be done. “But there is extensive internal and external bruising and almost certainly some internal lacerations.” He pulled on a new set of gloves and applied some cream to Becker’s arse that made the soldier wince and bite his lip, even though Danny could see the medic was being as gentle as possible. Once that was over, the medic pulled off the gloves and said, “That’s all, sir. I’ll get you some pain killers and anti-inflammatories.”
The man discreetly left them alone while Becker got dressed again and this time Danny could see that his hands were shaking. Danny said nothing, but went to his knees again to re-tie Becker boots. As they left the infirmary, Becker kept his hands firmly jammed into his pockets and it was Danny who accepted the foil packets of pills.
The drive home was accomplished in silence. Becker had already dry-swallowed the first dose of pills, ignoring the water bottle Danny had proffered, and then had settled himself down in the front seat in obvious discomfort.
Once back at the flat, Becker stood in the hallway, looking around him as though unsure what to do next. Danny pulled him into another gentle hug. Every muscle in Becker’s body radiated tension and Danny felt his own heart clench in sympathy.
“We’ll get through this,” he murmured.
But as he led Becker through into the warmth of the kitchen Danny couldn’t help wondering for whose benefit those words had been spoken.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Becker/Danny, Lester
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Warnings : Mention of rape.
Summary : Sequel to What Kept You? in which there is some comfort to accompany the hurt.
Danny stared with loathing at the man in the cell. After what the man had been responsible for, Wilder was lucky to be still alive. Danny wished he’d blown his head off, rather than that of one of the other rapists, but he’d had to make a split second decision and he’d gone for the man with the gun in his hands.
A gun that had almost certainly been used to fuck Danny’s lover.
Wilder had a lot to answer for, but Danny had been around the block often enough to know there was a high chance that Christine Johnson’s whole power play for the ARC would just end up being swept under the carpet with no further action being taken.
He slammed the door closed and turned the key in the lock, before slipping it into his pocket. “If they ask for anything, make sure they don’t get it,” he told the guard outside the door.
The man nodded. Danny had no idea if the soldier knew what had been done to his commanding officer and Danny wasn’t going to enlighten him but at least one of Wilder’s thugs had been mouthing off as he’d been dragged away, so the chances were that the news about Becker’s rape had already spread throughout the ARC.
Danny turned on his heel and headed back to the showers. The body of the man he’d killed had been removed and someone had hosed the mess of blood, brains, piss and other bodily fluids from the tiled floor. The sound of running water was loud in the silence of the room. It was obvious what Becker was still doing. Danny grabbed a ‘cleaning in progress, do not enter’ sign and slammed it down outside the door.
“Becker, it’s me.” Silence was all he got by way of reply. “OK, mate, coming, ready or not…”
Becker was standing in the communal shower, wreathed in steam as hot water poured down over his body. The cubicle smelt of citrus shampoo and it looked like Becker had used up most of the bottle. His hair was plastered to his head, a dark bruise already forming on one wet cheek. Danny grabbed a large towel out of Becker’s open locker.
“Becker.” Danny kept his voice low and even, not wanting to startle his friend, but he knew he needed to get Becker out of there. “Becker…” When Becker didn’t respond, Danny reached past him and turned off the water, before wrapping the towel around him and pulling him into a loose hug. “Come on, Becks, we need to get you checked over by a medic.”
“No way.” Becker’s voice held a note of finality that Danny was all too familiar with.
“Becker, you’ve been…”
Becker sighed. “Yes, Quinn, I know, I was there.” He pulled back slightly from Danny’s embrace and looked him in the eyes. “I’ve been raped. I was fucked with a gun. I do not want someone’s fingers up my arse as well. There’s not much blood. I’ve not been torn. I’ll be fine.” The short, staccato sentences were ground out between gritted teeth.
Danny drew Becker gently out of the shower area. “Let me be the judge of that, soldier boy. Come on, let’s get you dried and dressed.”
“Quinn, I am not a kid.” Becker drew in a deep, shaky breath and added, almost by rote, “And don’t call me soldier boy.” The words had been undeniably half-hearted, but Danny was still immeasurably pleased to hear that familiar refrain.
“I know you’re not a kid. You’re my stubborn bastard of a boyfriend, that’s what you are. But you’re also in pain and almost certainly in shock.” Danny hesitated for a moment and then let his guard drop. “Becker, I saw you on your knees with some sod’s cock up your arse. They all had their dicks out. It didn’t take a genius to work out what had been going on. So humour me. You might be all right, but I’m fucking well not. OK?”
Becker rested his damp forehead on Danny’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to see that.”
Danny wrapped his arms tightly around Becker and was relieved when the soldier allowed himself to be held. “Becker, don’t you ever fucking apologise for what happened. It wasn’t your fucking fault.”
It was Becker’s turn to sigh. “Danny, I know it wasn’t. I’m not stupid. I was outnumbered and out-gunned. And contrary to what the rest of the team might think, I’m not actually fucking suicidal. I know I had no choice other than to let them get on with it if I wanted to stay alive.”
The silence stretched between them, as taut as a high-wire and Danny wondered how he would ever breach the gulf that was in danger of opening up between them.
Deciding against words, he simply pressed a kiss onto Becker’s wet hair. He’d dealt with rape victims in his time as a copper and had seen a variety of reactions, including women – and men – as calm and matter-of-fact as Becker appeared to be, but he could also feel the shivers running through Becker’s body. He wanted his lover out of the ARC and back at their flat before the inevitable storm broke.
Moving slowly and carefully, Becker pulled on some underwear, socks and a pair of loose-fitting black cargo trousers, a black teeshirt and a large fleecy, red-checked shirt that Danny had long-since learned was Becker’s equivalent of a comfort blanket. Becker dropped his boots onto the floor and slipped his feet into them but bending down to tie the laces was clearly another matter entirely. Danny quickly went to his knees and dealt with that before Becker had time to protest.
“I need to talk to my men,” Becker said, leaning against his locker for support.
“The ARC is back under our control, Becker, your men can manage without you. Come on, mate, you look like death warmed up. If you won’t go to the infirmary, at least let me take you home. Please…”
“Being seen by a medic is not an optional extra in your life, Captain,” a voice from the doorway said quietly.
Danny swung around to see Lester regarding both of them with a studiously neutral expression, but he knew the man well enough by now to detect the compassion in his eyes.
Becker opened his mouth to protest, but Lester waved him into silence. “Humour me, Becker. I want to make sure that Wilder and his men get what they deserve.”
“And Christine Johnson?” Danny demanded.
“Oh yes,” Lester said emphatically. “She’s gone too far this time and I intend to take her down, you can rest assured of that. One of her men was caught on the security cameras shooting his mouth off about where their orders came from. It appears Ms Johnson felt she had a score to settle with you, Becker, but fortunately she doesn’t seem to inspire much loyalty in the men under her command. One of them was sufficiently disgusted by what he heard that he is prepared to testify against her. He wasn’t involved in the attack, but he was present when she gave the orders. It’ll be enough to make sure she’s in no position to trouble us again. Now the sooner you report to the infirmary, the sooner you can go home.”
Danny expected more protests from Becker, but to his surprise, his lover just nodded, his face now chalk-white. The corridors were deserted as they made their way through the ARC. Lester watched for long enough to be sure of where they were heading and as Danny glanced back over his shoulder he saw their imperturbable boss give a tight-lipped nod before he went off to deal with the political fall-out from Christine Johnson’s actions.
The first sight that greeted them as they entered the medical bay was a body bag containing the remains of the man Danny had shot. Danny watched as Becker cast a dispassionate glance in that direct and then steeled himself for what was to come. The duty medic clearly knew what he was going to be dealing with and gestured for Becker to follow him into the small examination room. Danny hung back, but Becker cast him a look that was almost pleading and Danny felt his stomach do an uncomfortable back-flip. He’d never seen Becker look so vulnerable.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the medic said gesturing to the couch. “I’ll need to check you over and take some swabs.”
The man kept what he needed to do to a minimum, but Danny knew from past experience that there was no way of conducting an intimate examination of that type – or gathering the necessary evidence – without further intrusion. Becker might have scrubbed his hair and skin clean, but enough of the bastards had left their DNA in him in ways that wouldn’t have succumbed to the soldier’s best efforts in the shower.
“There’s no external tearing, sir,” the medic confirmed, after he’d done what had to be done. “But there is extensive internal and external bruising and almost certainly some internal lacerations.” He pulled on a new set of gloves and applied some cream to Becker’s arse that made the soldier wince and bite his lip, even though Danny could see the medic was being as gentle as possible. Once that was over, the medic pulled off the gloves and said, “That’s all, sir. I’ll get you some pain killers and anti-inflammatories.”
The man discreetly left them alone while Becker got dressed again and this time Danny could see that his hands were shaking. Danny said nothing, but went to his knees again to re-tie Becker boots. As they left the infirmary, Becker kept his hands firmly jammed into his pockets and it was Danny who accepted the foil packets of pills.
The drive home was accomplished in silence. Becker had already dry-swallowed the first dose of pills, ignoring the water bottle Danny had proffered, and then had settled himself down in the front seat in obvious discomfort.
Once back at the flat, Becker stood in the hallway, looking around him as though unsure what to do next. Danny pulled him into another gentle hug. Every muscle in Becker’s body radiated tension and Danny felt his own heart clench in sympathy.
“We’ll get through this,” he murmured.
But as he led Becker through into the warmth of the kitchen Danny couldn’t help wondering for whose benefit those words had been spoken.
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Date: 2011-11-02 07:36 pm (UTC)*squishes them both*
Those bastards really all needed to get shot in the head... doesn't someone have a handy contact who could arrange an accident for the rest of them?!
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-02 07:44 pm (UTC)Fabulous story - and I'm eager for more.
This is my favourite line I think: "Danny wished he’d blown his head off, rather than that of one of the other rapists, but he’d had to make a split second decision and he’d gone for the man with the gun in his hands."
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-02 08:06 pm (UTC)*snuggles them both*
Great line about Becker's flannel shirt being a security blanket!
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-02 08:14 pm (UTC)*whispers* Is there going to be more of this?
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Date: 2011-11-02 08:14 pm (UTC)Poor Becker ...
Danny and Lester are really very awesome in this.
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Date: 2011-11-02 08:33 pm (UTC)Oh poor Becker and Danny. Danny was fab though and good for Lester stepping in.
*wibbles a bit more*
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Date: 2011-11-02 11:37 pm (UTC)Woobie!Becker is my favorite. Also awesome quietly caring Lester. I love!
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Date: 2011-11-03 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-03 01:31 am (UTC)Great fiction!
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Date: 2011-11-03 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-03 09:31 am (UTC)*hugs Becker and Danny*
More Please
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Date: 2011-11-03 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-03 10:47 pm (UTC)So glad he's got Danny to look after him though.
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Date: 2011-11-06 10:14 pm (UTC)Lovely hurt/comfort, poor broken Becker. And poor Danny, trying to deal iwth the aftermath.
(Sorry it's taken so long to comment. I've been out pretty much every night this week, and I knew there were several fics I needed to go back and read, today was just the first opportunity I had to do so!)
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Date: 2012-01-08 08:43 am (UTC)Also, hello, again! I haven't been around in awhile and so I'm saying hello.
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Date: 2012-01-08 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-05 06:11 am (UTC)My heart. I think you might have broken it.
*sniffles*
Will you be doing more in the series? I would definitely be interesting in something to carry on from here. Nicely done really, I am just sitting here, shivering. Yikes!
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Date: 2012-03-05 10:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-07 09:27 pm (UTC)Am I a very bad person to say I wouldn’t mind more of this? 🤭
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Date: 2018-12-07 09:30 pm (UTC)