#Becker primeval

[anxiousdino]

[justagirl-purplejellosg1]

I’m not not saying I have a type, because I think I have a type.

[late2000shistoricalreenactment]

✨️Happy spin jump Sunday everyone✨️

[witchofthemidlands]

i will admit posters like these make me laugh because can you imagine an anomaly opening in the middle of the arc & the entire squad deciding to take a group photo before dealing with whatever decides to emerge from the bunghole of time.

[neco117]

[spn-racer]

I just can't believe there aren't more people that ship them.

[cowboyink]

Ok, suddenly on the topic of primeval.

Becker looks like he smells heavenly, like I know that man smells amazing.

[felicitykings]

JESS & BECKER

PRIMEVAL (2007-2011) ↳ Series 5, Episode 4

[templetv]

captain becker: [points gun at danny] bang ! ˚｡⌖

[empress-of-snark]

most ardently

(a Primeval regency AU)

As Abby enters her third season out in society, she’s less certain than ever that she’ll find a husband, or even if she wants to. But when a mysterious new bachelor arrives in London by the name of Stephen Hart, she wonders if her search is finally over.

[oldfangirl81]

Omfg, I just remembered a rare ship I had in small fandom. Season 3 of Primeval introduced Captain Hillary Becker played by Ben Mansfield. I shipped him with everyone but mostly Connor Temple. And I swear there was an episode where Connor has to sit on his lap in a suv. There was this great LJ fic group that wrote about the special forces team that helped protect the geeks.

Captain Hillary Becker

That was him scaring the crap out of some jackass who had Connor's pet dino.

Connor Temple

[thetamehistorian]

I recently rediscovered the joy of Primeval and it's derailed all of my other writing plans so enjoy this snippet I guess!

Portsmouth, UK

Captain Hilary Becker had survived SAS selection, two tours of duty – which had included four miserable months in the Afghan desert with insurgents taking pot shots at him on the regular – and growing up as the only boy in a household with three older sisters.

That was to say that he categorically refused to let an overgrown prehistoric chicken become the reason his mother received a knock on the door from a sympathetic officer. With the butt of his EMD rifle nestled firmly in his shoulder he let off another burst and finally hit the sodding thing. It had been getting a little too close and bite-y for comfort for a moment there.

“Sitrep Captain?” Evan, his second and frequent bane of his life asked over the comms, presumably in the hopes that she could get off babysitting the scientist duty and have a piece of the action.

Becker didn’t so much nudge the stunned dinosaur back through the anomaly as shove it home with extreme prejudice. Look, what Abby didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. “Fan-fucking-tastic, Lieutenant.”

“SNAFU, copy that sir.”

Truer words have never been spoken.

Becker could hear the grin in Evan’s voice. There were days he was glad that Special Forces hadn’t recruited female officers back when he’d been in training. Evan was exactly the kind of feral that would have thrived in that environment, which probably explained how she’d ended up in his unit, thinking about it. It took a certain type of person to last at the ARC.

Becker tried not to contemplate what that must say about him.

Heaving himself up, EMD still trained on the anomaly, he held back at grunt as the scar tissue on his side twinged at the movement. “ETA on Temple?”

“Two minutes,” came the reply, echoed a second later by the man himself.

Finally, some good news. After the fiasco with the first, very broken, locking mechanism, and then the creature incursion, Becker could do with some haste.

“What are these little buggers anyway?” he asked, having set up in a better position to snipe any others that got ideas about coming through.

“Eoraptors,” Temple informed him, slightly out of breath. Over the sound of the comms, Becker could hear approaching footsteps. “Late Triassic.”

“Small, fast, lots of teeth, omnivores,” Matt added helpfully from somewhere halfway across the country.

Two anomalies opening at once wasn’t exactly common, but it wasn’t the first time it had happened during his time at the ARC. Becker hoped they were having more luck corralling the herd of peaceful giants back through their anomaly his team were with the overgrown chickens. Sorry – Eoraptors.

With a scuff of boots on the floor, Connor Temple burst into the room, set down the new locking mechanism and activated it with a speed that would have the instructors at Sandhurst grudgingly impressed. This time, blessedly, the anomaly behaved itself and shrunk down to a closed state. Connor let out a sigh of relief. Becker did too, but he was more subtle about it.

Then the mad genius that Becker had the misfortune to call his colleague looked at him, grinned in a mildly manic way that could have been either the result of too little sleep, or humour, or both, and said, “So, James, eh?”

Despite his attempt to hide it, Becker did not miss the way Connor’s eyes flicked down to the ID plate on his EMD, the one that matched the dog tags round his neck which clearly proclaimed him to be one Captain H J Becker.

He was well aware of the ongoing debate at the ARC regarding what those initials stood for and was just glad that Connor hadn’t overheard the first part of the conversation.

There was a reason he went by his surname, after all.

Banging his head against the wall, Becker looked up toward the ceiling of the powder magazine – grade II* listed Hils, Maddy has enthused upon their arrival, one of the best examples of a bastion trace fort in the country - and once again cursed the universe for opening an anomaly at his favourite sister’s place of work.

SNAFU - "Situation normal: all fucked up" or 'this sucks, but that's the normal state of affairs'.

[isharaneith]

Purple – Captain Hilary Becker

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[late2000shistoricalreenactment]

Hi, welcome to niche content.

Song: rapture (cover by: (the character) soldier boy) from the boys tv show

[witchofthemidlands]

Primeval || Series 3

[neco117]