Disclaimer: Primeval does not belong to me, this is fan fiction, not for profit.
6.5 It Just Had To Be Said
Connor was pacing, again.
Jess could hear him going back and forth in his lab from her chair at the anomaly detector. This had been going on for days. She wondered what was bothering him.
The sound of boots alerted her to Becker's return. The anomaly call had been quite close by, so he and his men had managed to get over to the park, lock it quickly and deter anyone foolish enough to attempt to go touring in the Jurassic.
While his men continued on down the hallway to the cafeteria, Becker paused by the console. He greeted her with that special smile he saved just for her. She looked up into his eyes, and felt as if she would just melt. She started to say something, but was interrupted by a loud crash. The sound came from Connor's lab.
Both Jess and Becker turned their heads to look in the direction of the noise.
"What's going on?" asked Becker quietly.
Jess gave a little shrug, "Don't know," she admitted. "He's been pacing it that lab of his for days now."
"Hmmm," Becker responded, "You don't think he could be having second thoughts do you?"
Jess looked at him in horror, "No," she said emphatically. "You're to be his best man on Saturday" she continued. "He'd have told you if he was having any…second thoughts." She shuddered.
A second crash, louder than the first, echoed from the room, followed by something that sounded like Connor's voice, "Ow…ow…ow…"
"Maybe you ought to go check on him," Jess whispered.
It was Becker's turn to look horrified. But, Jess had asked him to help, so… he straightened up, gave a quick shrug of his shoulders and marched into Connor's lab. There he saw the waste basket tipped over, books scattered everywhere, and his best friend sitting on the floor holding one hand with the other.
"Connor," he asked slowly, "you all right mate?"
His friend looked up at him, distress evident in the expression on his face.
"I tripped," Connor replied, as if that wasn't obvious already. "Pacing and knocked into the bin…it rolled, and spilled… I tried to pick everything up and then I backed into…"
"The bookcase," finished Becker.
"Yeah," sighed Connor.
"What's bothering you Connor," asked Becker.
"The wedding… it's this Saturday…" Connor's voice trailed off, leaving Becker to ask a question that he dreaded.
"It's not… uhh… you're not … having second thoughts are you?"
"No," Connor replied with a shocked look on his face.
"It's just… Jack," he continued.
Jack, thought Becker, remembering Abby's younger brother with distaste. When Abby and Connor had been trapped in the Cretaceous, he had had the unfortunate task of having to escort Jack out of the ARC… he had been demanding to see his sister and when realizing she was lost started threatening to sue. Becker didn't like the selfish and irresponsible young man, but tried to hide it for Abby's sake. Thankfully, he didn't see Jack often.
"What's he done this time?" Becker asked.
"It's not what he's done, but what he hasn't done," mumbled Connor as he got up off the floor.
"What do you mean by that?"
"He's here… in London, and Abby knows it… she invited him to the wedding," Connor said sadly, "she wants him there, but he said he had other things to do…"
Connor continued, "It's not like he's off some where that she can't find him, he's here… I've tried talking to him several times, but…"
Becker frowned at the idea that some one would deliberately be so rude and uncaring to Abby or Connor, but… this was Jack he thought.
"Jack's a prat," said Becker. It was obvious, but still it just had to be said.
"Tell me something I don't know," sighed his friend.
"Connor," asked Becker "how do I find him? Where's he staying?"
Connor looked up hopefully, "You'll talk to him?"
"Connor," said Becker, "I'm your best man, supposed to help you out at your wedding. I'll make sure Jack's there. On time, dressed for the occasion and," he glowered, "on his best behavior."
Jack was a prat…but still his sister wanted him at her wedding, and so he'd be there.
Becker was going to make sure of it.