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silensy. I mentioned Becker and ponies and writing fic, she got excited, threw in Rex, and well... This is what we got. I couldn't manage to get Becker on the ponies, but who knows. There may be more later...

524 words, Becker and Connor, Primeval (totally gen). Pre end of Season 3.

Of all the places that Connor expected to have an anomaly open, inside Abby and his apartment wasn't one of them. He expected ponies to come running out of it even less. Already they were making a mess of things, stampeding around the small space.

He was sure of one thing. His fault or not, Abby was going to kill him.

Becker had been the first person he'd called, scrambling up the stairs to his loft bedroom, and hopefully to a place the horses wouldn't follow. He was sure that the detector had gone off, but he needed the help now and hopefully Becker would be able to help him minimize the damage. Assuming there was anything left. The way it was going now, Connor worried.

"Stop it," Connor leaned over the rail of the loft, hoping that he could stop the ponies - parahippus if he was right, sort of more a pre-modern horse - just by shouting at them. It wasn't working very well. In fact, it wasn't working at all.

The crash of furniture being knocked over and the sound of Rex chittering in his ear meant he almost missed the sound of booted feet tromping up the stairs. What he didn't miss was the fact that one of the ponies almost ran straight into Becker the second he emerged into view. The creature reared, hooves in the air, and Connor watched Becker duck into the room, gun in his hands.

"Don't shoot it!" Connor waved his arms at Becker, Rex sensing distress and swooping down around the military man. He chittered at Becker, and Connor was relieved to see that Becker had put up his gun.

"Why-" Becker was backing toward the kitchen, away from the panicked animals and the prehistoric lizard flying frantically around his head. He swatted at Rex, and tried again. "Why do you have ponies in your apartment, and what exactly am I supposed to do about it?"

"Well-" Connor winced as he edged down the stairs and slowly toward Becker. "They're actually parahippus and not ponies? And help me get them back to the ARC, I think. The anomaly closed."

"What part of my job says 'pony wrangler' to you, Connor?" Becker asked, watching the poni-parahippuses closely. They were calming it seemed, having knocked over a bowl of fruit in their panic. It seemed they enjoyed apples as much as modern horses did.

"The part where you're supposed to keep us safe?" Connor tried for an innocent smile as Res darted closer to the creatures, wanting some apple for himself. That set them off again and he winced. "Only, more from Abby than the horses this time."

"If you're having issues with your girlfriend-"

"She's not my- Why, do you think she fancies me?" Connor was easily distracted, especially when it came to Abby.

"Never mind Connor," Becker sighed, exasperated, fixing the safety on his rifle and slinging it over his shoulder. There were many things he could say about this job, but that it got boring? Never. "The rest of the team should be here soon. Let's get them rounded up, before they do."