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Hero Worship pt 2

Fandom   - Primeval / Robin Hood (BBC)
Pairing     - Connor / Becker

Summary - When an anomaly leaves them stranded, Connor and becker find themselves as guests of Robin Hood.
 

Hero Worship

 

Chapter 2

 

Across the circle, Kate was observing their guests. “Have they spoken of how they came to be in the forest?” she asked. “Or where they are from?”

 

Robin shook his head. “No. Connor said that I would not believe him if he told me.”

 

Kate smiled thoughtfully. “I must admit that Becker is very handsome,” she mused.

 

“Sorry, Kate,” Robin chuckled. “He appears to be spoken for.”

 

At her questioning look, he pointed, just in time to see Connor touch his palm to Becker’s cheek before kissing him on the mouth. Kate glanced to Robin, raising her eyebrow as if to ask, really? He nodded.

 

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Connor glanced over and then back to Becker. “I think you have an admirer,” he observed, noting the faint blush in the man’s cheeks. “Does this mean I’m going to have to fight for you?”

 

“Are you sure that would be such a good idea? I mean, I’ve seen you fight…”

 

He earned himself a scowl.

 

“Well, if that’s the way you feel about it then fine, she can have you!”

 

“Aww, come on, Conn.” He tried to keep the amusement off his face as Connor pouted. He could see that Connor wasn’t really annoyed but he was going to pay for the jibe at his fighting skills. “Like she- or anyone- could ever replace you.”

 

Connor smiled happily. “Glad to hear it.”

 

Before he could say any more, the gate to the camp swung open and a giant of a man came through. Connor guessed he had to stand at about six feet six, towering over the rest of them, his shaggy hair making him appear wild. He sat down as soon as the gate was safely closed behind him. Only then did he notice that they had company.

 

“Who are they?”

 

“Friends,” Robin told him, introducing them both. “Connor, Becker, this is Little John.” He turned back to the new arrival. “John, where is Tuck?”

 

“He stayed behind in Locksley,” John said. “When I left, he was regaling the young ones with fantastic stories.”

 

Robin smiled, mentioning that they would join him a little later.

 

“Things have calmed down of late,” he told their guests, “and so we help out in the villages where we can, even if it is just keeping the children occupied whilst their parents work.”

 

“D’you think we could come with you?” Connor asked, getting to his feet. “I’d love to see some more of this place, wouldn’t you?” he asked Becker.

 

“Well, we did come through to investigate,” he agreed. “I need somewhere safe to leave this, however.” He removed the gun from over his shoulder and released the magazine from the breech, slipping it into his pocket. “It’s dangerous; I need to know that no one will fool around with it,” he added with a pointed glance at the outlaws.

 

Leaving the gun behind was a matter of preserving the timeline. From what Connor knew of the legends, Robin Hood’s time was somewhere between 1100 and 1300. He knew that the first firearms came into use somewhere around the 1300’s but even if these people had seen or used guns, the machine gun would seriously disrupt the timelines if it got into the wrong hands or was used too much. Earlier it had been essential but they had to avoid any more exposure.

 

Robin nodded. “I may not be clear on how, but I saw the damage it inflicted when you directed it at the sheriff’s men earlier. I can assure you that it will be well concealed and that no one here will touch it.”

 

When the gun had been stashed, each of the outlaws collected weapons; knives, swords and bows and arrows were secured about their persons. It seemed a little overboard just to visit a village but, as with the ARC, they knew that a calm situation could turn to craziness at a moment’s notice. It was better to be prepared than surprised.

 

Emerging from the camp, keeping lookout for intruders, Robin showed them the path to the village. As the others made their way ahead, Robin fell into step with Connor and Becker.

 

“I know that you avoided the question earlier,” he said, “but I am still curious as to where you came from. You behave as though you have never seen anything of this country before yet you look to be English. You speak my language.” He smiled. “Well, most of the time. Some of the things you say have me confused, I must admit.”

 

Connor could see the curiosity in the man’s eyes, the desire to have an answer to a mystery. He didn’t see how it could affect the timelines and so he made a decision.

 

“OK, but I don’t know if you’ll believe it,” he said. “We’re from- What year is this, anyway? I should have asked that earlier.”

 

“The year of our lord 1191.”

 

“In that case,” Connor told him, “about 818 years into your future.”

 

Robin just stared at him in disbelief for a long moment.

 

“It’s true,” Connor continued. “There are these things called anomalies, kind of like gateways in time. We came though one but it closed behind us, trapping us, just before we ran into you.”

 

It took Robin a while to process what he had heard and then he said, “I should be calling you insane for such a tale but there are so many things that do not make sense about you two.” He studied Connor. “I see no hint of mockery in your face as you speak.”

 

Becker offered him a sympathetic smile. “I know how this must sound to you but I assure you, we are telling the truth.”

 

“So, if you are from the future, tell me about your world. Is it so very different to here?” Robin asked. He laughed softly and shook his head. “I cannot believe that we are talking about this.”

 

By the time they reached the village, Robin was laughing as Connor told him about Sid and Nancy, the two Diictodons that had got left behind after an anomaly from the Permian era.

 

“They’re really sweet,” Connor enthused.

 

“Try telling that to Abby next time they eat one of her books,” Becker interjected. He had been at the flat during that particular incident; Abby had not been happy.

 

Connor frowned. “They don’t eat things that often.”

 

They rounded the corner into the village and Connor looked around. It was not what he had expected; Connor’s imagination had already formulated an idea of what a twelfth century village would look like. He was pleasantly surprised.

 

The village was centred on a dirt-floored square, a well at the centre. To the east was a church, built from wood with a high spire. Around the outskirts of the square stood shops and buildings and, further back, the villagers’ houses. They were straw-roofed with what wooden walls, with a mud and straw mix plastered over the exterior. There were pens with chickens and goats in them near the buildings.

 

“Come with me,” Robin told them. “I can show you around.”

 

He led them between the buildings, greeting people he knew as he explained the various activities and chores that the people were carrying out. Connor knew that he was gawking like a tourist which was, essentially, what he and Becker were. It seemed that Robin believed their tale of where they had come from or at least that this world was completely alien to them. He talked of day to day life and how the villagers farmed the land around the village.

 

When they eventually reached the square again, Robin called to a dark-skinned man who was supervising a group of children as they played.

 

“Connor, Becker, I would like you to meet Tuck.”

 

“Friar Tuck?” Connor asked, thinking of the stories he had read.

 

“No, just Tuck. My time being referred to as Friar came to an end many years ago,” he told them.

 

The man shook their hands warmly, with none of the suspicion of Kate and Much when Robin had taken them to the camp.

 

“Connor and Becker are travellers,” Robin told him. “They helped me out with a few of the sheriff’s men in the forest.”

 

Tuck studied them, a faint frown forming. He glanced at Robin curiously and then back to the strangers.

 

“I have seen many countries and peoples but there is something about you two that is,” he thought for a moment, searching for the correct word, “strange. You do not belong here.”

 

Robin smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. “Tuck, my friend, you have no idea of how correct you are.”

 

By the time darkness fell, they were back in the outlaws’ camp. It had been interesting     talking with the villagers; it was like history lessons at school, only interesting, Connor thought. Robin had persuaded him to tell the children that Tuck was taking care of a story, laughing along with them.

 

“I was expecting their lives to be full of fighting and, you know, like the stories and movies that have been made about Robin Hood,” Connor told Becker later.

 

Becker nodded, having been thinking the same thing himself. He was grateful in a way; if he and Connor were going to be stranded here for a while, he would rather life be peaceful and not filled with days of dodging arrows. Robin and the others had been good to them, insisting that they stay at the camp that night, feeding them and making them feel welcome. Here, they had relative safety since the camp was disguised giving them the opportunity to get some sleep. Not knowing what tomorrow would bring, being well-rested would be a good idea.

 

He bedded down, feeling the chill of sleeping outdoors. Pulling Connor closer toward him, he dragged the blanket over both of them.

 

“What if we really are stuck here?” Connor asked quietly, looking him in the eye.

 

“Then we deal with it,” Becker said. “You aren’t on your own, Conn.”

 

Connor smiled. “I know.” He leaned down for a kiss. “I love you.”

 

“’Love you too, Connor. Now get some sleep.”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

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Robin stood watching them as Much and Alan made breakfast. The two men were still asleep, Connor curled around Becker with his face buried against Becker’s neck. What was odd, however, was the strange sound that seemed to be coming from the small black box that lay next to them. He leaned over and shook Connor gently by the shoulder.

 

“Whassup?”

 

Robin smiled at the dazed look on the young man’s face, his hair sticking out and a crease down his cheek from where he had been asleep on Becker’s jacket collar.

 

“I apologise for waking you but that object you carry is making a peculiar sound.”

 

Suddenly, Connor was awake. He grabbed the anomaly detector and examined the display before grinning widely.

 

He woke Becker, quickly filling him in as he got up. “We’ve got to go soon,” he said to Becker. “I don’t know how long the anomaly will stay open for and this might be the last time it appears.”

 

Becker nodded, seeing the look of confusion on Robin’s face. “You remember the gateways we told you about? Well it just opened again. If we don’t get to it now, we could be stuck here forever.”

 

The others had now given up any pretence of keeping out of the conversation and were listening. Unlike Robin, however, they did not know how their visitors had got here.

 

“Come with us,” Connor told them as Becker retrieved his gun. They couldn’t risk it remaining here, in a time hundreds of years before it was meant to exist.

 

Robin frowned. “To your time?”

 

“No. We can’t take you through because we don’t know if you’d be able to get back again,” Connor said. “We can show you the anomaly, though.”

 

Less than ten minutes later, the outlaws and Connor and Becker were heading back to the glade where the anomaly had first opened. Alan was the first to reach the clearing, coming to a stop so suddenly that Kate ran into the back of him.

 

“What are you doing?” she demanded, stepping around him. “Oh.”

 

The sound of guns being cocked made Connor push past the two outlaws, placing himself in front of them. Becker moved to stand beside him.

 

“No. Stop. They’re friends.”

 

As the soldiers reluctantly lowered their weapons, Abby ran past them to envelope Connor in a tight hug.

 

“I was so worried when the anomaly closed,” she told him. She released him and paused for a moment before hugging Becker as well.

 

Danny stepped forward as well, the relieved look on his face telling them that Abby wasn’t the only one who had been concerned.

 

“Good to have you back,” he said.

 

He glanced at the outlaws, standing behind Connor and Becker, alternating their confused stares between the heavily armed soldiers and the glittering anomaly that hung in the air.

 

Connor introduced the two groups to each other. He could see Robin’s eyes flick over Abby’s clothing and he knew it must look odd to them. The black leggings and tiny tartan skirt, boots, and the fitted t-shirt she had on were unlike anything the women in this time wore. He stepped forward, smiling as he took her hand and raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to it.

 

“My lady.”

 

Abby’s eyes shone with interest. “Oh, I like you.”

 

Connor turned back to the outlaws. “We have to go,” he said, somewhat reluctantly.

 

“You are welcome here should you ever return,” Robin told them both, shaking Connor’s then Becker’s hands. He stood back and watched in surprise as they walked through the anomaly, hearing the gasp of surprise from Kate as they did so.

 

“Goodbye, and thank you,” Connor told them, Becker echoing the sentiment. Taking Becker’s hand, they stepped back into their own world, the anomaly slowly shrinking behind them until it closed completely.

 

End. 

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