Pairing: Becker / Danny
Word Count: 420
Summary: For Isamazed’s primeval denial fandom stocking, using the prompt “I don’t hate him, I just don’t exactly like him” (well part of it, at least…)
Becker sighed as Danny once again blatantly ignored his instructions, running headfirst into a situation that could have been avoided had he just bloody listened.
“You worry too much! We’re all fine, the thingy-a-saurus is back where it belongs, so what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that you’re reckless! I’m trying to keep this lot,” Becker told him with a vague nod at the rest of the team standing nearby, “and you seem determined to cause as much chaos as possible!”
As they began their usual argument, Abby signalled for Connor to get into her car and left them to it.
“Why do you hate Danny so much?” Abby demanded as she and Connor managed to corner Becker in the control room later that afternoon.
“I don’t hate him,” Becker protested. “I never said that!”
“Could have fooled me. He’s only been here for a few months and you’ve been fighting him every step of the way.”
Becker frowned. “No, he’s been fighting me.”
Abby rolled her eyes. “Whatever. The two of you are very similar and I think you could be really good mates if you’d just give him a chance.”
“I have- You know what? I don’t have time for this,” Becker told her, ignoring her protests and making for the exit before she could stop him.
Making his escape, Becker made his way toward the armoury, absently listing his afternoons’ workload. So he didn’t register that he wasn’t alone until an arm reached out of a doorway, hand grabbing the front of his tshirt and yanking him into the empty office. Where he was backed against the wall in and thoroughly kissed.
“You bloody idiot, hasn’t anyone ever told you not to sneak up on people?”
Danny grinned. “You saying you’d rather I hadn’t?”
“I didn’t say that,” Becker replied quickly, relaxing against the wall as Danny leaned in closer again. “But wouldn’t it just be easier if we weren’t sneaking around? We could just tell them.”
“Nah, this is way more fun.”
“But I’m the one they keep staging interventions for,” Becker pointed out.
Danny laughed. “I saw. Sorry about that.”
“Not sorry enough to stop contradicting me, though, right?”
“Correct. Besides, its fun arguing with you.”
Becker just stared at him for a moment. “You’re weird.”
Danny gave him another quick kiss before straightening his jacket and opening the door again, ready to head out. “Are we still on for tonight?”
Becker nodded, smiling. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”