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.
The anomaly closed without warning, leaving Connor staring at the now-empty space where it had previously been. He turned back to Becker, seeing his own horror reflected in the soldier’s usually calm face. It was unexpected; the anomaly had been open for ages but less than two minutes after they stepped through, it was gone.
“It’s going to reopen, right?”
Connor shook his head, scrubbing his hands over his face in frustration. “I don’t know. It might open again in ten minutes or ten years or it might never come back.” He sat down heavily on the fallen tree branch behind him. “Basically, we’re stuck.”
A noise in the distance made Becker hoist the machine gun he carried, his index finger going to rest on the trigger.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to be out here in the open,” he said. He whirled around at the sound of something moving in the undergrowth nearby, rifle cocked, braced on his shoulder.
Connor wholeheartedly agreed, especially since they still had no idea what kinds of creatures were around on this side of the anomaly. It had appeared in the middle of a deserted warehouse nearly twenty four hours ago but that was it. When there was no sign of anything making its way though, or even what time period the anomaly led to, Connor had persuaded the others to let him check it out. He hadn’t travelled nearly 130 miles to reach the anomaly just to turn around and leave without at least investigating first.
Lester had agreed on the condition that he take armed back-up with him, and Connor had quickly suggested Becker for the job. It had nothing to do with lack of faith in the others; he just wanted to share this with his boyfriend. He knew the man would have volunteered anyway, but he hadn’t wanted to take any chances.
Now, his desire to explore had got them stuck here and he was in two minds about whether he’d still have a boyfriend when, if, they got home again. He risked a glance at Becker and was relieved to see that there was no anger in his eyes, merely concern.
“Look, we’ve got the detector so we can tell if it comes back,” Connor pointed out. “And maybe we could leave some kind of a message here in case it reopens and the others come looking for us.”
Becker nodded. “OK. If we’re still on the same timings as back home, it should be around noon. I’d like to find somewhere we can use for shelter before nightfall.”
Connor searched his pockets for a piece of paper and came up empty. Becker shook his head, smiled fondly, and took a notebook from his pocket. Handing it over, he watched over Connor’s shoulder as he wrote.
“Don’t leave without us if you come to find us. We’ll meet you here.” He glanced at the younger man. “That’s what you’re going to leave?”
Connor frowned. “Yeah, what’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing, love,” Becker laughed. He took the pen and added, ‘PS, we still have the detector’.
“I probably should have mentioned that, shouldn’t I?” Connor skewered the note with a stick and was preparing to jab it into the ground when Becker handed him a tube of superglue.
“Why on earth have you got glue in your pocket?”
Becker shrugged. “It might come in useful. It was originally developed for medical use during the Vietnam War, you know, for bonding soldier’s wounds out in the field.”
He glued the note to the tree trunk that the branch had fallen from.
“How do you know stuff like that?” he asked, amused.
Becker raised a brow. “How do you know all you do about creatures that have been extinct for millions of years?” he retorted.
“It’s interesting,” Connor said defensively. “And besides, if I didn’t then I wouldn’t have been brought in when we discovered the anomalies.”
Becker smiled. “In that case, I’m glad you’re a geek.”
Connor smacked him on the arm. Hard. “Take that back. I’m not a geek.”
“OK, I’m sorry,” Becker laughed. “You’re damn cute when you’re mad, though.”
Connor took the kiss offered as an apology and they started walking, heading for the tree line at the edge of the clearing they currently stood in. It was so still; nothing was moving in the trees or grass and they hadn’t even seen a bird in the sky yet. He had been expecting something. If previous anomalies were anything to go by, something big and angry with long sharp teeth and a desire to make them into lunch. In some ways, the lack of hungry dinosaurs was a relief but the anticipation of what might be waiting to spring out on them was worse than actually seeing the creature running straight for them.
Becker kept the gun ready, finger still loosely over the trigger, as he walked. Walking beside him, Connor tried to keep a watchful eye out for danger, sticking close. In a strange world, the safest place to be was next to the guy with the gun.
As it happened, it wasn’t creatures they should have been looking for.
Connor turned in the direction of the voice at the same time as Becker whipped the gun around. He instinctively inched closer to Becker’s side.
Before them stood a man dressed in dark animal-hide clothing and, the most important thing in Connor’s opinion, a rather large bow and arrow.
“Drop your weapons or I shoot,” Becker ordered.
Maybe that worked in a world where people had seen a gun before and knew what it could do, but the man just looked him over and sneered.
“I do not think so.”
There was a rustling, a footstep hitting the dry leaves near them, and then Connor felt someone grab him.
The hand around his arm gripped tighter and he felt the sharp edge of a blade pressed against his throat, effectively cutting off any further calls for help. As hard as he tried, Connor couldn’t stop shaking. He couldn’t believe that after all he’d faced, from mammoths to sabre-tooth tigers, and it would be a man with a knife who ended it all. He saw Becker lower his gun and slowly raise his hands.
“Let him go.”
The man before them studied him and then Connor. “You expect us to just release you, to allow you to run back to the Sheriff?”
“Sheriff? I don’t know what you mean,” Becker told him calmly. “We don’t want any trouble. Just let Connor go.”
“If you claim not to be in the Sheriff’s employ, then who are you?”
“We are travellers, just passing through.”
The man smiled. “Then you will be able to afford a small donation.” He indicated with the tip of the arrow still aimed at Becker. “You coin and any jewellery, if you please.”
Oh, this was not going well. They had left behind all metallic items such as coins, keys and jewellery due to the magnetic effect of the anomaly. Besides, losing your house keys a few million years in the past would just be a pain. The only things they had brought through were Becker’s gun and the knife Connor knew was concealed in his boot. It was a small relief when he noticed that no one had bothered to disarm Becker, not understanding the lethal capacity of the gun still on its strap over his shoulder.
He caught Becker’s eye, the barely perceptible nod, and steeled himself. The moment of truth, to see whether all of those self-defence lessons Becker had been giving him were actually paying off. In one move, he wrenched the hand holding the knife away from his throat and kicked backwards, catching the man in the knee. Connor twisted the man’s arm, locking the elbow, pulling him off balance. It wasn’t exactly the smooth body-flip that Becker had taught him, instead he and his attacker landed in a graceless heap in the grass. Luckily, Connor managed to pin the other man, snatching the knife off him.
It was only then that Connor realised what was so familiar about this whole situation. After all, Cutter had theorised that many of the creatures that had come through the anomaly in the past had been the basis for some of the myths about beasts and monsters. What if, it also worked in reverse? What if instead of bringing their world a legend, the anomaly had sent them to the legend? The moment he thought it, he knew how stupid it sounded but he had to try. After all, they were in Nottingham. He looked up at the guy with the bow and arrow.
“Are you Robin Hood?”
Becker looked at him as though he were crazy as the man turned on him, the look in his eyes confirming it even if he didn’t say anything.
“Oh my God! This is so cool,” he said.
It took some persuading, but they eventually managed to convince Robin that they were not here to kill or apprehend him on behalf of the Sheriff. The Sheriff of Nottingham! There was no way that Connor would ever get used to that, or the fact that he had just been held up by Robin Hood. OK, so that was a lot more exciting now that there was no longer a knife to his throat or an arrow pointed at Becker.
As soon as everyone put their weapons down, Becker had pulled him close, away from the other man. Who was introduced as Alan A Dale. Connor’s inner geek- not that he would admit to having one to Becker- was jumping around like a two year old after too much sugar by this point. He was actually meeting real life legends in the flesh. And he got to share it with Becker. How much better could this day get? Apart from the arrows and knives and getting stuck when the anomaly closed. Stupid rational thought had to throw a bucket of cold water over his excitement, didn’t it?
The two outlaws had cast a rather quizzical look at them as Becker drew Connor in to his side and leaned close to ask if he was OK. When Connor nodded, he didn’t let go, keeping a protective arm around Connor’s waist.
“You say you are travellers but I have never seen clothing such as yours,” Robin commented. “And you behave oddly. Where do you come from?”
Connor grinned. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Just then there was a noise in the trees and both outlaws tensed.
“Sheriff’s men,” Alan said.
When the two took off running, Becker and Connor were faced with a choice. If they stayed here, the incoming men would probably assume them to be outlaws and arrest or kill them and so their best option was to stick with Robin. Becker turned and saw the four chainmail-clad soldiers emerging from the shadows. He drew his gun.
“Don’t shoot anyone,” Connor warned. “It could alter the timeline.”
Becker nodded and aimed.
“Come on!” Robin called back to them. “We have to go; what are you doing?”
Ignoring him, Becker fired off a couple of shots in the direction of the soldiers. He missed them each time, but only by centimetres. A piece of tree bark splintered next to one’s head as a bullet tore through it, more exploding the ground at their feet, making the men think twice about following them. He turned and grabbed Connor’s hand, racing after Robin and Alan. They had no idea where they were going but followed anyway.
“I can’t see them any more,” Robin said ten minutes later, peering cautiously around the wide tree trunk.
“Good.” Connor sat, out of breath, in the grass, sheltered from sight by the undergrowth. “I’ve had enough of people pointing weapons at me.”
Becker crouched down next to him. “I was proud of you back there,” he said. “You did good.”
Connor smiled. “Guess I shouldn’t tell you I was terrified then, huh?”
Becker laughed and leaned in to brush a soft kiss over Connor’s lips. When he stood up, offering his hand to pull Connor to his feet, they saw that Robin was watching them.
“I suppose you’re about to tell us we’re going to hell or turn us over to the soldiers,” Connor asked as they began walking again, this time at a much more leisurely pace.
Robin shook his head. “I would not turn anyone over to them, though I have to admit that you confuse me. The way you act is so uninhibited.”
“It’s not a big deal where we’re from,” Connor pointed out. He glanced back to where Becker walked with Alan, keeping watch for anyone following them. “And it’s not exactly a secret. People know he’s my boyfriend and they’re fine with it.”
“I keep forgetting that your terminology is different. I mean that he and I are, well, you’d probably call it courting.”
Robin thought this over, casting a curious look over his shoulder to Becker, before turning back to Connor. “I see.” He stopped. “We’re near the camp,” he said, “but before we go any further…”
“Let me guess, you need to blindfold us?”
The look on Robin’s face was slightly confused at how Connor knew what he was going to say. He nodded.
“No way.” Both of them turned to Becker as he spoke.
“I will not be blindfolded, not in an unknown place,” he said. “I’m supposed to protect you, Connor, and I can’t do that if I can’t see.”
Connor sighed. “Sorry, mate,” he told Robin, “but he means it. I can’t say I’m too happy about it either. Look, what if we promise to keep our eyes on the ground? If we were going to turn you in we wouldn’t have helped you earlier, would we?”
Ignoring Alan’s protests, Robin relented, leading them on through the forest until they came to what appeared to be a dead end. The trees and bushes formed a solid wall about eight feet high. Robin reached around a branch and came up holding the end of a length of rope, pulling on it. A five foot square section began to swing outwards on a hinge at the top, revealing the camp beyond.
As they ducked through, Connor looked up at the ‘door’. It was made up of branches woven together, fixed to a bar at the top.
The door had not even closed before they were met by three others from inside the camp. A blonde woman was at the head of the trio, a short man with sandy hair at her heels.
“Who are they?” the blonde woman demanded.
Robin indicated for Connor and Becker to follow him, leading them to the circle of logs set around a campfire site. Further back, set around the perimeter of the camp, were wooden shelters, with beds and personal items, and one with rabbits and game birds hung up as kind of a makeshift larder.
Once they were all seated, he introduced the others.
“This is Kate and Much,” he said, indicating to each person in turn. “Connor and Becker helped us out with a few of the Sheriff’s men.”
“And so you brought them here?” Kate asked incredulously. “What makes you think they won’t just go running back to Gisborne or the Sheriff? They weren’t even blindfolded!”
Connor watched as the smaller man, Much, waded into the argument to defend Robin, all the while casting concerned glances her way as he tried not to offend her in the process.
“Look, we aren’t spies or anything like that,” Connor said eventually.
Robin nodded. “Kate, leave them alone. I am willing to vouch for them.”
There was silence around the circle until Kate eventually spoke.
“Very well; Robin’s word is good enough for me.”
Much nodded. “Me too.”
“So, have you heard from John or Tuck? They should be back by now…”
Leaving them to talk, Connor shuffled closer to Becker.
“Just wait until I tell Abby about this,” he said. “She’ll never believe that we actually met Robin Hood.”
Becker smiled. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Well, yeah. And I get to spend some time with you without the others around,” he said. “And with you in that incredibly sexy uniform too.”
“You know that all you had to do was ask and you could have me in the uniform at home, too,” Becker teased. “And we aren’t exactly alone,” he pointed out with a nod to the band of outlaws sitting at the opposite side of the camp.
To be continued...