Title: Primeval InterSeason - Predestination Paradox
Sequel to: Primeval Season Two
Universe: Time Child Series
Characters: Chloe/Ben, Dr. Lindsay Jenkins
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: After emerging from the mysterious anomaly that rescued her from a grisly fate in the cage room, Chloe finds she has traveled back three years into the past. She's alone, injured, scared, and not sure what to do. Then she runs into Ben.
"You very nearly broke the ligament. Thankfully though, it's only sprained." Dr. Lindsay Jenkins declared as he tutted over her seat on Ben's surprisingly comfortable sofa. "You need to stay off of it for a couple of days at least, keep the foot elevated, and keep taking those tablets I gave you. They'll not only help with the pain but will get the swelling down."
Chloe listened and nodded, though part of her mind wasn't paying attention to his words, wondering instead why Dr. Jenkins seemed so familiar. His wasn't a face she could place but she knew somewhere deep in her mind that she'd seen it before. But where? And when? It nagged at her, complaining that she should know, should remember, but she didn't, and she wondered if she'd seen him in passing in the street or something of the sort.
"Thank you for coming over." Ben motioned his uncle to follow him to the kitchen to talk privately, and while that action from anyone else would have Chloe on the alert this was Ben, and she trusted him even though she didn't know this version of him. Her mother had said it, hadn't she? That nature only allowed a slight amount of variation? If so there was no way that Hilary "Ben" Becker would do anything to hurt her, and she trusted him.
The meds left her drowsy, and she leaned hard against the cushions, fighting with the urge to stay awake.
In the end she lost.
"Where did you say you found her?" Dr. Lindsay Jenkins frowned as he sent a gaze towards the girl from the kitchen. She was sleeping, the pain meds knocking her out so that her body could have a chance to begin the healing process.
"Over by the cafe some streets down. She bumped into me, was spooked." Ben replied, removing a kettle from the stove, going towards where three cups of tea were waiting.
"Only two." Lindsay declared, giving the girl another look. "She's out cold."
A look of concern crossed Ben's face as he came towards him, sending the girl a look. "Is she okay?"
"She's fine, her body needs rest." Lindsay raised an eyebrow at the concern on his nephew's face. This whole situation was surprising to him because while Ben was a good man for sure, he was a solitary one who wasn't the type to bring a stranger into his home, no matter how pretty she was. "Did you notice the state she's in? Her clothes alone show she's been in some sort of struggle, and from what I could tell from my examination there were bruises forming on her legs and I'm sure the rest of her body as well. Also, there's a tenderness, a bruising, to the back of the skull."
Ben's hazel eyes narrowed, his hold on the kettle's handle tightening visibly. "You're saying someone struck her."
"Enough to render her momentarily unconscious, yes." He nodded. "She's obviously running from someone, hiding from something. She could very well have escaped a kidnapping." Lindsay sighed as he pulled off his glasses and rubbed his fingers over his closed eyes. "We should take her to see your aunt, maybe Molly can-."
"If she didn't want to go to a hospital I doubt she'd want to go to the police." Ben interrupted, going back to the cups and pouring the boiling water into only two of them. "You didn't see what I did uncle, she was terrified. If I hadn't sworn that I wouldn't take her to the hospital she would have bolted as fast as that sprain could take her."
"It wouldn't have been pretty far." Lindsay muttered, watching as two spoonfuls of sugar were added to his beverage before passed to him. "Thank you."
Ben nodded, tending to his own cup.
Lindsay sighed as he gazed at his nephew. "What do you plan on doing boy? She's not a stray kitten you can just pick from the street and keep. Especially not if she has dangerous people after her. The best thing you can do is take her to Molly. You know she'll get to the bottom of this and make sure she's fine."
"No." Ben surprised him by answering.
"Be reasonable." Lindsay frowned, unable to believe that the boy was being so unlike himself.
What was it about this girl?
The only other time he'd seen Ben this determined was when he was eight years old and told everyone that from then on he refused to answer to his first name, and that he expected everyone to refer to him as "Ben" or they would be ignored. Many of the family, namely his parents, hadn't taken him seriously but the boy had proved true to his words even in the face of his father's deep annoyance, and in the end he'd won his way. Now the younger generation of the Becker clan didn't even realize that "Ben" wasn't his first name, and everyone left them to that belief out of respect to Ben and his wishes.
"Does she seem oddly familiar to you?" Lindsay frowned, sending the sleeping girl a look. There was something about her. He couldn't put his finger on what exactly it could be, but there was definitely something about her that made his mind uneasy, as if he was forgetting something important.
"Familiar?" Ben asked in a monotone way, expression blank. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure." Lindsay shook his head. "There's just something about her..."
Ben put down his cup of tea and went towards the fridge, giving him his back.
Lindsay observed him. "Do you know her?"
"Why would you think that?" Ben mumbled, looking in his fridge for something. "She won't even tell me her last name."
Lindsay narrowed his eyes at his nephew.
He was lying.
The boy knew the girl.
How could this be?
What was his nephew keeping from him?
Why would he call him and ask him to do this, and yet not tell him what he knew about this girl?
For a second Lindsay wondered if there wasn't something more sinister to the girl's injuries, but then he rejected the idea immediately. He'd known this boy from his birth, and Ben would never raise a hand to a woman. Also, he was protective of this girl, he wouldn't have hurt her. Also, she obviously trusted Ben. That much was obvious. The fact that she'd supposedly just met him and yet had come willingly to his flat and allowed herself to be drugged...it spoke of deep trust.
The doctor sighed.
The situation was quite intriguing, and while a part of him, the sensible side, told him that they needed to take the girl to Molly...another side of Lindsay, something he was beginning to suspect was instinct, told him to trust Ben's reasons (be they what the may) and let him handle this situation. He'd never seen Ben take to a girl before. Not like this. Except maybe a couple of years ago when he was around eighteen. Lindsay had felt pride at his nephew coming to him for advice on matters of the heart. He never knew whether the boy had taken his advice on how to handle being in love with a girl who was not only in love with someone else but in a relationship with him-but it mustn't have ever worked out. He'd never met the girl and the one time he'd asked Ben how it'd gone the boy had clammed up and changed the subject.
Lindsay had worried that that utter failure had turned the boy off of relationships on a whole, but there was definite interest here in his nephew as the boy sent looks of concern at the girl, who had started snoring softly in the living room.
Ben heard one of the louder snores and chuckled, shaking his head. "Such a lady."
Lindsay couldn't help but smile as he shook his head, finishing his tea. "I'll come by to see how her foot is tomorrow and I'll bring over some crutches for her. She shouldn't be putting any weight on that foot for a couple of days." He began to gather his things. "I left the pain killers in the living room, give her one every six hours, no sooner, and make sure she drinks a lot of liquid."
Ben nodded. "Thank you uncle."
"Don't make me regret this, Benjamin." Lindsay raised an eyebrow before letting himself out, the girl's snores serenading him on his way to the front door.
She was snoring loud and proud, a little bit of drool making its way down the side of her open mouth.
Ben chuckled as he watched her, amused, dimples deep. She had absolutely no grace in the way she slept. She'd managed to take up his large sofa completely, limbs flung out, body twisted in a position which should be uncomfortable yet she seemed quite content with. There were dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't been getting much sleep lately. His mind went to his uncle's comment about her having been knocked out recently, his eyes narrowed as anger filled him. At least now she was safe. He doubted anyone after her would be able to track him down and find her here, but even despite that assurance he went and armed the security system he'd had installed...just in case.
Returning to her side, Ben leaned down and eased her into his arms. He straightened, shifting her weight somewhat, before making the short trek to his bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot as he entered the semi-darkness. Determined strides led him to the bed and without hesitation he laid her onto it despite the fact that she was somewhat filthy. He wrapped her up, reaching for the extra cushion and positioning it sideways next to her, his lips twitching in amusement when she turned towards it and wrapped both her arm and unhurt leg around it, muttering something incoherent in her sleep.
She was utterly adorable.
Shaking his head, Ben turned towards the closet and turned on the light inside, pulling out an extra blanket and cushion he kept there, pausing when his gaze fell upon the box. He gulped, putting the blanket and pillow down as he reached for the box, and after sending Chloe a look, opened it. He shuffled through the things within before pulling out a picture. His gaze went to the girl sleeping on his bed before he put it down and shuffled through, coming out with yet another picture. He took in a deep breath, letting it fall back in the box. He then reached in and pulled out a knife, intricate and beautifully crafted. He observed it for a moment before replacing it with another object that'd been kept within the box...a charm bracelet. He gazed at it, losing himself to his thoughts for a moment, before finally closing the box and returning it to the top of the closet, which was high enough that he didn't have to worry about it being taken down by the tiny woman snoring enthusiastically on his bed. Especially not with her foot hurt the way it was.
Picking up the blanket and pillow, Ben sent Chloe one last look before going to spend the night on his sofa.