hiddencait

Crossposted here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7141167/1/Just_Kiss_Her_Already

Request: Jess and Becker go through an anomaly and end up in Camelot (BBC's Merlin)...

As long as it ends up with Jess/Becker kissing I will be happy! Maybe the knights (mainly Gwaine!hehe) hit on Jess making Becker so incredibly jealous that he just has to kiss her already!

(Somehow this ended up more the movie King Arthur with all the smexy of Clive Owen, Mads Mikkelsen, etc. than in BBC's Merlin. Sorry? I guess I'm just more used to writing this version!)

Not Anybody's Damned Wench

Jess hates to admit it, but she's utterly out of her depth. For one thing, the men here are anything but the chivalrous knights of medieval literature. They're dirty, smelly, horribly crude, and not to mention every bloody one of them towers over her. She's fairly certain the looming is on purpose too, if only as an excuse to try to look down the pathetic excuse for a bodice on the dress the red-haired barmaid has given her. They're not even particularly subtle about it!

She forces herself to ignore the leers as she lugs about heavy tankards of ale (since when is the ARC's Field Coordinator reduced to this?), but she will not be able to ignore the roaming hands much longer. If that Lancelot pulls her into his lap even one more time, she's likely to break a flagon over his head if he's not careful. She doesn't even really care what would happen after that. She just knows she wants the hell out of here: out of this damned tavern, away from this damned fort and the looming wall, and and-

She forces herself away from painful thoughts of where'd she'd rather be before she does something mental, like say screaming at the top of her lungs that she's from the future and all of these warrior wankers can piss off because they are long dead, god damn it!

A sudden scuffle out in the courtyard catches her attention as well as that of everyone else in the tavern. A man is yelling out curses, and almost as one, the drunken boys around her stand and suddenly become the protective knightly men she'd expected them to be, deliberately placing themselves between the unarmed women and whatever threat had appeared. She feels a moment of gratitude toward the men she's so recently loathed, but the new arrival yells out again, and the voice is one she knows better than her own.

"Becker!"

His name forces itself past her lips, and she hurtles herself forward between the knights, dodging their grasping hands without a thought. His voice becomes more frantic, and she pushes past a final spectator in time to see him throw off the grasp of Arthur's silent scout. Then he's running, as well, and she can hardly believe the sight of him, alive and well and thank all the gods, clean!

It's possibly the last that utterly destroys any sense of composure she might have left, and as she reaches him, she all but throws herself into his arms. He catches her and pulls her tight to his chest, and then she's lifting her face to his for a kiss that ought to have surprised them both, but somehow is nothing more than relished and expected and oh so very necessary.

It's only the digging of his EMD into her ribs and the sudden whistle she just knows is from Gawain that manages to remind them of just where they are and just what kind of scene they're making with the very public display of relieved affection and Becker's decidedly out of era attire. Becker pulls back and sets her gently back on the ground with a grin that's only slightly sheepish.

"The anomaly's open. Let's get you home."

Jess nods, her grin threatening to split her cheeks. Becket turns back the way he's come, EMD up and ready as if to threaten the massive knights before him. As if they even bloody know what the hell an EMD is. There's no threat needed though, only a strident scolding from the buxom redhead whose name Jess still cannot remember. The woman cuffs one and then another of them on the arm and then stands glaring with her hands on her hips until the clearly amused and slightly cowed knights move from Becker and Jess's path.

Then the older woman gives them a smile and waves them on, and the long from home pair are quick to make their escape. As they exit the fortress and make their way toward the anomaly at a run, Jess can only think of his hand in her's… and the possibility of a bar of chocolate in the very near future... and Becker… and a shower! … and Becker… and clean clothes and new shoes… and Becker.