Fic: Cuffed and Cursed : Part 1
AN: For a Prompt on tumblr: Becker and Connor have a big fight, and Danny gets fed up. He handcuffs them together until they make up.
AN2: This can be read as Connor/Becker, Abby/Connor/Becker, or merely Connor and Becker friendship. I deliberately left it open for reader decision. ^_^
Danny was aware of a distinctly cold mood to the ARC when he arrived for work that morning. He wasn't sure what was up, and it definitely wasn't just heating problems in the building, because it wasn't a physical sort of chill...
The ARC was much quieter than usual, more like how it had been during his last return to the ARC through the anomalies.
This time he was staying, and he didn't have to put up with this. Irritated, Danny looked to the ADD. Jess was there; she was always on the quieter side when she was focusing on her work, and he left her to it.
He found Abby in the menagerie, and confronted her about Connor.
"Everything's fine, Danny." She answered him, but he could tell she wasn't being truthful.
"Right, and 'm a monkey's uncle." She chuckled. "Is it Becker?"
Her small grin dropped, and she sighed.
"Yeah. They had a fight. I tried to get them to talk, but they wont even tell me what it was about!" Abby exclaimed.
"I... have a plan, I think. Y' want in?" Danny was surprised when Abby shook her head.
"Normally, I'd say yes, but just this once I think I'd better leave you to it. Plus, they can't get angry at me if this falls through!" She said with a short laugh. He grinned.
"Right, then I'll be headin' off."
Connor was in the basement, looking over the circuitry kept down there. He'd come in this morning in a terrible mood, and then the system kept telling Jess that there was something wrong. He'd gone down here to find the panel sparking like crazy, and had shocked his hand once already.
"Connor."
The ARC's genius jumped in surprise, looking over his shoulder crossly at Danny.
"Would you not do that, Danny?! Y' nearly made me electrocute meself!"
Danny waved his hand, dismissing it.
"Sorry, but there's a problem topside."
Connor asked Danny what it was, but the ex-copper only smiled vaguely and repeated that it was important. Connor reluctantly followed his friend.
At least until he realized they were headed to the armoury.
Where Becker surely was, at this time of day.
"The problem 's in the armoury?" Connor squeaked, looking around for an escape route.
"Yeah. What's the problem, Connor? Anything wrong?"
"Huh? Wrong? No, nothin's wrong at all!" His voice slipped an octave. He was so nervous that his earlier bad mood was fading away, but he knew that Becker's surely was not.
And, Connor was still a little annoyed with Becker over the fight, anyway. He did not want to go in there and face him.
Becker grumbled under his breath as he polished the gun again, before carefully placing the weapon back in its box and putting it away on a shelf. He took a step back and nodded to himself. He'd polished the weapons that needed it; the EMD's, apart from the main one he himself used, could be polished by the soldiers later.
It was almost time for a security sweep, and he was reaching up to the coms when he heard movement from the corridor outside the armoury.
"Danny, I just think that Becker's probably way too busy right now- maybe I should come back later-"
Connor stared at Becker. Becker stared at Connor.
Within about five minutes they were yelling again, what about, Danny still wasn't quite sure, even though he was standing right there.
Now, this wasn't going to plan! They weren't cooperating! Phase two, then.
Not that there was anything wrong with phase two, in his opinion at least.
*click!* *click*
The handcuffs were attached to Becker's left hand and Connor's right hand.
"Danny!"
"Quinn!"
Danny chuckled.
"Now, you two, stop fightin'. When you make up, I'll unlock 'em. Now, I have some work to do- oh and, best hope there're no anomaly calls between now'n when you make up, otherwise the shout could be really difficult..." Danny shot as a parting remarck, darting out of the room before either of the two men could grab at him.
Becker and Connor stared at each other, dumbfounded.
"Now what?" Connor said, looking away.
"Conn..."
"Becks..."
They chuckled uneasily.
"C'n you imagine an anomaly shout with us like this, Becks?" Connor attempted humor, and Becker chuckled a little.
"bit of an acrobatic feat, it'd be." Becker commented, shaking his hand so the cuffs clinked against the chain connecting his wrist to Connor's.
TBC...
AN: I've just discovered that a connor/becker ship could be called "becon"