Primeval Fanfiction: The Unfinished Story
Title: The Unfinished Story
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Becker/Helen
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
AN: Response to the prompt: Becker writes a book.
I blame, er thank sunset_dinos that Helen popped up in my mind when I started it.
Becker watched Helen stretch out on the bed after a night filled with rough fucking and gentle lovemaking.
After all that had happened this months, this woman still could surprise him.
From one moment to the next she could be a tigress, marking him with her sharp claws and drawing blood to suddenly changing into a tender, caring woman, soothing his wounds with fingers and lips and making him sigh with pleasure.
He had heard so many tales about Helen Cutter he could write a storybook. He had even started to write his own novel.
For most people she was the devil in person but there were others who still worshiped and missed her after all these years. He was sure the truth lay somewhere between and he yearned to tell this to the world.
He'd just started to get an idea of the true nature of Helen Cutter and his desire to unravel her secrets led him into her arms again and again.
Every time Sarah had smiled at him, promising love and happiness, he had resolved to end his affair with Helen. But he always crawled back to her and was be able to fill some more pages of his book afterwards.
Helen gave him wings and awakened emotions he'd never felt with anyone else. But slowly he'd realised if he didn't stop, he would end like Icarus and tumble down into the abyss like all the other man she had burned before.
When Helen drew him down on the bed Becker smiled sadly.
Yesterday he'd found some handwritten pages hidden behind the file cabinet of Cutter's former office. They started almost in the same way his own book began. And Abby had told him Stephen often scribbled things in the notepad he was so secretive about.
He finally understood it was already too late. None of the men who had started to write about the angel of death had ever managed to finish the story.
With tears in his eyes, Becker kissed her savagely and embraced the darkness, knowing that soon another man would start his own book on Helen Cutter.