Word Count: 100
Characters: Becker, Ryan
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made. Primeval and its characters belong to Impossible Pictures
Author Notes: a birthday drabble for fififolle, who gave me the prompt "Rain". Happy Birthday! *hugs*
"Man up, Becker!" Ryan barked.
It was pissing down.
It was in the middle of the night.
They had been on an uneventful patrol in the New Forest for twelve straight hours after a huge creature incursion.
Ryan did understand Becker's mood.
They were all tired, cold and wet.
He'd kill a nasty future predator for a hot drink.
Ryan looked at Becker.
The man looked so miserable.
And so young.
"Afraid your immaculate hair is going to be damaged beyond repair?" Ryan grumbled.
If looks could kill, Ryan would be dead now.
"I hate wet thigh straps, that's all."