Title: Homemade: Becker

Rating: K

Spoilers: No

Description: The ARC's gifts will be handmade by each other this year.

Disclaimer: Don't own Primeval or the characters.

Author's Note: In this, Becker and Jess are not a couple...yet. Was going to be part of my Christmas Drabbles and Short Stories collection, but I made it its own collection. I intend on making one chapter for each character, and probably only one gift that each character makes, that might change though.

Homemade, Becker

"For the Christmas exchange this year," said Lester, "Miss Maitland had an excellent, and cheap idea."

"I should have known he's be sold on cheap," said Abby, "this year we're only exchanging homemade presents, and they have to be made by us."

"I don't think that's a good idea," said Jess.

"I thought you'd love it," said Abby.

"Well, I'm not that handy, unless it's computers. I was, actually, thinking of other people."

Unconsciously, she looked to Becker, and unfortunately, he noticed.

"Me? I can put stuff together."

"But you're better at blasting them apart," said Connor with a smirk.

"Jess, are you telling me that you don't think I could make you a homemade gift?"

"No... Not really...besides, it's the thought that counts. So, if it didn't really resemble anything, um, that would be OK." She smiled uneasily.

"She thinks you're rubbish."

"Connor!"

"OK, Jess. You're going to eat your words," said Becker.

"I didn't say anything!"

The Christmas party came and Jess was worried. She'd been practicing happy faces all morning. She didn't want to disappoint Becker if she didn't like his gift.

He was smiling widely when he brought her a bright green package.

"I don't want to wait til the party. Open it now."

"Probably best."

"You mean it'll be less embarrassing, right?" asked Becker.

"Becker, please, don't be offended. Not everyone is handy."

"Open it, please."

Jess did as he commanded, and opened the box. Inside was a brightly colored contraption.

"What is it?"

"Can't you tell?" he asked with a grin.

"No." Jess looked at the contraption. "You made this? It looks like something Connor would make."

"Temple's rubbish at mechanics and trajectory."

"Trajectory? What in the world is it?"

Becker smiled. "OK. Sit here. It's important that you line yourself up with this tube here, and don't sit further away then 2 feet, or it will overshoot."

"Becker, you gave me a weapon? Seriously?" she asked in alarm.

"Trust me. OK. When you're ready hit the big orange button on the remote."

"I'm afraid," she said, holding a small blue oval in her hand.

"Jess, would I make something that could hurt you?"

"Not on purpose, no. OK, here goes, but if you're wrong, you're taking me to hospital."

"Deal. Shoot."

"It is a weapon!"

"Jess, please."

"Fine."

"Wait! I almost forgot. After you push the button, open your mouth."

She stared at him. "You're punking me aren't you?"

"Jess," he said, chuckling. "I promise you'll love it."

She sighed, pushed the button and opened her mouth. The arm on the contraption came down, and a small brown chunk flew out of a long yellow tube and into her mouth.

"Chocolate! Mm..."

Becker smiled. "It's an automatic Jess Feeder."

She laughed out loud. Then she pushed the button again, opened her mouth, and another chocolate sailed inside.

"This is totally cool! Becker, you're brilliant!"

"It will run out, eventually. Any small chocolate, no bigger than 5 mm will work. It's easy to load, too. Just take the pink lid off the top of this tube and pour the chocolate inside."

Jess pushed the button. After chewing she cried, "I love it!" She pushed it again, and again, and again.

He chuckled. "I didn't calculate how much chocolate could fit into your mouth."

"That's an enduring mystery," said Jess.

"So, did I make you eat your words?"

She laughed. "Literally." She jumped up, and into his arms. "Thank you. I love you, um, I mean it. I love it."

Becker laughed. "I'm very glad."

"Me too. Do you want to try?"

"Can't. It's set to your height."

"Keeping anyone not my size from using it! Brilliant!"

"Happy Christmas, Jess," she said, kissing her cheek.

"Happy Christmas, Becker. Will you do me a favor?"

He nodded.

"Make my apologies to everyone at the party. I'll be stuck here," she said, smiling and pushing the button.