Ok so this is my first Primeval fanfic…. So be nice this is meant to be a one shot. So if any you remember Becker shirtless ….. (what a beautiful sight) any way I noticed that he had a tattoo, it looked like a star. So that was the basis of this ides enjoy. Plus I realized that's the first time we've seen him in normal clothes and not his usual black uniform on. Jess/Becker

Jess leapt out of her seat the moment they arrived back at the ARC. Matt was the first she saw come in. She quickly ran to him.

"Where is Becker? Is he going to be alright?" she breathed out. Matt turned his head to eye a shot of color that was Jess.

"Jess" he smiled, "He's going to be alright. The medic said he'll live, just that it's going to be a bit rough for a while to get around."

She tried to control herself, 'if he wasn't alive I wouldn't know what to do.'

"Neither would the rest of the team, Jess" Matt's voice came to her. She blushed a deep red and tried to hide her face behind her hair.

"Um… you wouldn't happen to know where he… might be, would you?" she shuttered.

"I believe, he's patching up in the armory."

"Right, of course. I should of known that. Him and his guns, of course." She rambled.

Matt patted her on the back, "I'm heading home, okay?"

Jess just nodded absent minded.

She looked around on more time and then started running toward the armory. She turned the corner and skidded to a stop, and stared. Becker was fit. And that was simply the truth. She continued staring until she realized who she was goggling at. No she mustn't do that, it's not like he would ever notice her in that way. Not that it mattered she could always look from afar. She took a breath and started.

"Are you okay?" She smiled still catching herself staring.

"Ya." He responded, pulling on a shirt, groaning through the pain. She was fiddling with her watch.

"Here let me help you" She made her way over there her face lit up so eagerly.

"Thank you" he handed her his red plaid shirt. She carefully maneuvered it through the first arm. She was getting to the second arm, admiring what was there to admire, when see quickly got a glimpse of a mark on his bicep. It looked like a tattoo, star shaped. She was leaning in to see it more when her knee made contact with the leg that had been poisoned. She quickly let go as Becker doubled over groaning.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry." She put her hands up to her face, her eyes widening.

"No, no, no, no, it's ok. It's just a scratch." Becker said his face still mirroring pain. Jess repeating her apologies.

"That's not what the medic said." She said moving toward him, as he fixed his shirt.

"Well, just a bite then." He grinned.

"You we're brilliant today."

"We lost two innocent people today." He bite is lip. Jess was worried, he must always feel the need to protect someone, that was just who he was. That just made her like him more.

"You can't save everyone." She said shaking her head, her eyes going back to his shoulder.

"We've should of done better." He said coldly.

"You saved to people as well." She realized earnestly. He turned to look at her. His eyes gazed to meet hers. She quickly directed her eyes to her shoes, feeling a blush coming.

"I… better get back to… work" She turned at headed toward the exit feeling his gaze still on her. She turned back to check on him when impulse got the best of her. "Nice tattoo by the way, I think." Then she swiftly walked away, missing his smirk of a smile.

That's it so tell me what you think of it. And was it a tattoo and what was the shape? Jess and Becker are just adorable.