Title: Potion

Rating: T

Spoilers: series 4, 5

Description: Jess is tired of waiting for Becker. She enlists a potion with mystic powers to help finally bring them together. But will it do the opposite?

Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval or the characters. This is only for fun.

Author's Note: Another Halloween inspired story, but this does not specifically relate to Halloween. This uses love potions and such. The potions are not real, but some ingredients are used in potions. No offense is meant to those who believe in the mystical powers of potions and so on. It's just to entertain.

Chapter note: The chapters are smaller than usual for me. I split them where they seemed to naturally break.

Potion-Chapter one

The shop's sign said "Charms, Potions, Readings, and Spells." For some reason, Jess was drawn inside. She browsed through the shop's vials, crystals, pendulums, and talismans.

"Hello dear," said a woman behind the counter. "Are you looking for something special?"

"No. I'm just looking," said Jess.

The lady smiled. "Would you like a complimentary reading?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"For first time visitors, I like to introduce my services with a free reading of your aura, or your palm. Your choice."

"I'm not really into this stuff."

"Then an introduction into it would be perfect. It won't take long, and I promise that it won't hurt," she said with a wink. "May I see your hand dear?"

Jess stretched out her hand.

"Lovely lime green nail polish," said the woman, smiling.

Jess replied, "Thank you, ma'am."

"Lorraine, my dear, I am Madame Lorraine. Now let's see, hmm. I see long life, good. Oh, you're very happy and optimistic, aren't you? You're also extremely intelligent. You have a very important job too." Mme Lorraine then looked up and smiled. "You help save lives. How wonderful."

Jess looked at her, amazed. "How do you know all that?"

Mme Lorraine simply smiled. She then continued, "You love this job, and it has opened your eyes to wonders few people get to see. There is deep friendship with this job. Yes, I see a sister-like relationship."

Jess gasped. Abby was like a sister to her. "What else do you see?"

"Many wonderful things, my dear, strange and unbelievable. Oh dear, I also see pain, grief, and danger. This is a difficult and dangerous job. You've been put in harm's way, by it, haven't you?"

Jess was speechless.

"You have fear, but you know that you help people, so you will not abandon them. That is very brave," she said, and then chuckled. "You, however, do not think you are brave. No, in comparison with those you are close to, you feel that you are weak. This is not true. You are strong. You must not doubt that."

"You have several strong relationships at work. You will not abandon them. You can not. I see someone of authority. This person is like a parental figure. He likes to yell, doesn't he? You, however, are wise enough to know that this is merely a decoy for the great affection he holds, and not only for you."

Jess smiled. "You've just described my boss, perfectly."

Madame Lorraine smiled.

"I see someone else. He's very handsome," said Mme Lorraine, winking. Jess blushed. "He is strong, but I also see a gentle side. Hmm, I see love, my dear. Yes, there is the possibility of a great love."

Jess caught her breath. Becker, it had to be him that Mme Lorraine sensed. Jess, after all was hopelessly in love with him, but she wondered if he felt the same, even slightly.

Mme Lorraine looked up then, and smiled. "Yes, he does return your feelings."

Jess eyes grew huge. "I...didn't ask."

"Not out loud. I sense that it is complicated. You wait, hoping that he will some day give in to his feelings. I sense that he won't. If you continue to wait, my dear, you'll be waiting a very long time."

Jess didn't realize that she had started to cry until she saw the tear drops hit her palm.

"Don't despair, my child. Don't give up, either. I promise you, that he does love you, very much. He's afraid, and unlike some men, his fears are not selfish. He does not fear commitment. He doesn't fear losing his freedom either. His fears are for you, your safety, your happiness. He is a good man. You've picked well," she said, smiling at Jess.

Jess had stopped crying. "It's not...hopeless, then?" she asked in a small, frail voice.

"No, not hopeless," Madame Lorraine said sweetly, "but you are going to need help, mystical, spiritual help, which I can provide."

End of Chapter One