Just a Costume 2: Becker's Turn

Rated: T

No spoilers for series 5

I don't own Primeval or characters, this is for fun

Author's Note:

This is in response to the end of Just a Costume. I really wanted to turn the tables on Becker and have him trying on costumes in front of Jess.

Also, a costume in this is inspired by a costume I found online from Warhammer 40000. Warhammer is barely mentioned, which I think makes sense if the first time Becker or Jess heard of it was on a package in a store.

In case it's not clear, Becker and Jess are in the early stages of a relationship in this chapter. Just a Costume one, now chapter one was before a relationship, other than being good friends.

OK-Thanks

Just a Costume 2: Becker's Turn

After helping Jess find an appropriately sexy Halloween costume, Becker had asked if he could escort her to any parties she was attending. Jess was so happy that they ended up kissing in the costume shop. So, they were dating. It had only been a few days, and they had only got out for dinner once. They had, however, spent every single second together, apart from anomaly missions.

Jess had decided that as her escort, Becker needed to be in costume. Proving the power this tiny woman had over him, he had agreed, and Becker was now trying on costumes Jess had picked.

Becker came out in a navy and white pinstripe trouser and matching vest. He had a tight white tee shirt under the vest, and a black fedora sideways on his head. He smirked at Jess, and from behind his back he pulled a tommy gun.

"That's just a prop, right?"

"Of course, Jess. I wasn't packing heat when we walked in," he said.

"I was just checking. Well, what do you think?"

"I think I want a real gun."

"No."

"Not even on Halloween?"

"No, Becker."

"Then I don't wanna be a gangster," he said, moping as he went to change.

Becker's face appeared through the curtain.

"You're kidding," he said.

"What?" asked Jess.

"I look ridiculous. As a member of the military services I find costumes like this very offensive. I don't even want to come out."

"Good heavens, Becker. I didn't pick anything that bad. I was going to make you try on the 'jungle boy' outfit but it was nothing but a thong, so I knew that was a no."

Becker just stared at her. "I hate you."

Jess laughed. "I said I'm NOT making you try it on. I tried not to embarrass you, so let me see why you hate this one. Come on out."

Becker sighed, mumbling, "things I do for this woman," and came out of the stall. He stood in front of Jess, with a huge frown, his eyes turned to the ceiling. "I hate this one, and I won't wear it."

Jess eyed the tight, tight white tank top, sporting a little golden anchor in the corner of the chest. To Jess' delight the pants were also tight. This man was made of muscle! The pants were white too, with black stripes on the side. A red scarf tied in a single loop around his neck. On his head was a white triangular hat.

"I look silly."

"You look sexy."

"Great, silly sexy," said Becker. Then he turned around heading for the changing room.

"Wait," said Jess. "We haven't decided on that one."

"No. Jess. It's a no," he said, not even turning to face her.

"You don't look that bad. You look...good," she said, licking her lips.

"Do you want me to get beaten up by real navy men?" he asked, turning as he reached the curtain.

"No."

"OK then," he said withdrawing into the booth. "Next."

"How about a firefighter?"

"No. It looks silly. He looks like a stripper. I'm insulted."

"How about a cop?"

"Please. He's unarmed, and he looks like a stripper too!"

"How about a doctor?"

"Wearing shorts and a tank? Do all these costumes look like strippers?" asked Becker.

Jess sighed. "I'm out of ideas. I'm going as a witch," said Jess.

"A very sexy witch," added Becker, as Jess blushed.

"Maybe," she said, "you should wear something that matches me. How about a black cat?"

"That's not funny, Jessica," he said.

Of course, that made Jess burst into giggles. "You'd be a very masculine black cat," she suggested but the scowl on Becker's face made it clear, no cats. "A jack-a-lantern?"

"Jessica."

Jess giggled more. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. You're so serious. OK, how about going as a warlock, you know, a male witch?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's a Temple costume."

"What?"

"It's a costume Connor would wear. It's geeky, science-fiction junk, and I won't wear it."

"You're a snob," said Jess. "So far, you've only tried costumes that had something to do with guns or the military."

"Yep."

"That's all you're going to try?"

"Yep."

"How about if it had a different type of a weapon like a sword?"

Becker thought about this. "I won't try on any Captain Hook, Peter Pan, or Robin Hood outfits, other than that, bring them on, assuming of course that they make costumes for men who don't happen to be strippers."

Jess got up to hit the racks, and Becker called after her, "No Captain Jack Sparrows either."

He watched the petite woman stomp up to him, and point a finger up at his face, "Johnny Depp was very sexy in those films."

"He wore eyeliner, Jess. I don't do eyeliner."

Jess scoffed and walked away muttering, "What do men know about sexy anyway?"

Jess returned with her arms full of costumes.

"OK, I have Zorro," she said, holding up the black outfit and mask .

Becker reacted with an, "Eh.."

Jess shook her head. "A musketeer?"

Becker's eyebrow went up, "Maybe."

Jess smiled. She held up another costume, "a Knight?"

"Possibly."

"I've also got a Genghis Khan costume," Jess said, "and a viking and an American cowboy."

"I'll try Genghis on," said Becker. "but I'll only try the viking and cowboy, if I can have an ax for the viking and a rifle for the cowboy."

Jess groaned. "They have a fake ax I'll go get, but I'm not getting a rifle. You'd want to trade it in for a real one anyway."

Becker shook his head and grunted. "Don't have to trade. I have a real rifle. I have several."

Jess put her hand up. "I don't want to know. I'll go get the plastic ax."

Becker took the costumes into the booth. "Plastic ax, that just sounds so wrong," he muttered.

Jess came back with the plastic ax, but the curtain to Becker's booth was open, and their was no Becker.

"Becker? Where are you?"

Suddenly Jess felt a plastic sword at her throat.

"I've got you, you Barbarian wench!"

Jess elbowed Genghis in the stomach. "Very funny," she said. "Here," and she hit him with the ax.

"Jess? I thought this was going to be 'fun?' Isn't that what you said when you dragged me in here?"

Jess sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just getting tired and cranky."

Becker smiled. "Go sit down."

Jess nodded, and sat down while Becker went into the booth, but he didn't draw the curtain. Instead he rummaged around in his jacket, and came back with a big smile and a chocolate bar.

"Here. You must have low chocolate levels," he said with a wink.

She laughed. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry Jess. I don't do costumes. I mean, I don't usually dress up. I'm sorry that I'm being a pain."

Jess smiled. "Thank you for trying. I appreciate you agreeing to go with me on Halloween. I'm the one who's a pain."

"No, you're not. Eat your chocolate, and I'll get serious. We'll find a costume, promise." He leaned down and kissed her gently.

"You know, maybe you shouldn't wear a costume. Just go as what you are."

"Go as a member of a top-secret government agency that hunts dinosaurs and future creatures?" he asked with a smirk.

"No," she said, unwrapping the chocolate. "Go as a prince."

"Aw," he said with a grin.

Becker looked through the racks himself while Jess returned the rejects. He now stood in the changing booth, looking at the mirror.

He finally had his costume. It was perfect. It was dignified, manly, came with two weapons, (even if they were fake) and he had to admit, it was kind of sexy. He smiled as he thought of Jess. He definitely wanted her looking at him and not other guys in costume. He drew the curtain, and stepped out to get her reaction.

Jess looked at him. It was clear he loved it.

"I don't know what to say," she said. "What is it?"

"I didn't know what it was either, then I read the description, and it seems to be based on a game or book, don't really know, the label didn't go into it that much. It just said Warhammer 40000. Anyway, it caught my attention because it said "Witch Hunter costume.' You're going to be a witch, and I'm going to hunt you," he said, raising his eyebrows and leering at her.

She grinned weakly at him. She still didn't know exactly what it was. "I don't really get it Becker."

"OK, first we have the guns. Aren't they cool? They're like mini cannons. I really wish these babies were real. Then we have the boots, nice, huh? Kind of combat, kind of futuristic. Then we have the Puritan outfit: the long coat, the brown trousers, white shirt, puritan belt buckle, and of course the Puritan hat with the wide brim."

Jess stared.

"I don't get it though," she said, "if you're a puritan, why do you have guns like that? Should you have guns at all?"

"Yes, I should always have guns Jess."

She laughed. "That's not what I meant. It's wrong, time-period wise."

"As ARC employees, Jessica, we're the last people who should quibble over rips and changes in time.".

She laughed. "You've got me there."

"It's like the Puritans went through an anomaly, got future tech, than went back to their time and chased witches with it."

Jess stared.

"You don't like it, do you?" he asked.

"I'm just surprised. To me, this is a Temple costume. It's science fiction junk.'"

"What? Are you kidding? Temple's not tough enough. This is a manly costume. Temple. Huh. I'm offended Jess."

"Take the coat off."

"What?"

"Please, Becker take off the coat."

Becker did as she asked, handing her the futuristic guns. He took off the long, dusty brown coat, and revealed a lightweight, white shirt underneath. It wasn't tight. His muscles weren't rippling against it, but with the two gun holsters on his shoulders, and the ammunition belt wrapped across his chest, it was sexy. He looked dangerous.

"OK, I approve," she said. "And it was sweet of you to match my costume. Thank you," she said, leaning up for a soft, quick kiss of his lips.

No one's going to get what the costume is, you know."

"Don't care. It's manly, tough, and armed. Sold."

"Sold. So, witch hunter, what are you going to do with me once you hunt me down?"

Becker smirked. "You still have that angel costume?"

Jess laughed. "The one that's only fit for private audiences?"

"That's the one."

"Maybe," she said, sauntering away, and looking teasingly over her shoulder at him.

"Don't toy with me witch."

The end, Just a Costume 2: Becker's Turn

Author's Note: Might be more to come. Might do the whole team costume shopping. Might do the party itself at a club or the ARC or both. Don't know. Let me know what you think. Thank you.