This chapter just got longer and longer and since I sort kinda maybe might have 'promised' someone getting hurt :D I couldn't NOT deliver :D :D :D I found myself giggling while writting this. That may be because it's so fricken COLD, 'cause of all that chocolate and popcorn I ate during 'family night' (haha we watched Paul :D) or 'cause I made Jess drunk... again :D but I think you will all enjoy it. Oh yeah plus Becker let's a certain word slip :D Haven't fully proof-read so there might be mistakes :P Sadly I do not own Primeval or anything involving them but I DO own the twisting, turning, where-the-hell-is-this-going plot and my annoying OCs that keep getting in the way :D :D

Enjoy :D :D :D

Connor pouted. "Let me come."

"What?"

He stared at Abby with childlike innocence, watching her curl the torture device to create curls and waves in her short blonde hair. He never wanted to go near the thing, not since he burnt his ear trying to give himself an afro. He sighed, leaning against the doorway to the bathroom "Come on..."

"No"

"Please?" Abby set down her curling iron and turned to find him batting his eyelashes at her.

"No Connor."

He threw his hands up in the air in frustration "Oh come on! Why can't I come?"

She rested her hands on her hips and watched him with narrowed eyes. "Connor, what did you, Matt and Becker do for your bachelor party?"

His eyes focused on something behind her for a moment as he tried to remember. He faintly remembered a bar, and drinking, and possibly something involving a stripper dressed as Princess Leia and pushing Matt into a pool but everything was still a bit hazy. Bro Code Connor... remember the Bro Code. Do not tell her anything!He shrugged and walked back out into the living area without another word.

Abby rolled her eyes and returned to what she was doing. "That's what I thought!" She quickly finished off her hair and turned the curling iron off before returning to her suitcase to determine what to wear.

"Guys should be allowed to supervise bachelorette parties..."

Abby laughed. "Connor it wouldn't be a bachelorette party if there were guys there. The exception being gay guys."

He grinned. "So Matt and Becker can go but I can't?"

She stifled another laugh as she held up a midnight blue cocktail dress against her body and posed. "Yes or no?"

Connor lounged on the bed assessed the outfit, watching her intently. "No. Shows too much of... that area" he gestured towards her chest and grinned. "You can wear it on our honeymoon though."

She rolled her eyes and tried to put together another combination. "Matt and Becker aren't gay Connor. Matt clearly has Emily and Becker has Jess."

His eyebrows raised. "He made a move?"

She shrugged, holding up a green off-the-shoulder top and a pair of light blue denim shorts. "I was planning on getting the details out of Jess tonight with the added help of Emily and a few shots of tequila."

"Shorts are too short. Too much leg showing."

She arched an eyebrow "Do you want me to go naked Connor. 'Cause I will! I'm sure the male strippers will thoroughly enjoy this little bundle right here."

"Next outfit." he replied through clenched teeth.

Abby stripped off the top and tossed it at him before rummaging around for something else to wear. "Something definitely happened between them though. Jess had it written all over her face." she held up one of his shirts and posed. "I'm thinkin' yes. With leggings and my leather jacket."

"I like it better without the jacket and shirt."

She rolled her eyes and quickly slipped on his white shirt with 'Kiss me I'm a geek' written on the front and grabbed her jacket. "I have to go now."

"Wait!" Connor jumped off the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist before she had a chance to reach the door. He sighed, gazing meaningfully into her bright blue eyes. "Just remember that I love you. And if you so much as look at another man..."

Abby lifted herself up onto her toes and kissed him lightly. "Forget it Con'. I'm single till I say 'I do'" she grinned and quickly left before he had a chance to reply.

o.O~O.o

Becker lounged across the couch and watched the door of the bathroom open then close then open again. Jess head popped out and she smiled. "Can you do my hair like you did before? Please?"

Becker's eyes narrowed. "And what do I get out of this?"

She shrugged "I'll let you see what the bridesmaid dresses look like."

He arched an eyebrow, watching her begin to blush under his gaze. He sighed loudly and made his way over. "You have to put it on though."

Jess huffed and sat down on the stool, letting Becker's fingers ease through her hair. A pleasant shiver ran through her body when those same fingers skimmed over the exposed skin down her back.

Wearing the cotton backless dress was both a brilliant and a stupid idea Jess! She could hardly keep her thoughts from wandering everytime his fingers brushed against her spine.

She shivered again and closed her eyes. Becker smiled to himself, purposely touching her back again. It took everything in him to not let his hands wander from her hair. The exposed skin was just too tempting.

"Done." he said with a slight tone of relief as he stepped back quickly and folded his arms across his chest.

Jess opened her eyes and smiled up at him through the mirror. "It's perfect. Thank you!" she stood in front of him and reached up, kissing his cheek before disappearing out of the bathroom. "Don't come out until I tell you to!" she added just as he reached to open the door.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound being Jess rummaging around and huffing disapprovingly to herself. Becker leaned against the wall and slowly pulled the door open. "You nearly done?" he asked impatiently.

"Becker! No peaking!" she slammed the door shut and he grinned. "No laughing either!" Jess added, hearing the faint sounds of him trying to stifle one.

"No laughing... got it. Can I come out now?"

Jess looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. The chocolate brown knee-length dress felt light against her skin. A strip of beige ribbon was meant to go around her waist but couldn't be bothered putting in the effort. She sighed. "Yeah. Can you help..." she blushed. "Uh, can you help with the zip. It got caught."

She looked over her shoulder just as Becker walked out of the bathroom and he froze, his eyes widening as he took her in. She was beautiful. Beyond Beautiful! Perfect! Absolutely perfect! "Jess that's... you look..."

She blushed and turned to look in the mirror. "Yeah... Abby's one is way better though. Could you unzip the back? It got caught."

Becker blinked rapidly, trying to focus on anything other than her sunkissed skin. He slowly moved towards her and fumbled with the zip until it began to move again. Very slowly he unzipped the dress until it reached the end, his hand lingering on the small of her back.

She turned around suddenly and smiled. "Thank you."

His eyes lifted up to hers and he stepped back, returning the smile. He felt like he'd just had a bucket of ice water poured over himself. Damnit Becker! Here's a sledgehammer now break down those stupid walls! Sarah's voice was so clear in his mind that it felt like she was standing right next to him. Break them down!

He sighed. She's doing that all on her own...

Jess twirlled around a couple of times on the spot and laughed, watching the skirt spread out around her then fall back against her thighs in light waves. She grinned, holding her hand out towards Becker. "Dance with me!"

His smile vanished and he frowned. "I don't-" He wouldn't – couldn't – handle how close she'd be!

"Everyone can dance Becker!" She took hold of his hands and began moving his shoulders back and forth. "You just have to feel the rhythm."

His eyebrow shot up. "If you haven't noticed Jess..." he wrapped her arms around his neck and let his hands rest on her waist, swaying her slowly. He lowered his lips to her ear and she shivered. "...there's no music playing." he whispered before pulling back to look at her expression.

She stared into his warm hazel eyes. "You don't need music Becker. You follow the beat."

"What beat?"

Her hands slid from around his next until they rested on his chest, the steady pace of his heart beating beneath her palm. "That beat."

The sudden knock on the door startled both of them. They stepped away from each other thinking the person behind the knock would just barge in without warning. They only just knocked again.

"Crap! Abby's bachelorette party! I forgot it started at six." she frowned at Becker for a moment before sighing. "Don't... look."

He closed his eyes and turned around while she quickly slipped out of the dress and got back into her backless cotton dress. His eyes shot opened when arms suddenly wrapped around his waist. He gently tapped her hands and smiled to himself. "And what's this for?" he hummed over his shoulder.

"I just felt like hugging you." she mumbled, her cheek pressed firmly against his back. "You're warm."

"Am I now-"

"Jess! Hurry up!" Abby ordered from the door.

Jess' arms vanished from around Becker's waist and he frowned as she walked over to the door. She turned back to him with a sweet smile. "Bye"

"Have fun." His smile reached his eyes and Jess felt her heart flutter wildly in her chest.

o.O~O.o

Pink and red features lined the floor as Jess danced around with Emily in the private hens night room of the club they'd chosen. Abby returned with two rows of vodka shots and a row of juice shots for herself.

Jess' eyes widened and she flew towards Abby just as she placed the drinks down on the table. "Abby you have to join us! You haven't danced yet!" she held onto her hands and began moving her shoulders in rhythm to the music. "Party!"

Emily slumped down onto the sofa and stared at the row of seven shot glasses, frowning. Unlike Jess, she had gone with the non-alcoholic drinks but the row of rainbow glasses were tempting.

"First we drink!" Abby grinned, watching jess carefully. She still hadn't told them anything about becker and everytime he came up in the conversation she'd quickly change it. She still wasn't drunk enough.

Abby passed them each a short glass and held hers up in the air. "To a girls only night!"

"To Abby becoming damned!" Jess laughed, then hiccuped and fell back onto the sofa beside Emily, spilling her shot all over the floor. "Oops."

"May you have a long and happy marriage Abby. Connor's a very lucky man."

"Thank you Emily. Jess no!" Abby quickly stopped the younger woman before she could reach for another shot and frowned. "No more for you."

"Why not?"

"Because if you consume anymore Becker will kill me." Good on ya Abby. Casually slipping him back into the conversation... again.

"Becker..." Jess sighed and gazed dreamily towards the plain red velvet wall. "He's so... perfect."

Emily raised her eyebrows as she slipped back the other six vodka shots. "Have you kissed him yet?" she asked straight up. She was oblivious to the glare Abby gave her.

Jess shook her head sadly. "Not yet."

Abby raised an eyebrow. "not yet? As in there may be a possiblity that he'll kiss you?"

Jess yawned. "Can we go home now?"

"Do you think Becker will kiss you before we go home?" Emily asked, her head beginning to buzz as the music flooded her ears.

Jess looked at Emily with a serious expression. "How can he kiss me when he's not even here?" she stage whispered. She hiccuped and laughed quietly to herself.

Abby sighed. "Okay, come on, let's get you two back to the hotel..."

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir? Ce soir?" Jess sang drunkily as the three girls left the bar laughing. Jess' arm was slung over Abby's shoulder while Emily skipped beside them humming along as Jess sang.

"Hey, hey maybe you could sing that to Becker! He'll find that entertaining!"

Jess giggled and shook her head. "Naa. Becker won't. He's too much of a, a gentlemanly, so he'll prob be like 'you're drunk' and I'd be like 'I'm perfectly sober!' and then he'd be like 'Come on let's get you into bed' and I'd giggle and be like 'Are you implying something' and he'd roll his eyes and I would say 'you're... awesome' then I'll like fall asleep on him and snore really loudaly."

Abby grinned. "You speaking from experience Jess?"

She snorted as she laughed. "Naaa. I'm just brilliant." her eyes narrowed when she saw Abby open her mouth to ask another question but she quickly covered her mouth and frowned. "No more boys talk! This is a bach-e-lor-ette party. Or well, it was. Are we going home now?"

"I'm taking you two back to the hotel rooms, yes."

Jess frowned. "I don't want to go home!"

"You'll be able to see Becker again." Abby watched as the girls eyes begun to sparkle.

Emily sighed, her head spinning from the seven vodka shots she did. "Did you - Did you have a nice night Abby? With us girls just chillin'"

"Yeah I did." Abby laughed.

"I need to sit down... the footpath keeps moving." Emily said quietly.

Abby quickly guided both girls to a closed cafe. She sat Jess down on one of the chairs and made herself comfy beside her. Emily sat herself down on the other side of Jess, laying her head down on her arms and falling asleep almost instantly.

Abby watched Jess carefully, wondering how she could get the information out of her. Maybe the straight forward approach might actually work. "Did anything happen between you and Becker on the beach today?"

she shrugged.

"Jess you can trust me... has anything happened between you and Becker?"

"Stop asking me about Becker! Becker is Becker. I'm not Becker. You always ask about Becker! Just leave him alone!" Jess snapped.

Abby sighed. She may have given her a little too much alcohol. Either that or she was beginning to crack her.

Abby looked at the two women in front of her. Jess seemed to be able to keep the drinks down for an hour or so, but Emily was out of it after just seven shots. She smiled and glanced around at the feather boas around Jess' neck.

She gasped, realising they had all left the rest of their belongings in the club

"Emily."

Her head shot up, but her eyes were glazed over. "I'm awake! I wasn't sleeping!"

Abby watched her carefully before watching Jess. She could trust them to stay still. What could they possibly get up to in five minutes or so?

"Emily can you keep an eye on Jess for me. Don't let her wander okay?"

Emily nodded and began to stared at Jess intently. "I've got my eye on you."

Jess giggled and wrapped the pink feather boa around Emily's neck. "I'm shaking." she laughed.

"you two think you can stay here while I got back and get our stuff?"

"Scouts honour!" Jess saluted then laughed again.

Abby frowned. "Jess you're not a scout."

she sighed. "Why put off the inevitable?"

"Don't move."

"Aye, Aye Captain!" Jess saluted again then got to work poking Emily's nose with the tip of the feather boa, making her twitch.

Abby rolled her eyes as she quickly made her way back to the bar, glad that they weren't too far away from it.

o.O~O.o

Abby rushed into her hotel room and found Connor watching some foreign movie neither knew the name of and he glanced up at her alarmed. "What's wrong?"

"We've lost Jess! Emily's tipsy and not making sense. Matt's locked her in the hotel room and is out looking for Jess with Becker. Help!"

Connor's eyes were wide. Jess was like a sister to him. She was always so easy to wind up. It was usually better than watching tv or playing video games.

He immediately jumped off the couch and dived over the bed, grabbing the touchpad device he'd borrowed from Jess. He tapped away at the screen and grinned. "Found her. I got becker to slip a black box into her jacket. Did the same with Emily too."

"I know I should be angry with you... but I'm not. Where is she?"

He looked down and tapped at the screen again before frowning. "She's on the beach near the jet skii shack."

Abby quickly pulled out her cellphone and dialled Becker's number, telling him where to find her.

o.O~O.o

The world was spinning out of control. Jess' visison was blurred and she felt like she would be sick. The soft sand under her toes felt cool against her hot skin.

She frowned. Why was it hot? It shouldn't be hot! She stripped off the jacket she had on, leaving her barefoot and only wearing the thin cotton dress. The cold wind brushed against her back and she sighed.

She stumbled down the beach before laughing to herself and sitting at the shack. "Hello?" she asked.

No reply. Silence. Only the sound of the rushing waves filled her ears. In the distance she could've sworn she'd heard someone calling her name but waved it off as just the wind.

"Excuse me I'd like some serivce! I want a drink!"

"The shack closed as ten Miss Parker." the voice startled her and she fell off the stool she'd been sitting on. Andy's hands reached out and he helped her back to her feet. He looked into her eyes and saw her pupils wide, her eyes practically dark and reflecting the moonlight above them. "Are you... drunk?"

she shivered. But it wasn't a good shiver. She suddenly felt cold and insecure now. She wanted to leave. "No I am not."

"Yes you are."

"Why are you following me? I don't know you!" she pointed her finger at him and tried her best to glare.

He laughed. "I've never seen you so drunk before."

"You've never seen me before... ever!" A part of her brain was screaming that something was amiss here, but the alcohol still swimming around in her system was deciding it didn't want to share that certain information.

Andy sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Trust me Jess. We know each other. Or well, we will."

"You... are an idiot!"

he laughed. "You're very mean when you're drunk."

"And you're still... an idiot and I don't like you!" she poked his chest and felt a jolt spark up her arm. Her eyes widened. "What the hell!" her mind was still refusing to make sense of everything. She knew she had to get away from him though.

Andy stared down at the point on his chest where she'd touched him and smiled. "So it is true. Sarah lied to me!"

Sarah... the name was familiar. Jess gasped and stumbled backwards away from Andy. "Don't... don't come near me!" she almost screammed. She could feel the ear piercing noice threatening to break through.

"Oh come on Jess, you can't honestly say you don't remember me! I'm your-"

"JESS!" Becker's voice broke through Jess' concentration within seconds.

"Jess?" there were added voices now and Andy frowned.

"You have to remember me Jess! You have to!"

Jess stumbled backwards into the sand and screammed.

Becker squinted towards the shack and saw a dark figure looming over a smaller figure that kept moving away. There was a second scream and his feet suddenly began to move with a life of their own. Jess was there, possibly hurt, drunk and unprotected. He needed to save her!

Becker sprinted across the beach, Matt following him after coming to the same conclusion.

His muscles were burning, but the pain was nothing compared to the piercing jolts going through his heart. Not jess. Not sweet, innocent, lovely, little Jess.

His Jess.

"Hey!" he called to the figure standing over Jess. "Get away from my girlfriend!" he growled. His fist, knuckles already white, was thrown back and shot forward.

Andy hissed, falling backwards onto the sand with his hands covering his face. He coughed and blood splattered onto the ground. "Bloody hell! I get it now!"

Becker took no notice of him and fell to his knees beside Jess who was laying down with her eyes closed. "Jess? Jess!" he searched around for her pulse and found it within seconds. Thank you miliary training!

Her pulse was strong beneath his fingers and he sighed, gently stroking her hair off her face as Matt arrived.

He froze when he saw the man leaning against the side of the shack. He's seen those pale eyes before, and he knew exactly where. It wasn't possible though. He was suppose to go through to a different era. "What are you doing here?" he hissed at him.

Andy's eyes widened when he finally recognised him. "She needed help. I was just going to take her back to the hotel!"

Matt glanced over at Becker and found him watching himself and Andy with narrowed eyes. "Do you two know each other?"

"Yes"

"No"

Matt glared at Andy for a moment before turning back to Becker. "Take her back to the hotel room. I'll deal with him."

Becker nodded, scooping Jess up and craddling her in his arms. Her arms instantly wrapped around his neck and she buried her face in his chest, listening to his heart return to it's steady beat.

Once they were out of earshot, Matt turned to Andy. "What the hell are you doing here Andrew? You should've gone back!"

He laughed. "I'm not the only one! We've checked up on all of you Matthew. Who knew a man from the future could become emotionally attached to a woman from the past."

"This isn't about me! Why are you here?"

Andy looked out at the crashing waves. After a moment he sighed and looked back at Matt. "Amy's going to kill me for this... but there's something you need to see."

Okay, I have NO CLUE where this is heading. Well I might have a faint idea but still... ooo there might be an explosion, Becker may be heroic, Wardrobe malfunctions are a possibility, Timetravel may happen for some of the main characters, Andy may be the actual bad guy... And this story is DEFINITELY going to have a twist in it :D I'm just still trying to work that out.

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