I have been an evil woman! I have not updated this story in ages. Sorry :( I'll admit I lost all inspiration and had a bit of a block (for nearly a year) but I am back whether it'll be for the foreseeable future I don't know but I hope so :) Chapter 7 is being written as you read this.
Anyway, Primeval does not belong to me or any of the characters apart from Izzy.
Enjoy :)
Another month passed before I was able to return to work properly. In that time I hadn't seen or spoken to Becker, I didn't know what he was thinking or how he felt about the near kiss experience as I like to call it. I mean if he was interested in me then he would have called or texted or been to see me, then again, he could be too embarrassed to. I was so confused!
In the time since my accident, Christmas had quickly approached and I was deemed with the task that most people hate. Finding Christmas presents for my dear friends and family. However this is my most favourite time of the year and I plan it months in advance. This year though was a little screwed up. My accident had me off work for two months, and I know what you're thinking. I could have planned all my presents during this time, but Cutter had other plans. I am now however fully educated in all procedures the ARC have in place and every anomaly report there has ever been. My Christmas shopping was a little last minute.
Connor was easy to find, something that was either dinosaur or science fiction related and he would be happy. Abby, something to do with animals, Cutter was a little harder but I settled on a first edition copy of Darwin's Origin of Species. Lester was a new limited edition tie but Becker was a little harder to find. What do you get a solider who was has near enough ever gun possible and doesn't like bright colours. You buy him a gun that he hasn't got (which believe me was hard to find) and a gift voucher for Next to try and invest in some colourful clothing under the strict instruction that he must come with me so I can chose out some clothes. There Christmas shopping completed and with a day to spare.
I trundle into work on Christmas Eve feeling more and more festive with each step I take. I'm so absorbed in my Christmas feelings that I don't notice a large black soldier stood in the doorway and walk straight into him.
"Sorry! Becker. Hi." I manage to force out. The one person I didn't want to see. Not yet anyway. I needed time to figure out what to say to him. Okay so I had just had three months off but still. (Connor managed to acquaint himself with my wound, reopening it every time so it took forever to heal)
"Watch where you're going next time! What's got you so absorbed anyway?"
"Christmas is tomorrow Becker and if you think you're going to be a Scrooge then you've got another thing coming. What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Staying at the ARC as I do every Christmas. I don't have any family therefore Christmas is the same every year. I don't need to do Christmas. Christmas is rubbish anyway. You find a date, then get your heart broken, family argue and then leave and you get presents that you wouldn't even think of giving to the dog."
From this I got that Christmas was a bad time in Becker's past. Another thing we had in common then.
"You got off easy. I got put into care, every Christmas since I was 8. My useless dad would drink so much he would go into a coma, then he would recover enough to show social services he could look after me. I got caught in the middle of a vicious circle, which broke when he drank so much he went into a coma and never woke up. Believe me, I have had my fair share of bad Christmas' consider yourself lucky."
Becker looked at me, speechless. I had made the great Captain Hilary Becker speechless and he looked so cute at the same time!
"Spend Christmas with me" Becker suddenly announced to break the silence. Spend Christmas with the one and only gorgeous Hilary Becker after everything we've gone through in the last 3 months, I don't think so.
"Ok."
What? Did I really just say that? I was going to spend Christmas with Becker. The man of my dreams and the man that has caused me so much misery and confusion for the last 3 months. Now I was even more confused! Does this mean his still likes me? Does it mean that he liked me in the first place? Does it mean that he's only started to like me since our near kiss? Does it mean-?
"IZZY!"
I snap out of my day dream to see Becker staring straight at me.
"I said be at mine for 10 tomorrow. Bring some presents if you want and any food you want to eat and we'll go from there."
I nod my head in agreement, to ashamed to say anything.
"I'll see you later then?"
"Yeah. See you later."
Becker walks away with almost a spring in his step and a smile on his face. I feel rather pleased with myself knowing that it was I that made him that way. Now what was I meant to be doing?
I'm pleased to say that Becker remained that way for the rest of the evening. So much to the extent of going for a drink after work. I turned him down of course. I know what you're thinking but I didn't want to be drunk for Christmas day anyway.