Homemade: Abby

"I'm envious," said Jess. "I wish I could sew."

Abby chuckled. "I'm not so good, Jess. My expertise consists of stitching creatures together. I may have been too ambitious. I've never used a sewing machine."

"Looks good to me," said Jess.

"Thank you," said Abby, then with a smile, she added, "but you can't sew either."

Jess smiled. "True, but neither can Connor, so he should be impressed as well."

"I hope so. I should have just stuck to a scarf. Why in the world I thought I could make this I'll never know."

"He'll love it Abby."

"As long as it somewhat resembles it, yes."

"You're too hard on yourself."

"Maybe. Ouch!" She stuck herself with a pin. "Why did I think making our gifts was a brilliant idea?"

"Because they'd be heartfelt and meaningful."

"Right," said Abby. "That was dumb. Ouch!"

Before she knew it, it was the ARC party, and she stood before Connor with her homemade present in a large box.

"Thanks, Abs," he said, smiling. He took the box and couldn't resist shaking it. "Huh, quiet and sort of heavy. I'm stumped."

"Open it Connor."

He ripped into it. Inside was a long, blue coat, WW2 style.

"Oh, wow. Brilliant!" He quickly put it on, grinning broadly. "Abby, I love it! It's fabulous!"

"Thanks Connor."

Connor struck a brave pose. "Am I dashing?"

Abby laughed. "Yes, Connor, very dashing."

He smiled. "Guys! Look!" He cried. "Abby made me a Jack Harkness coat!"

"A what?" asked Becker.

Jess rolled her eyes. "Jack Harkness? The gorgeous time agent/immortal/rogue from Torchwood and Doctor Who?"

"Oh, I see. It's science fiction, fantasy," Becker said like it was a plague.

"You are such a macho snob," said Jess.

"A cute macho snob," he corrected her. "And you and Connor are geeks."

Jess glared. "Cute geeks."

Becker smiled. "In your case, yes."

She laughed. "Becker doesn't find you attractive, Connor."

"Thank God," said Connor. "I don't want to copy Captain Jack that much."

Abby laughed. "I hope it doesn't fall apart," she said. "I'm not such a good seamstress."

"No worries. It's great. Abby, your the best."

"I know," she said with a smirk and, kissing him. Then she grabbed him by the coat lapels. "Don't get any ideas. I don't want you shamelessly flirting and hitting on anything that moves. Remember, even in this coat you're still mine."

Connor saluted. "Yes, ma'am."

The End