Title: The Wedding: Shopping, Sequel to Anti-Fraternization Policy

Author: Pinkcat4569

Spoilers: No

Rating: PG, adult situations

Description: The wedding of Abby and Connor is back on. Jess and Becker are exploring their new "more than friends" relationship, and everyone needs wedding clothes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval or the characters. For fun only.

Author's Note: Silly fluff. I had a hard time with what Connor would wear at his wedding. I think I can see Abby in her dress. Let me know if you want more stories about the wedding. Thanks.

4700 words, broken into chapters. Should read Anti-Fraternization Policy first, probably.

The Wedding: Shopping

"How do you want to look on your wedding day?"

Abby frowned and shrugged. "I've never really thought about it."

Jess gasped. "You're joking! Not even when you were little?"

Abby shook her head.

Jess' mouth dropped open and she stared. "I need a drink," she said, picking up her wine glass. The ladies were at an upscale pub, having a drink before shopping for their wedding dresses.

"I can't believe it. I thought all little girls dreamed of their wedding or played bride."

"I did," said Emily, "and my wedding was nothing like what I had dreamed."

"That bad?" asked Abby.

"No, it was a splendid affair. My gown was beautiful and expensive, the flowers lovely, and the food extravagant."

"You didn't love the man you were marrying," said Jess quietly.

"No. In fact, despite the wedding decorations, it was really a business transaction."

"That's so pathetically sad," said Jess. "We all need a sip of wine after that."

Emily nodded, and Abby laughed, and all three drank their wines.

"I did not mean to upset anyone, and your wedding will not be like that."

"No, it won't," said Abby.

"Neither will yours, Emily, next time, I mean. You'll get married for real," said Jess, smiling. Abby smiled too.

"Yes," said Emily simply, but smiling.

"I'd only marry for love," said Jess. "I'd have a smashing wedding too, and the gown—would make my groom drop dead. Wait, maybe I should re-think that."

Abby giggled. "You should, or the honeymoon won't be any fun."

"Abby!" cried Jess, giggling. "Now, back to business. You must have some idea of a gown."

"No, not really." Jess scoffed. "Sorry, Jess, but I never dreamed of wedding gowns like you."

"Fine. Do you like lace? How about Satin? Do you want white? Do you want a train? How about sleeves and the neckline? Do you want bling, and what kind: beads, crystals, pearls?"

"Whoa! Slow down!" cried Abby.

Emily was watching the two with amusement. "Jess is in her element," she said.

"Apparently," said Abby, shaking her head.

"Sorry. There's a lot to wedding dresses, Abby. I don't want to overwhelm you, though. I'll go out on a limb here and guess that you're not traditional or classic in style?"

Abby looked down at her outfit. She wore an orange camo top, sage green cargo pants, and a nice but weathered brown faux leather jacket. She wore black hiking boots. "What makes you say that?"

.

Jess giggled. "So something unusual maybe, but still simple?"

Abby nodded. "With a slight edge to it."

"Like you," said Jess, winking.

"Exactly."

Meanwhile, Connor, Matt and Becker were also shopping.

Connor had his eye on a pink zoot suit with zebra stripes.

"No," said Matt.

"Why not?"

"You'll probably clash with Jess," said Becker, smirking.

Matt laughed. "Trust me, that girl is not wearing pink zebra to the wedding."

Becker chuckled. "Too bad. It'll be short though."

"Oh, obviously," said Matt.

"OK, how 'bout this one?" asked Connor, pulling out an electric blue tux.

"Are you really trying?" asked Matt.

"Trying to get out of this ordeal," said Becker.

"No, Dude, that would be you," said Connor.

Matt smirked. "He's right. I can see you picking something hideous to weasel out of it."

"I would not. Besides, I already know what I'm wearing when I get married."

"Did you just say 'when,' Action Man?"

"Huh? No. I said if."

Matt, smiling widely shook his head. "Huh-uh, you said when."

"I did not."

"So what would you wear?" asked Connor.

"What any soldier wears: a dress uniform."

"Right," said Connor. "Spiffy."

"Yeah. I look good in my dress uniform," said Becker with a smirk.

"Baby, you'd look good in nothing," said a young woman. Becker blushed.

"Tanya, come on," snapped a man beside her. "Fine way to talk to someone when you're shopping for your fiance's tux."

He pulled her outside, her eyes darting back to Becker.

"Dude!" cried Connor.

"I didn't do anything," said Becker, red-faced.

"Except come between a man and his fiance!"

"I did not. Connor stop it. Now!"

Connor stood, shaking his head.

"What kind of girl looks at guys in a tuxedo shop, anyway?" whispered Becker, nervously looking around.

He suddenly realized there were a lot of women there. Several were staring. At him.

Connor saw it too. "Dude!" he cried, laughing.

"Knock it off, or I'm leaving," said Becker.

"Maybe we should call the girls," said Matt. "You could use advice, Connor, and Becker needs a bodyguard."

Becker smiled. He was already texting Jess.

"Oh my gosh!" cried Jess, a few seconds later, and a few miles away.

"What's wrong?" asked Abby.

"Becker just broke up an engagement!"

"What?"

"Some woman was totally hitting on him while she was there...with her groom-to-be!"

Abby covered her mouth.

"That is horrible!" cried Emily.

"He's asking us to come over and help. Connor keeps picking out disgusting suits and Becker..."

"Needs you," finished Emily

Jess blushed. "Well, yes. We are friends."

"Friends? We saw that kiss, Jess," said Abby.

"There has been nothing more?" asked Emily.

"No. It was just two days ago. We haven't had time, between normal shifts, that emergency in the Thames with the super croc, and then that allosaurus at London Zoo."

"Our time has been heavily engaged," said Emily.

"Let's head over to the tuxedo shop," said Abby.

"Good," said Jess. "Let's go save B...help the guys."

End of Chapter One