Pairing/s: Becker / Matt
Word Count: 100 x 4
Notes: For primeval100: challenge 250: Past challenges
Using prompts: 32- Charity, 117- Girls, Girls, Girls, 113- Keeping cool, 54- Jenny Lewis,
Becker was tempted to simply cross his arms and declare “I don’t want to!” but he knew they wouldn’t let him off that easily. It’s for charity, they’d tell him, making him feel guilty for complaining in the first place.
Quite how he and his men got themselves nominated for the charity slave-for-a-day auction, he had no idea but if he ever found out who suggested him when Lester was asking for names, he’d make them pay.
It was for a good cause- cancer research- but that didn’t mean he wanted to be paraded on a stage.
As the auction drew closer, Becker got more nervous. He’d worried that no one would bid on him, that he’d look ridiculous, but Connor had gleefully pointed out how many of the women were planning on taking part. Looking around, Becker saw he was right.
It took a lot to scare him, but the enthusiasm of some of those women had him shaking in his boots. They were watching him in the same way a chocoholic would a bar of dairy milk.
“Matt, you’ve got to bid on me,” he said desperately. “Please, don’t let any of them get me.”
Standing on the stage, Becker listened as the biding went higher, mainly between Jess and Jenny. Where the hell was Matt? He was meant to be helping, but instead it looked as though he intended to throw Becker to the jackals, so to speak. Still he kept the cool, calm expression on his face, determined not to let the audience see his anxiety.
Eventually, Jess was priced out and was forced to surrender, and Lester called for Jenny to come and claim her prize.
With a mischievous smile, Jenny led him off the stage, whispering, “I’ve got plans for you.”
“Listen, Jenny, I’m very flattered and everything but I-”
“Now, now, Becker. I’ve got you for a whole day,” she told him, trailing her index finger down his chest. “And I can think of all kinds of fun things to do.”
“Jenny, listen. You’re lovely, but I’m seeing someone.”
Jenny stepped back and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh well, I suppose I’d better give you back to him then.”
Matt came into the room, laughing. “Jenny, thank you,” he said, handing her an envelope of money.
“That was fun. The look on his face!”
Becker glared at Matt. “Evil bugger.”