A/N: Hello everybody.

Finally, after over a year I'm back. For everyone who wants to know what I did during this time, please feel free to visit my profile page.

Well, this is the last part of my triology, starting with "Rollercoaster" and "Doing Everything". You don't have to read them to understand this story. I'm going to explain during the chapters, what you might need to know.

Oh and due to my full time job now, I won't be able to upload as often as you're used to. To be on the safe side, let's say, I'll upload every two weeks. (I hope you're not too disappointed by now)

Anyway.

I hope you all are still with me and enjoy my new story. As for this one I kind of had a song for each chapter playing while I wrote them. For the first chapter it was "Echo" by Jason Walker. Maybe you can give it a listen and tell me how do you liked the song.

This chapter is not beta read. And I don't own anything except for my OC's.

So, Enjoy!

The weight and worry fell from her heart in a sudden rush, she realised that the screams she had heard, that drew her from her hiding place had not been Becker's as she had feared, but Galant's. The bastard, the sick twisted nightmare was gone. He had died and nothing could stand between herself and Becker. Her wonderful hero, her knight in shining armour, and above all else, the love of her life.

Her brilliant smile grew and she stepped back, suddenly exhausted. It was over. She leant back against the cool metal of the lift. Relaxing and letting it take her weight, her eyes fixed on the Captain in front of her, drinking in the sight. The amount of blood, which should have worried her, only added to the appeal of the view. His sweaty face reminded her of his return from incursions, something she loved almost as much as the man himself.

It was that shining, glorious moment when the lift doors decided to open. With a shriek of horror, Jess fell backwards, awaiting the floor of the lift. But there was nothing, only emptiness. Screaming she fell down the depths.

"JEEEESSSS!" Becker cried from the depths of his soul as he saw her falling backwards and disappear into nothing. He sprinted forward, his arms reached out and grabbed hold of the edges to lean over and peer down the shaft. His heart started to beat erratically as he saw her lying motionless on the ground, blood streaming from under her head and spreading over the concrete.

"JESS!" It screamed through his mind and Becker awoke in a sudden, heavily panting, his heart beating fast and painful in his chest. His eyes wide open, showing the sheer panic about the nightmare of his memories, were blinded by a bright, cold light. Becker narrowed them to a thin line, trying to recognize anything around him. He didn't know where he was and his mind refused to work properly, being occupied by only one thought: What happened to his Jess.

As the rush in his veins faded, sending his heart back to a normal beating rate, and his brain started to pick up its work, he moved his head from side to side, taking in the surroundings of a white coloured, sterile room. He was lying on a bed. Alone. 'Where was Jess?'

His mind managed to send the last word right through the synapses to his speaking muscles and he whispered: "Jess." The pain of his dry mouth rushed immediately down his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to endure the ache of thousands of needles torturing the sore flesh.

"Hey mate, you're finally awake", sounded the Irish voice from behind, followed by foot steps coming closer.

It didn't take long and the blurred bright light was replaced by a dark silhouette, bending over him.

Becker's eyes started to fixate and not long after the contours became clearer, recognising his co-worker and friend Matt. He greeted him with a faint smile playing around his lips.

"Welcome back, Becker." Matt greeted back, lowering his voice.

"Jess." The Captain whispered again, this time a little louder. He coughed heavily due to his dry mouth and throat.

"Easy!" Anderson replied concerned, reaching for a cup with a straw in it, placing it in front of the soldiers mouth. "Here, drink. You need some liquid."

Becker took in the little plastic material, sucking and swallowing twice, before Matt put the cup back on the side table, starting to explain. "They had to intubate you. That's why your throat is probably still burning. But this will fade. Just try not to talk too much. You need to rest anyway." His last words were spoken a little demanding, trying to order his friend not to speak any more.

But being the Captain he is, Becker strictly ignored his friend, asking again: "Jess?" His eyes silently commanded and pleaded at the same time, begging his companion to give him the answer he needed at most right now.

"Don't speak, Mate." Anderson tried again, but as he saw the other man raising all the strength that was left to speak again, he sighed, finally declaring: "She is," he paused, searching for the right words to say to calm the other man while not lying to him. "Alive." Matt finally stated. "She's alive. Don't worry." And with that, he made clear that he wouldn't allow any other reply from the younger man.

Matt decided, that his friend didn't need to know any more. Not at this state, not under his conditions. For the moment, this was enough.

Becker exhaled audible a relieved breath he didn't know he was holding.

She was alive. His Jess was alive. Thank god, alive. His Jess.

'Jess.' It resounded through his head and the Captain shut his eyes close. He needed all his strength to suppress the memories which unwillingly rushed back into his mind, forming tears at the corner of his eyes. He blinked several times, causing the salty liquids to run down his cheeks and dropping down on the pillow.

"Go back to sleep, Becker." Matt said quietly. "Your heart needs to rest." He lightly patted his friend's arm. As he saw Becker closing his eyes again, he went back to his chair he was sitting in for the last six hours.

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Haunting memories filled his dreams, mixed with fear and anger. He saw Jess falling, over and over again. And over and over again, he couldn't save her, wasn't fast enough at her side, failed horribly. Barely able to take it any longer his mind finally released him from his memories and Becker awoke again, sweat running down his forehead and neck, wetting the white bolster beneath.

He moaned slightly in frustration as he noticed the room hadn't changed. He was still in the hospital room, still lying on the bed, and he realised that his dreams were still true. Jess had fallen down the elevator, but she was alive, wasn't she? Matt wouldn't lie to him. Wouldn't he?

There was only one way to make this sure. He had to get up and find Jess. As he struggled to sit up, a pounding ache ran through his head, making him dizzy, but he managed to steady himself.

In an instant Emily was at his side. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" The Victorian lady reprimanded the patient, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him forcefully back to his lying position.

"I need to get up." Becker answered, trying to sit up again.

"Why?" Emily asked, easily pushing him back to bed.

"I need to see Jess!" The Captain replied vexed. It bugged him that he hadn't enough power to fight against the woman's grip. Was he really that weak?

"No you don't!" The young lady countered, pinning him down to the mattress.

Becker was startled by her forceful voice. Her eyes fixated him, daring him to mess with her again.

"But Jess?" He literally pleaded her.

Emily simply shook her head. "You're not ready to walk around, let alone to see Jess. So stop trying." She demanded, deep concern swinging in her tone.

The soldier huffed angrily, but finally gave in. He lay his head back on the pillow, instantly feeling the headache fading. He sighed audible, his gaze fixed at the right corner of the room. Turning his head back, he looked at the Victorian Lady, sitting in her chair. In a low voice he asked: "Where's Matt?"

"He had to go to an incursion." She explained.

Immediately Becker was back to his Head-of-Security-mode. His head darted forward, reprimanding himself why he didn't even think about his other friends and soldiers. He had to be out there, protecting them, leading the mission.

Emily saw his worried expression. "Don't worry, Becker." She laid her hands back on his shoulders to soothe him, slightly pushing him back. "They are alright. Donalds is in charge, until you're back at full power of course. And Matt told via intercom that they only have to deal with herbivores." Watching him attentively, she continued. "Don't blame yourself, Becker."

What was that? Did he suddenly have a neon sign running over his forehead and stating everybody his feelings?

The brunette smiled heartedly, reading him easily. "Becker, you don't have enough power to hide your emotions yet."

The soldier rolled his eyes at her, starting her to chuckle. He huffed and turned his head away. Shutting his eyes, the exhaustion rushed back over him and he drifted of to sleep.

A/N: So this was the start, I hope you liked it. Please leave a review.

Have a nice day!

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