Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Wish I did, but I don't.

For the first time in months, the ARC was silent. No yelling, no alarms, no training. Becker relaxed back in his chair, staring at the mound of paperwork in front of him. Yes, the ARC was silent- which just meant he finally had time to catch up on it.

He was ready for the alarm to go off at anytime now. Anything was better than paperwork.

There was a soft knock on the door and Becker turned his head slightly. "Enter."

"Enter? Really?" Connor Temple asked with a smirk.

"What do you want, Connor?" Becker asked, rolling his eyes at his friend.

"Do you know what Tuesday is?" Connor asked, the smirk sliding off of his face. H continued on before Becker had a chance to answer. "A year since Abby and I came back."

Becker nodded, having no idea where this was going. "I remember."

"Abby and I were talking and we want to have a dinner celebrating that we're back home." Connor explained.

Becker nodded, his eyes still looking intently at the young man. "That's a good idea."

"Right! So you'll come then?"

Becker's eyebrows rose in amusement. "Oh, was that an invitation?"

Connor glared, but it was ruined by the light laugh that slipped out. "Yep, Soldier Boy."

Becker's eyes narrowed. "I'll come if you stop calling me that."

"Deal." Connor laughed, moving toward the door. "So Tuesday? After work?"

Becker nodded, turning his attention back the paperwork in front of him.

A year. Abby and Connor had been back in this time for a year. Becker remembered the year before this past one, the sadness he had felt when he realized three of his team members- three of his friends, were lost somewhere in time. Or, they were dead.

Then Sarah died. Killed while trying to find the people they missed so much.

Thinking about Sarah made him think about Professor Nick Cutter. The brilliant man that had led the team when Becker had started at the ARC. The man that had been killed by his wife.

Not that Becker had known the Professor well. The man had always seemed to keep to himself- never letting anyone very close. But Becker had been told many times about the Professor's best friend- the man that had been killed while saving the rest of the team.

The man that had taken a part of each team member with him.

Becker had never had a chance to meet Stephen Hart. H had heard about the man, that he had been an amazing tracker, and a great shot. The man that Abby had a crush on and Connor had looked up to.

He had also heard about the bad. About the man that had slept with his best friends wife. Had broken Abby's heart. Had almost betrayed them all.

And Becker was fascinated. If he had one regret about working for the ARC, it was that he had never had the chance to meet Stephen Hart.

"Becker?" A soft voice questioned, startling him from his thoughts. He looked at the young girl in his doorway, a smile forming on his face.

"Hello, Jess." Becker said, motioning for her to step inside. She did, smiling shyly.

"Did Connor talk to you? About Tuesday?" She asked nervously, ringing her hands together.

"Yes." Becker replied, wincing inside at the look of adoration that crossed her face. He loved Jess, he really did, but his was more like she's my little sister type of love.

He somehow had a feeling that they weren't on the same wavelength with that one.

"Okay, so I'll see you there then?" She asked brightly, turning toward the door.

Becker chuckled. "Yes, Jess. What about Matt and Emily?"

She waved her hand, "Oh, they agreed. It should be fund. A good team outing."

Becker winced once more. Team. It was different for Jess. This was the only team she had known. Unlike him. Unlike Abby and Connor. "Right."

A familiar alarm sounded, making Becker jump from his chair instantly. No more paperwork.

"What do we have, Jess?" Matt asked, coming uo behind them only seconds after they got to the anomaly detector.

"It's-" She started, only to cut herself off and stare at the screen with wide eyes.

"It's where?" Connor asked, coming up beside her. He froze for a moment, then slowly started to shake his head.

"Connor?" Abby questioned, placing a hand on her fiance's arms. "Connor, what is it?"

Connor cleared his throat uncomfortably. Becker felt a twinge of worry when he saw how pal the young man was. "It's at Leek's old base." Connor told Abby softly. Abby paled, pulling back from him and shaking her head.

"Leek's old base?" Matt questioned, confused. Comprehension showed only a moment later. "Oh." He shifted uncomfortably. "You two don't have to-"

"We're going." Abby said softly, turning on her heel and walking toward the door. Becker met Connor's eyes for a moment, noticing the lingering sadness, before Connor shrugged his shoulders and followed Abby out.

"This should be…" Matt started as he quietly followed Abby and Connor.

"Interesting?" Becker supplied, a frown crossing his face.

"Possibly." Matt replied, heading for his truck that was already holding Connor, Abby, and Emily.

Becker went to his own truck, motioning for his men to follow him.

The rid was silent. Connor wasn't chattering on as usual, Abby wasn't making any sound. It seemed that everyone had picked up on the mood- even those that had no idea what was going on.

Once they arrived, Becker and his men jumped from the truck, looking for anything dangerous. Matt and Emily were also out, already something for the anomaly. But Connor and Abby were both still inside the truck.

"They'll come out eventually." Matt whispered.

Becker nodded, motioning for his men to follow him inside the building.

He had been briefed about what had happened here when he started at the ARC. He knew that this was the place Connor, Abby, Jenny, and Nick had been held. Stephen killed. He knew about Helen. He tried to separate that from what he was seeing, but it just came back whenever he entered a room. Was this where they were killed? What had they kept in here?

"It should be in a big open room in the middle of the building." Jess's voice rang in his ear. He heard a gasp from behind him and turned to see Abby behind him.

"Abby-"

"Where they kept the creatures." Abby told Becker, her jaw clenched. "Where Stephen was when-"

"You don't have to come." Becker told her quietly, motioning for his men to go forward.

"Yes, I do." Abby said instantly, moving forward slowly.

"Everything is clear." Connor's unusually sober voice rang out, "I'm heading toward the anomaly now."

The room had been cleared of the cages. No one would have ever known what had happened here. Abby had frozen in the doorway, staring at the anomaly as hard as she could. Like she was afraid to look away, to see the room.

Becker, on the other hand, let his eyes roam around the room. Stephen Hart.

"Something's coming through!" Matt said, raising his EMT at the anomaly. Becker did the same, as did his men.

The figure became clearer and Becker frowned as it started to take a familiar form. "Danny?" Becker called questioningly.

The figure fell through, landing hard on the ground in front of them. He was covered in blood, and Becker lowered the EMT as he tried to see where it was coming from. Face, legs, arms. "Sorry." The figure gasped, shaking his head. "Not Danny."

Abby gasped loudly, and Becker saw Connor lean against a wall in shock. "Stephen?" Abby whispered.

The EMT fell from Becker's hands in shock as Abby rushed around him, falling to the floor beside the man. "Abby?" The man gasped in pain, staring at her in shock. "Where am I?"

"Stephen," Connor said, also falling to the floor beside him.

"Connor?"

"Connor, we need this anomaly closed!" Matt yelled, a frown on his face.

Becker moved forward, closing the anomaly himself. Matt shot him an annoyed glance, but Becker ignored him to move and kneel beside Abby. "Where are you injured?" He questioned, noticing Stephen's hands were holding his leg.

He let out a pained chuckle. "Everywhere."

"We need to take him to the ARC." Becker said, seeing the bloody wounds covering the attractive man.

"We thought you were dead! You were dead!" Abby said, slightly hysterical.

"Nope." Stephen gasped, his eyes rolling back in pain.

"Right." Becker muttered, scooping the man up against him and moving toward the door. "Someone grab my gun."