1. Welcome to the finale. Please remember I wrote this before I watched the season that shall not be named. Similarities are absolutely coincidental.

2. I'm not finished with my thesis but was told to reward myself with something I like because I do great work. So, happy you that I like to reward myself with stuff like this. Still busy. Roccesc, I still have your prompt in mind. I didn't forget you.

3. Thanks to the-social-recluse for the beta of this part of the story.

4. Yes, this is a Bering and Wells fic. No worries. I think this one will make you very happy.

Prologue

"I know a lot about time travel... at least I thought I knew a lot about time travel. I thought that being able to look into the past with my time machine, memories, that they were the only possible form of time travel. And it seems that I was wrong. You proved me wrong, Myka. There are several ways of travelling through time. Apparently, you saw a possible future. You saw something that could be. I'm glad to know that there is something like this. But I don't want you to tell me about it, I don't want to know what you've seen, because... Myka, I'm currently struggling with not living in the past any longer, I'm learning to live in the present and to accept that I cannot change the past or blame anybody for it. Not even myself. And that I have a future. Whatever that might be. There is another form of time travel, and that's... that's the form of it I'd prefer, the one I want to explore myself. That form of time travel is living."

2070

Agent Kyle Masters was about to call it the end of a really long day. He was exhausted, more than exhausted, actually. So all he was thinking about - while he was walking towards the door of his apartment - was getting out of his tuxedo, having a shower, grabbing a beer and then, eventually, going to bed.

His day has been strange. Annoyingly strange. And this was the best Masters could put it, because he couldn't explain at all what had happened. It has been that kind of strange where you start questioning your own sanity, and Masters has always felt like a pretty sane person. But today's mission... Well, Kyle was working for the Secret Service. And today's mission has been... strange. Yes, strange. That was still the right word to put it. Things had happened, and Kyle could not explain it differently. Things Kyle wouldn't have believed if somebody else had told him. Unfortunately, the agent witnessed them with his own eyes, which left him be the one who people didn't believe.

At first, a guy had showed up at the restaurant where Agent Masters was at his job: protecting the president who had had dinner in the restaurant. This guy was really tall, with a remarkable long neck, curly, grey-brownish hair, and most importantly: he had been wearing impressive, purple goggles. The other agents who worked with Kyle hadn't really noticed his appearance, but Masters had spotted him immediately and followed him into the kitchen.

Secretly observing the stranger, Kyle had witnessed how that guy shot the people in the kitchen with some sort of electrocution device, and then covered a certain plate in the kitchen with something Agent Masters would describe as... yeah, 'purple goo'. The effect became perceptible immediately. There had been a really bright light that blinded Kyle, and then, he had become unconscious. When Masters had waken up again, everyone in the kitchen was back at work - as though nothing had happened. And that stranger had been gone. Completely vanished without a trace.

Kyle had reported that incident immediately to his supervisor, only to get accused of being drunk - which he clearly and surely wasn't. Of course not.

They had sent him home, but before he could have been gone, a mysteriously looking woman had appeared in the restaurant as well. She had talked to nobody. Instead she had just headed directly towards Kyle - he had noticed immediately that she needed the help of a cane to walk - to take one of her gloves off and shake his hand. She had looked him directly into the eyes with her mesmerising green ones, smiling and greeting him with a "It's an honour to meet you, Mr. Masters." And after that, she had vanished into the crowd that had surrounded them.

Kyle had a bad feeling about this, but he couldn't put his finger on it. So he had just gone home, and now, he was carefully opening the door of his apartment.

When Masters entered his kitchen, he heard a quiet thud. It sounded like wood was meeting wood, but as though somebody was trying to be very silent... like the noise of a cane colliding with the wood of his apartment's floor right behind him.

Agent Masters immediately pulled out his gun and spun on his heels. There, a few feet in front of him, was the same woman he had met earlier, but this time, she wasn't smiling at all. Strictly, she said:

"I would highly recommend to lower and put away that gun, Agent Masters." Her head was tilted slightly, she was raising an eyebrow at him.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Masters hissed, not lowering his gun and not putting it away. Definitely not! This woman had intruded his apartment. Why on earth would he...?

"I can assure you, Agent Masters, that my intentions are good. But I refuse to talk to you while you are pointing a weapon at me." She paused, then she continued slowly: "You wouldn't shoot an old lady. Not again, Agent Masters, right?"

The agent's eyes widened while he stared at her with his gun still raised. How could she know? This part of his life had been taken care of by the secret service. Masters was a good agent and his bosses had been sure he deserved a second chance. How could she know if she wasn't part of the...?

Kyle regarded that woman carefully. She was older than him, far older than him. Maybe around 50, not old enough for being called an elderly lady. Masters noted that she must have been really attractive when she had been younger, maybe still was. As far as he could judge in the dim light that the street lamps brought into his kitchen, she had bright green eyes and curly, dark hair with a multitude of grey strains in it. The strange woman was leaning on her cane, still glaring strictly at him. "Agent Masters." She repeated with a tone of voice that suggested he would be better off with putting away his gun.

Well, Kyle Masters was intrigued about what this woman wanted in his kitchen. And also-

"How did you come in?" He asked warily, lowering his gun ever so slowly and eventually putting it back to his belt.

"Through the door." The woman replied with both her eyebrows raised. Kyle couldn't tell why, but he had the feeling that she wasn't telling the truth. Something seemed to be off about her.

When his gun was stored away, the stranger took a few steps towards him, her cane causing those typical thuds on his wooden floor. The woman's face was unreadable. But Kyle could see she was watching his face thoroughly.

"What are you doing in my apartment?" He demanded, narrowing his eyes at her. His right hand was resting on the handle of his gun. Masters was suspicious - for a reason.

The woman froze, tilting her head as though she was genuinely interested in his question. "I'm going to," she spoke slowly, as though she was trying to give her words a really strong emphasis, "invite you to a new world."

Masters blinked, confused. He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. Maybe she was just an senile old lady. So the agent shrugged helplessly. "What kind of world?"

Now, there was a smile appearing on the older woman's face. Briefly, less than a slight curl of the corner of her mouth, but Masters had noticed it. He was actually good at noticing things other people wouldn't spot. This was why he had become a secret service agent.

"A world of endless wonder, Agent Masters." The stranger replied, her voice full with this smug undertone Kyle didn't understand.

"What?" He asked now, completely bewildered. Yes, that woman seemed to be crazy. "Who are you?" The agent asked quickly, pondering a way to get her out of his apartment or to call the police without having her notice it.

"My name," The woman sighed while taking a step closer to him. Thud. The noise of her cane on the floor. "is Sarah Bering-Wells." She made another pause for effect. "Miss Bering-Wells for you."

"Miss Bering-Wells?" Kyle repeated and smiled a little bit. A woman of her age... "So there is no Mr. Bering-Wells?"

In reaction to his words, the stranger glared at him as though he was the crazy one. There was also a hint of annoyance in her eyes, before she replied: "I assure you, Agent Masters. There is someone who would fit that description. You will find out during your first medical exam for my agency."

"Your agency? What kind of agency?" Kyle's eyes widened in understanding. "Wait, is this some kind of warped job offer?"

"You can see it as one." Miss Bering-Wells tilted her head quickly, as though she was suggesting someone to attack him. Masters actually jumped when - out of nowhere - a broad and tall man appeared - and Kyle couldn't describe it any different - and reached out a hand with a paper. "How good is your Chinese?" The strange woman asked while Kyle stared at the new man in horror. "I... I... can order chinese food." He suggested, eyeing that man nervously. He looked like a bodyguard to Masters.

"Well." Miss Bering-Wells shrugged. "You should work on that. Your flight to China leaves tomorrow at 8 am. I highly recommend packing. Only the bare necessities. Everything else will be ship-"

"Wait!" Kyle interrupted her and looked from the bodyguard to the letter he was holding and then to the strange woman. She didn't look happy about being interrupted. "Wait. I'm going to China? What? What is this? Some kind of sick joke?"

Miss Bering-Wells looked at her bodyguard. "Tom, do I look like a... 'sick joke'?" She asked, sounding genuinely interested. The other man immediately shook his head. "No, Ma'am.", - came a quick reply. The woman looked at Masters with a 'told you so' facial expression.

"I would recommend reading that letter, Agent Masters." Miss Bering-Wells said now, taking another step into his direction, accompanied by the thud of her cane. "You will be working for me. Warehouse 14. This is my facility. My house."

Slowly, Agent Masters took the letter out of that strange man's hand to open it. While he read over the first lines of his transfer letter, his face completely blank, the older woman continued. "Your flight to China will take off at 8am tomorrow. You will report upon your arrival to Agent Bering-Wells af-"

"Wait." Kyle interrupted her again. Miss Bering-Wells looked annoyed. "Agent Bering-Wells? Are you..." He snorted. "I don't know... somehow related to them?"

"Well, Agent Masters. Agent Paul Bering-Wells will be your boss." Miss Bering-Wells said strictly. "Just as me. And to satisfy your personal interest, even though I think it's none of your concern: he is my brother."

Agent Masters blinked a few times and then grinned. "Wait, so... your husband... or boyfriend is working in the medical department of your facility. Your brother is an Agent, probably under you, since you're doing the job offers." Kyle smirked. "What is this? Some sort of family business?"

Sarah Bering-Wells regarded the agent thoroughly. She took her time doing it, Kyle could watch the muscles on her jaw working while she seemed to be searching for an answer. Then she smiled, ever so slightly, but it was definitely a smile. "Well, Agent Masters." She whispered, cleared her throat and then spoke louder: "You could put it that way."