A/N: So this is a new story that I just had to write. I'm a huge fan of Matt/Becker so I thought about giving slash a try. Not too intense on their feelings yet but it'll get there. This is set when Conner and Abby are still lost and Emily isn't here yet. Matt is having visions/nightmares about the future he's from. There is something that's telling him to go back to do 'something' to save the world and that same force is making him kinda sick. I don't know how to tie everything together yet...but I will! R&R please because I don't know what I would have them do next. Well actually I have an idea...the two of them get lost in an anomaly alone (future or past?) I don't know yet. Oh and its bouncing between both guys POVs

Becker

"Matt!" I ran into the room and jumped onto the bed. Matt was trembling; his slim build convulsed and contracted erratically. "Matt wake up!" I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. He doesn't respond. Not again. "Come on Matt, snap out of it!" I shook him again, this time harder. His eyes were wide open, dilated. He was sweating heavily, his body seized again, knocking all the pillows and covers to the floor. His flailing arms caught me once under the chin before I could pin them down. Damn, you're strong. I put all my weight on him to stop him from not only hurting me again but himself as well.

"No! No! I'm not going!" Matt yelled. He threw his head back into the bed, his face contorted in pain and his hands curled into fists. I grunted as his body tried furiously to buck me off. "It's okay, you're fine Matt," I told him. "I'm not going back!" He cried. I can see the vein in his neck popping out. "It's okay, it's okay," I tried again. What am I suppose to do, how can I save him from a dream? I glanced at the clock; it read three in the morning. I looked back at Matt; he was pale but his breathing became less frantic. I stayed with him till the shaking was reduced to the last quiver.

I sighed. This was the third night in a week that Matt had these "night attacks". It started as bad nightmares but lately it has progressed to full-on seizures. Even when he was forced to go to the infirmary, there was nothing medically or physically wrong the doctors could find with him. The team had never felt so helpless towards their leader. Matt knew what was happening to him, we all could see that, but he wouldn't tell anyone what he knew. For the past month Jess and I have been taking turns staying over at Matt's to help him. He protested at first but finally gave in under Lester's orders.

"Becker? Could you stop shaking me?" Matt said quietly, opening his eyes.

"Oh sorry," I apologized, not noticing I was still sitting on top of him. I fell onto the bed beside him, exhausted.

Matt stared at me, "You look terrible."

I raised an eyebrow, "You should look at yourself."

"That bad?"

I nod.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No." I lied.

"Did I say anything…weird?"

"No," I lied again. He had been rambling and shouting about going, to try and save the world. I tried to confront him about it but he would always brush it off. I do my best to help; the last thing I need is to lose another friend.

Matt groaned and turned on his side. He looked up to face me. "How bad was it?"

"The usual," I said, looking away. I sit up, piling two pillows behind my back. I didn't want to tell him how scared he was every night he woke up. I didn't want to tell him how he cried every time the pain was too much. I didn't want to tell him how scared I was every time I tried to comfort him.

"How's the head?" I asked.

"I'm fine don't worry about me. It's just a giant headache."

"You can't keep doing this. You have to go –"

"I've got it under control!" His voice rose suddenly. "Can you just leave!" He sat up and put his head in his hands, already regretting shouting at me. "Sorry, I didn't mean that," he said more softly.

"Here," I picked up the fallen covers and toss it over him. "I'll be in outside if you need me."

I'm halfway down the hallway when Matt called me back, "Hey Becker?"

"Yeah," I answered, tucking my head into the doorway.

"I - I just wanted to say...that I really like it when you're here," He said slowly, his head bobbed up and down a little. I felt his glassy eyes bore into mine. He was looking sluggish; I'm not even sure he knows what he's saying. "I mean I like it when Jess is here but I'm too afraid of hurting her during – my fits. I don't know what I'm capable of, but when you're here – I feel better. Like everything will be okay because I know you have my back."

I rested my head on the door for a moment then gave him a small smile. He probably won't remember any of this tomorrow. "Get some sleep okay?"

Matt smiled with resignation and nodded. I flipped the lights off as Matt slipped into what would hopefully be some peaceful sleep. I shut the door as silently as I could. Pushing a hand through my hair, I slid down with my back against the wall. I closed my eyes. I could hear Matt snoring lightly, which meant he was okay…for now. I soon doze off myself.

I will always have your back Matt. Always.