I just can't keep away, can I? After last night's finale of 'Traveler,' I didn't even know what to think…except that I wanted more. The problem is, the way things are looking now this is the end of the line…which means fanfiction is all I have left. And I can't think of a better way to deal with a cliffhanger like that one than to write my own ending. So, that's what I'm doing. This story picks up right where the show left off, and is my take on how things might have turned out. I've got a basic idea for an ending, but I haven't written very far ahead, so we'll just have to wait and see how this pans out.

DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS – I do not own 'Traveler,' or any of the characters, nor do I own any lyrics, quotes, etc. used in this story. This is rated Teen, for language, blood, violence…you know the usual. It is a multi-chapter fic, although right now I'm not exactly sure how long it will be. This is unbetaed, so any mistakes are mine and mine alone. This is set after 8th episode ('The Exchange') so all spoilers are fair game.

"In the middle of a gun fight...

In the center of a restaurant...

They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"

Well, they're never gonna get me,

Like a bullet through a flock of doves...

To wage this war against your faith in me,

Your life...will never be the same.

On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer."

"You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison" – My Chemical Romance

Begin Again

Chapter One

Fire and shrapnel burst forth as the car erupted in a pillar of flame. For a moment they stood there, transfixed, until Will broke their stunned silence.

"Go, go," he ordered, shoving Tyler to get him moving. "Come on, come on, go."

He didn't have to tell them again – Jay and Tyler turned and bolted with him. They ran, away from the fire and twisted metal, away from the plan that shouldn't have gone so spectacularly wrong.

It was a long while before they stopped to look back. Even then black clouds bellowed up from the wreckage. Sirens wailed in the distance.

"What the hell was that?" Tyler asked finally, unable to tear his eyes away from the smoke.

Will didn't have an answer for him. "We need a car," he replied instead, scanning the area. He didn't add that he felt like sleeping for two weeks – it wasn't important. Not now, anyway.

They ended up choosing a teal Taurus in a nearly deserted lot. It had definitely seen better days – the paint on the hood had been chipped away, and scratches ran down the side. But it didn't look like anyone had been behind the wheel in a while, which was a plus – it was less likely that somebody would come looking for it.

The wound in Will's side was throbbing as he hot-wired the car, but he pushed the thought aside. He didn't have time for pain. Right now, the number one priority was to get the hell out of Dodge, and fast.

Finally the engine rumbled, and Will climbed back outside. He slid into the back, while Tyler took the wheel and Jay sat beside him in the front passenger seat. It was a small car, so space was lacking, but at that point they were grateful for anything with wheels.

Will leaned his head against the back of the seat, letting his eyes slide shut. And instant later he forced them open – he had to stay awake, they hadn't even escaped yet. But it was so damn hard, and the lull of darkness was almost overwhelming.

Tyler's eyes flicked up to meet his in the rearview mirror. "Where to?" he asked.

"West," came Will's soft response, and a few moments later he lost his fight for consciousness, drifting off into oblivion before the car was even out of park.

oooooooooooooooooo

Agent Jan Marlow felt her stomach drop, and the world tilted. For one uncertain moment she thought she might be sick, but she had to control herself. She fought to calm her breathing and quiet her heart as it threatened to beat right out of her chest.

All this time –Chambers had been involved from the very beginning. He'd tried to have her killed, they same as Borjes. The problem was, Borjes hadn't survived.

There was a quick rap of her door, and Chambers stuck his head into her office.

"How're you holding up?" he asked, sidling in and giving her what was no doubt supposed to be a concerned glance.

"Fine," she heard herself say.

"If you need anything…" Chambers let the offer hang, and nausea welled back in Marlow's gut at his feigned sympathy. For all she knew he could have pulled the trigger himself – sent the bullet spiraling right into Borjes's chest…

"I'm fine," she repeated, more firmly this time. "Thank you, but I'll be alright. I just…I just need to be alone."

He nodded respectfully, and she fought back a scream of rage and fury and shock. Chambers left without another word.

Marlow sank into her chair, stunned. How could she not have known? He'd always been so adamant to wrap this case up, to have it over and done with. She'd chalked it up to zeal for his job, for his country. She realized now that he was only trying to cover his own tracks.

With a sudden jolt she realized that Burchell and Fog really were innocent after all. As for Will Traveler – well, she had no way of knowing if he was just another pawn…or an accomplice.

The walls were closing in, choking her. She didn't know where to go, but she knew she couldn't stay here – she rose from her seat, half expecting Chambers to burst back through the door, gun raised…but he didn't. She hurried out, brushing through a crowd to the door. She'd almost escaped when—

"Agent Marlow?" Chambers called out uncertainly after her. He crossed the room, closing the gap between them.

Marlow fought the urge to run. Instead she turned to face him, shaking her head. "I'm sorry," she managed, only to find herself on the verge of tears. "I can't – I have to go home."

Chambers opened his mouth to speak, but she really couldn't take any more of his shit right then, so she turned and walked away.

oooooooooooooooooo

Jay didn't remember falling asleep, but when he opened his eyes to find his forehead pressed against the window and dawn's first rays peeking over the horizon, he realized that he must have done exactly that. He straightened out, surveying the sparse scenery.

"Where are we?" he asked, frowning. Tyler cast him a sideways glance.

"Ohio," he supplied. "Every once in a while I've been leaving the interstate, and taking the state roads. I don't think we really have a set destination. I've just been heading west." His eyes darted up to rearview mirror.

"Is he still asleep?" Jay asked, twisting in his seat to glance at Will, who was thoroughly unconscious, and slumped against the door.

"Yeah," Tyler replied with a frown. "You think we should wake him up?"

"Twenty-four hours ago he was digging a bullet out of his side," Jay pointed out, turning back around. "He could use the rest – he probably feels like shit."

"He looks like shit," Tyler murmured, his gaze returning to the road.

"…Thanks," a voice muttered from the backseat. Jay looked back to see Will sitting up, shaking his head to get his bearings. He stared out the window, frowning.

"Ohio," Tyler told him, and Will nodded.

"We can't stay in this car much longer," he said, but after that fell silent, his eyes fixed on the farms and houses that flashed by.

Tyler reached for the radio, flicking the knob just in time to catch the hourly report.

"We have further updates on the Drexler case. Carlton Fog, father of one of the suspected bombers, died in the hospital last night. Fog was shot by an unknown suspect yesterday afternoon, moments after he was arrested for alleged contact with his son--"

Jay turned the radio off, watching Tyler carefully. His eyes were still on the road ahead, but the color had drained from his face.

"Tyler?" Will asked quietly, but Tyler didn't answer. It was a long moment before he finally managed to speak.

"He…I mean, he tried to have us killed," he said, obviously searching for reason where there was none. "He wanted me dead, so…."

But he couldn't find the words. No one could – so they drove on in silence.

The next hour was tense, and quiet, until Will spoke up from the back.

"Pull over," he said suddenly, and Tyler complied, rolling to a halt in front of a rusted out station wagon. There was a sign taped to the window that read "$800 – Cash." A man sat smoking on the front porch of an old brick house, watching them suspiciously.

Will climbed out of the car before Jay or Tyler could say a word. He paused by the driver's side door and tapped on the window, leaning in as Tyler rolled it down.

"Keep on this road, and meet me at the next gas station," Will explained. He waited for Tyler's nod before backing away and trekking up the driveway, waving to the man as he approached. He didn't even look back as the engine rumbled and Tyler and Jay drove off.

TBC

And that's chapter one. It's strange to be writing something multi-chapter again – I've been writing just one-shots for awhile now.

I hoped you liked it, and please review. Seriously. I mean, I'm not going to demand a certain number of reviews or anything, but if I don't get feedback, then I'm just not going to bother with this. And the automatic reviews I'll get from my sister don't count, either. So, if you want to read more, . All I'm asking for is two more seconds of your time – and I've got no problems with anon reviews if you don't feel like logging in. If all goes well and I hear back from a few of you, I'll have the next chapter up by Tuesday.

Cop, aka Child of a Pineapple