(Spoiler Alert for Season 4)

Authors Note: Why am I doing this? Because no one else has, inspired by the last appearance of Becker in 4.7, where he tries to save Emily.. I'm not sure if people are ready for this *apprehensive look* be gentile with me.

Thanks again for my brothers help with the soundtrack list (located in my profile), I hope you like this chapter.

-Becker's Point Of View-

The last person, and I am not joking about this, the last person I expected to show up on my doorstep was Emily.

I had been shot twice by an EMD and was given leave of my duties from the ARC for two weeks. It was around 6:00 p.m – pouring outside when there was a soft knock at the door, my first instinct was to think that it was Abby or Jess – they both had been very keen on making sure that I was doing alright.

I opened the door – I couldn't help but let out an unmanly gasp in surprise when I saw Emily Merchant standing before me getting soaked, I stared at her stupidly for a moment, she cleared her throat.

"May I come in out of the rain solider?" She asked politely, shaking myself I stepped aside letting her into my entry, where she stood awkwardly.

"Excuse me let me get you a towel, and please call me Becker." I said hurrying to the wet room. I came back with a towel and she started drying off her long hair.

"I'm sorry to start off this way but didn't go back to your time period?" I had to ask the obvious question, she blushed a deep shade of scarlet.

"I did…but as I said before, I don't belong in that time." She explained, I was inclined to agree with her – I hadn't really spent much time with her one on one but she certainly acted like a modern women.

She stood there awkwardly her clothes that so wet a towel wouldn't do much to help her.

'You can be such an idiot at times Becker' I chastised myself.

"I'll get you some dry clothes…and we can talk in the living room." I all but ran upstairs, looking though my stuff the only thing that I could find that would even work was a red and black plaid button up shirt and a pair of white boxers. Telling myself they would have to do I went back downstairs handing them to her – pointing her to the bathroom, after a moment she handed her wet clothes to me through the door.

I took her clothes into the washroom hanging them up to dry – I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. When the tea was done I brought two cups into the living room setting them down on the table.

Emily was an attractive woman, any warm blooded straight male would have to agree, seeing the wearing my clothes made me a bit squeamish.

She was looking at my expansive bookshelf, it was filled with the classics and many other philosophy and biography books. She turned and smiled at me, not hiding her astonishment.

"You choice of reading material surprises me solider." She commented sitting down on the couch. I sat next to her at a distance, giving her a smile.

"I'll try not to be insulted by that comment, and again, it's Becker, Emily why are you not at Matt's – you should be there not here?" It was a logical question, her and Matt had gotten close, honestly it should be his doorstep that she showed up on, and not mine.

It was only after I said it did I realized my tone was unintentionally harsher than it needed to be. Her change in demeanor was instantaneous …

"Your right, I should be with him and not in the house of a man who's first thought of me was that I might be infection, hostile, psychotic, and I should be locked up." She responded, her repeating the words that I said felt like a slap in the face.

Shockingly her voice wasn't mean when she said this – it was sad. I didn't respond and waited for her to make the next move or comment. I met her dark brown eyes, taking her tea she took a sip.

"Matt had other…priorities beside me." She explained, that didn't make sense.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind it if…" I tried only to be cut off by her.

"Trust me, he doesn't want me around... he told me I had to depart from this time." She explained, her voice breaking slightly at the end. I stared at her, shocked at what I was hearing.

"He told you to leave?" I stated rhetorically, understandably I was more than a little confused, this is because Matt had played it off like he wanted Emily to stay but she had said she wanted to return to her husband.

Why did he lie about that? I looked back at Emily, now seeing just how exhausted she looked.

"Emily, you can take my bed upstairs, I'll sleep on the couch, you're welcome to stay here until you get on your feet." I offered, she gave me a weary smile.

"Thank you solider, I'll won't stay long however."

"Again, its Becker." I said softly, we stood up and wordlessly I took her to my room, and she turned in the doorway to face me.

"In this time they say there are no honorable men left, women who say this haven't met you, good night solider." She said softly shutting the door before I could tell her to call me Becker…again.

I stood there, feeling complimented, letting out a sigh I went back downstairs laying back on the couch there were two things that occupied my mind.

First, what was there that I could do to help Emily take up permanent residence in the modern world? Second, what was Matt hiding? I fell into a restless sleep.

The next thing I was consciously aware of was someone singing, her voice was a soft soprano. "Tell him to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, between the salt water and the sea strand, Then he'll be a true love of mine… you alright." My eyes cleared to see Emily sitting on the couch next to me – holding a damp cloth to my forehead – I realized then that I was drenched in sweat – but her very presence was calming.

"What happened?" I asked confused.

"You were having a nightmare – crying out for someone named Sarah." She said softly, I ran my hand across my face, I really was drenched in sweat.

"Are you feeling any better Becker?" She asked worried.

"Yeah…" I said then smiled at her. "Hey, you called me Becker."

To be Continued…