Abby practically refused to ever leave Connor's hospital room. She'd pulled up a chair next to his bed and slept, when she woke up she'd almost thought that all this had been a dream… until she looked at Connor's unconscious, sleeping, body; and the pain came back to her, just as strong, if not stronger, than before.

She couldn't cry anymore, though. All she could do is stay with him and hope he comes out of the coma… and when he does, she would tell him how she felt, once and for all. No more holding back, no more protecting herself from the possible bad outcomes, and certainly no more pushing Connor away.

She slipped her fingers in between Connor's, holding his hand, hoping that somehow he could feel it, and somehow he could know that she needed him to be okay. She heard the door open and looked around to see Dian standing in the doorway. Abby wanted to know what had happened, but anytime she asked Dian, all she did was walk away as if it was too horrible for her to even think about.

"Dian? You okay?"

"Yeah," she said cautiously. "Um… can I have a moment alone with Connor?"

"Oh, yeah, of course." Abby reluctantly let go of his hand and slowly left the room, shutting the door on her way out. At least this would give her a chance to grab something to eat from one of the vending machines.

Dian had avoided coming to see Connor for as long as she could, but she couldn't stop herself from coming in here to see his condition for herself. She ran a hand down the long white bandage on his chest, where the knife cut was. Even though he had a wrapping on the burn wound, she could see a little of the blistered skin on his shoulder and that made her wince. The cuts on his arms were bandaged, and she could see blood that soaked through the fabric of the bandage.

Exhaling deeply, Dian sat down in the chair next to the bed and held Connor's hand, wincing a little at the pain from her raw hands, and her shoulder was still sore from when C. had shot her… she was lucky that he'd only shot her with a tranquilizer gun, where he'd gotten it, she had no idea. But, she pushed the thought away, turning full attention to Connor's unconscious body. "Connor, I promise I'll help you wake up. I'll do whatever I can," she said. "I think… I think I'm going to make you this promise; I'm gonna find a way to get you out of the coma, and then I'm going leave… I'm going to go back with my dad to my time, as I know I should. You can be with Abby and she can take care of you." She laughed once. "She loves you, ya know. I think you'll know that when you wake up; she'll tell you, I'm sure of it." This was obviously a good thing for him, but hurt Dian very much.

"Somehow, Con… somehow… I will make this up to you; I'll find a way." She stood up and kissed him on the cheek and whispered something into his ear, and then she left the room. Closing the door behind her, she stood there for a moment in thought. She wondered… Area 51 had a ton of future technology; perhaps they could help her, give her something to wake Connor from his unconscious sleep… maybe… just maybe. She knew it was worth a try, at least. But, for now, she needed to get some sleep, and the waiting-room chair was going to have to suffice.

"Eric, please-"

"Shut up, Quinn!" Eric roar at Danny, as he had been for the past 10 minutes, telling him about how stupid he was and how much this was going to cost the government to fix. No doubt the airport would sue for the destruction, and for causing panic amongst the people there. "It seems to me that you are more trouble than you're worth, Quinn! Do you even have the slightest idea how much this will cost?" Danny tried to speak but Eric didn't give him time to. "Plus! We've lost two of your team to an anomaly! And on top of that! Three others are nowhere to be found!" His face was red with sheer anger and his voice got louder and louder until he was spitting in Danny's face.

Eric breathed deeply, trying to calm himself. Rubbing a hand over his stressed face, he tried hard to regain his logical sense and see past the anger fuming inside of him. "The most… logical decision I can come to is… well, that's going to be between me and the Prime Minister… for now, Quinn," he was saying in a strained, calm-attempt, voice. "Get this mess cleaned up, and go home… your assistance is no longer required for the day… I'll see you tomorrow." He left without hesitation, and didn't wait for a reply.

Danny knew he couldn't go home and sleep; even though it was starting to get dark… he wouldn't be able to sleep at all tonight, worrying about Sarah and Becker. What were they going to do? How were they going to get them back to the present? Or were they going to get them back, at all? He would never sleep… no, so he thought of something that he could do to take his mind off it… he went to a bar to get a drink… or 5.

And, when he got there, he did just that… he drank his heart out and tried to forget his worries… and that he did, but he also forgot more than he wanted to... or so he would find out in the morning…

Morning came faster than Alex had wanted, he couldn't sleep through the night steadily… he had dreams; horrible, horrible dreams. Dreams about the masked doctors drilling into his skull and putting whatever it was they'd put into his brain. He was remembering what he probably shouldn't be remembering… they'd done something to him, but what? Or perhaps… perhaps he was just really going mad… he didn't know which frightened him more.

But, as the sun rised, he knew that he had to continue on and try to get through the day's work and head to London as soon as possible. Mental or not, he still had to find Dian, and perhaps he could figure out what Area 51 had done to him when he found Cutter.

For now, he worked… and worked, and worked, and worked. But, the "visions" were starting to get worse and affect him more and more. Only this time, he was seeing different things… started seeing the inside of Area 51 and the things that were there… they were horrible. He saw bloodshed and fear and panic… he saw sacrifice and pain and tragedy… but most of all… most of all, he saw the military doing things that no one should ever do.

He saw every secret that Area 51 had to offer, and what he was seeing wasn't even half of what there was… why was this happening to him? He had never had so much knowledge of government programs and secrets in all his life… but now it was coming to him in intervals, like the information was being downloaded very painfully into his very brain… but for what purpose?

"GAHHH!" he yelled painfully as another vision ended, leaving him worn and sweating and hurting. He dropped to his knees, the pain proving more than he could handle, and his hands gripped at his hair as the agony ripped in his brain… he couldn't take much more of this, but he knew that he wasn't going to stop happening. He just had to get through the work day… then he would be able to worry about this… and hopefully resolve it.

Being in Australia was weird for him… maybe not as weird as the anomalies had been, or the visions he's been having, but weird none-the-less. He'd seen at least two kangaroos at a watering-hole nearby, and he'd never seen a kangaroo before in his life… then there was the heat, oh the endless heat… it was unbearable. Of course, he was used to the rainy and cold weather of London… so he was probably just exaggerating.

He was hoeing a ditch when he heard a sonic screeching in his ears, and he dropped down to his knees hard, covering his ears with his hands, doing no good to block the sound. It was the only thing he could hear, it was in his own head and it was about the burst his brain or eardrums. He blacked out… not that he'd fallen unconscious, but he just couldn't see anything. He could still hear the screeching, and he could feel the ground beneath him, but he couldn't see a thing. Then it felt like someone had punched him in the face…

The screeching stopped, and he slowly opened his eyes, finding he could see again. He didn't want to move, he was afraid the noise would start again. Then his eye caught something in the distance… a light… a shimmering light… an anomaly. He lifted his head from the ground so slowly, and stared at it with astonishment. No… it had to be a coincidence; the mysterious screeching just happened to happen at the same time an anomaly appeared… yeah, a coincidence…

Alex lifted himself from the ground, his muscles flexing as he pushed against the ground to stand himself up. And, very reluctantly, he went out into the field where the anomaly was and approached it. He looked around him to make sure no one else was seeing the anomaly, or watching him. He carefully slipped through the anomaly, finding himself in the present still… and in London.

He swallowed hard… coincidence? Not so much… "What the hell?" his voice was a whisper and his heart was thudding hard in his chest, blood pounding in his ears.

"So, Mike… how did you get here? I mean, why did you come through the anomalies?" asked Becker as he ate the mysterious meat Mike had cooked for their breakfast. He didn't even want to know what it was he was eating.

"It started about a year ago actually… I went through one of those things and I've not been able to find my way back since."

"A year? That's horrible! You've been here for a year with no one to take care of you?" Sarah said dramatically, acting like a mother with a lost child.

Mike gave her a weird look. "I'm not 5 years old, thank ya very much. And yes… I have. But, I've learned how to take care of myself, and how to survive in the different time periods."

Becker prodded him further, "And where did you originally come from? Your accent is American, right?"

"Yeah, southern actually, even though I may not sound like the old country folk you probably think of when you hear that… East Tennessee, raised but unfortunately not born. See, I was born in Cardiff, England, but my mom sent me to live with my grandparents in America when I was 6… just old enough so that I can remember my parents," his voice got quieter as he spoke.

"Right," Becker said with a little sympathy. "Well, Mike… we can help each other to get back to the present, if you'd like."

Mike laughed. "Yeah, sure… if you want to tag along with me ya can, but just as long as you don't slow me down or anything." He got a few things out of his backpack and laid out a sort of map onto the table. "So… what's our next step? Where do we go from here?" The map was a map of the timelines and past anomalies… he'd recorded all he knew about the anomalies and even wrote possible predictions… this kid… he was a genius.

Becker stared at him in astonishment… He reminded him so much of Connor… more than anything, and it was almost scary how much he reminded him of him…

There was a thud from outside, and Mike jerked his head up, immediately running to the corner of the cabin and grabbed a rifle and two hand guns, one of which he handed to Sarah, and the other to Becker, even though Becker already had his gun that he'd brought with him. "Be careful, guys… I don't want to be responsible for your deaths." He stood in front of the cabin door, preparing for a battle with whatever prehistoric creature was out there, smelling for its next meal… which could potentially be them…

TBC in Chapter(what else?) 11!

Eh... this one is a little short, but hey, to be fair, it's like 3am right now and i've just finished it... what can I say, i'm a dedicated writer. :)

Hope you're enjoying it! I've got a lot planned for Chapter 11, but first I need to sleep! ;)

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