Jayme arrived back at the ARC alongside Abby and Connor who began putting various equipments away. She wandered into the main control room, her eyes flicking to the hub where the field co-ordinator usually sat. Jess was nowhere in sight but she soon saw Becker coming into the room as Abby and Connor left with EMD's, taking them back to the armoury. Well, she had to ask someone.

"Becker, do you mind if I ask you something?" Jayme wondered as she walked over to the head of security.

"Sure," He replied; glancing at her quickly.

"What happened to my father?" She questioned. She needed to at least attempt to understand the situation.

This caused him to look at her; she was leant against the bench beside him, watching him with bright blue eyes. She looked so confused, he had no idea what had gone on when she was away at the anomaly with Jenny but whatever it was, it sparked something inside of her. Something that made her want to know more about her parents. He didn't know what to say, he assumed she could handle herself, considering she's spent four years in the past, or the future, it didn't matter, they were both dangerous places. But she seemed so fragile at the same time, he didn't know why, maybe it was the eyes. Her face didn't show much emotion, but her eyes, they were something else, they were so clear, they expressed her feelings. He found them so hypnotising. "He was shot, about two years ago," Becker told her, glancing away. He could still remember the way his pale blue eyes just stared into space, no life inside of them. The way people grieved over him, the tears in Jenny's eyes as she gazed at the body of the man she had loved. He hadn't known him for long but he definitely missed that stubborn, impulsive, genius of a man. He always did what was right, no matter the costs or the stupidity involved. He cared for his team, and everyone cared for him. Nick Cutter would always haunt the ARC; he was the first team leader, no one quite managed to replace him, no one ever will.

"Were you there?"

"Yeah, Connor brought him out, he was dead,"

He was dead. Those words echoed through her mind, he was dead. It wasn't possible. How can he be dead if she's been living with him for the past ten months? What was going on? This didn't answer her questions; in fact it left her with more. She changed her mind, she didn't want to be here; she didn't want to be in this time. Living in the past allowed her to hide her own history, hide her emotions. To just travel and learn, but then she met her mother. It felt good at first, having family, starting all over again, and she learned more; she learnt all about how her mother believed there were people responsible for destroying the planet, by using the anomalies for their own selfish reasons. And she wanted to help her, she wanted to help stop what was going to happen, but she didn't want to kill humanity, she didn't want to kill anyone. She couldn't, that's why she left; her mother's obsession scared her. So she left, going back to her usual routine of life, and then she saw her mother's body, everything became even more confusing. She wasn't even sure she was strong enough to handle this. When there were other people around, they were interested in your story, interested in the past that she wanted so bad to forget. And here she was working with the very people she thought were the enemy to protect innocent people from the creatures. And now other people's lives were in her hand. How was that fair? How is any of this fair? Everything became worse when her own father told her the ARC weren't bad people, and she believed him, he seemed to make much more sense than her mother. Now she wasn't so sure, now she didn't understand. The very man she trusted was apparently dead, literally dead, not just missing, but actually dead, gone. Yet he wasn't, so how did it make sense, what happened? How did he survive? "Are you sure he was dead?" She asked him.

"Why do you ask?" Becker questioned, looking back at her, what was she getting at?

"No reason, forget I said anything," She replied, smiling at him. Somehow he was alive, and that was the next thing she would find out. She would ask her dad how he was alive. She had to know, she had to understand at least something in this time.

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"Jayme, what're you doing here?" Nick asked his daughter as she wandered into the flat.

"I need to know what happened when you disappeared, when you left the ARC," She questioned, jumping straight to the point. She didn't sit down, or greet him; she just stood there, watching him, waiting for answers.

"After it blew up?"

"Yes,"

"I heard a shot, ran to check if my team were ok and ran into an anomaly, it closed before I had the chance to get back out," Nick told her, recalling the events that led up to him being lost in the past.

"Wait, you heard a shot?"

"Yeah," Nick replied, watching her curiously, "What's this about?"

"I met a woman named Jenny yesterday, a woman you used to work with," Jayme stated, observing his reaction.

"Jenny Lewis?" He asked in disbelief, he hadn't seen her in so long.

"Yeah, she told me you were shot, Abby said the same thing, and so did Becker when I asked him,"

"I wasn't shot," Nick said slowly.

"Well, according to them, that's what happened,"

Nick was frozen with the new information. Why did his old team members say he was shot? They wouldn't lie, neither would Jenny. That brought his mind back to her, Jenny Lewis, the woman who he was pretty sure he fell in love with. At first it was Claudia, his feelings seemed to continue to the new Claudia, to Jenny, when she came along, but then it grew into more, she was an amazing woman. But there was a shot. He'd heard it. It wasn't him though. Realisation struck him, his eyes widening as he looked up at Jayme.

"The clone," He stated. It was the only possible answer. It must have survived the explosion and then been shot. Question is, by whom? Helen? Wouldn't she be able to tell the difference between the clone and her own husband, or was she too far gone to think about it?

"The what?"

"Helen, your mother, used technology from the future to create clones; she used it to make clones of this guy to use as a small army of bodyguards. But she'd also made a clone of me; I don't know why, maybe to confuse me. If I was shot though, it must have been my clone somehow, it's the only plausible reason,"

"So your clone was shot and you think they think it was you?" Jayme questioned, slowly grasping the situation.

"Yeah, I guess," Nick responded, his head shaking in disbelief. He couldn't believe it; his team actually thought he was dead.

"I'll see you later, I need to go," She told him quickly, giving him a reassuring smile before leaving the apartment. The door shut behind her as she leaned against it in the hallway of the building. She didn't know her mother had made a clone of her own father, come to think of it, she realised she didn't know much of what her mother planned on doing. She didn't know that she planned on killing the human race, or cloning her dad, although she did know of the other clones. Looking back over it, she was never a part of the plans her mother had, she just helped her out; she never questioned it, or even understood that her mother could be capable of killing innocent people. Out of everything that had happened, was she really fully aware of the whole situation, did she understand any of it?