There she stood. Frightened. Alone. Behind a closed door they were talking; talking about her 'condition', her 'problem'. She was so young. Too young to be exposed to this. Too young to feel this helpless. An eight year old shouldn't have to go through this, they should be at home, with a family, not here, not having their own foster parents send them away simply because they didn't understand, because they didn't know. All around her people cried, they shouted, they stared; as if their life were simply a mirror image of what they once were. They were all wearing the same clothes, white clothes. Everything here was white; it was driving her crazy already. Why white? What was it supposed to represent? A new start; to refresh the mind and begin again? To her it felt forceful; it was there to corrupt the mind, to change it, to force it into a blank shadow of what it used to be. White represented cleanliness, as if they thought of her as dirty, like she could so easily stain the walls with her thoughts. They wanted control over her, not that they would admit it. That's what they wanted over everyone here, control. They believed them to be a burden, if they could force them into a routine, force their minds to stop thinking for themselves; then they would be 'fixed'. Yet they acted like they cared, they wore a sickly sweet tone with every word; it was fake; it meant nothing. It terrified her. No one believed her. That's why she was here. They assumed there was something wrong with her; if they didn't understand what she was saying, what she was thinking, then there must be, right? That's how it worked here. Everyone here was crazy. She was crazy. That's what this place was about. That's what everyone believed. What they didn't know is that she wasn't. Although every second spent in this place felt like insanity. This was the first time she had stepped through into this building, the first time these walls surrounded her. Now she wouldn't leave. Now she would stay here. Why? Because she was insane. That's what they wanted her to believe. She wasn't. She was telling the truth the whole time. A truth that scared her beyond belief, a truth she was too young to understand. But she would, as soon as she managed to escape this place, she would discover the full story behind what she saw; even if it was dangerous, even if it was fatal. They didn't believe her, no one believed her. It sickened her, it terrified her, what she had encountered paralysed her with fear. But she had to go on, there was a reason behind it all, there was something happening, and she wanted to find out. She wanted to discover the truth. Jayme needed the truth. Even if it killed her.

Two weeks had passed, two long weeks. Nothing had happened, nothing had changed. The ARC was running as usual, there had only been one anomaly during those weeks, one that led to the cretaceous. It was dealt with quickly, they did have to find a couple raptors and attempt to put them back, and they did, eventually. At least no one had died; there had been no injuries either. They were lucky. The problem with nothing happening was that Jayme and Danny were no closer to tracking Amanda down. They had spent two weeks strategising, checking a couple factories and buildings that were abandoned and near the site of the split second anomaly. No luck. They had found nothing. They assumed she was laying low for the moment, probably planning something, but what? That's what they needed to know. The good news was that Danny hadn't been detected hacking into the government files, at least they hoped, no one had said anything; there had been no visits, or queries. It was as if no one knew. Luck may be on their side for that situation. They were glad for it. If he had been detected, then things would have gotten bad, very bad. Other people would become involved, people who trusted Amanda; the very people Danny and Jayme didn't want finding out about their mission. They wouldn't believe them; which was why they kept it a secret, they didn't want interference, especially from people who would put a stop to their mission. That wouldn't be good at all.

The trouble with there being very little action during those two weeks was that there was more time for your thoughts to creep up on you, to drive you crazy. That's how Becker felt. He still hadn't talked to Jayme, this was getting ridiculous, and with every passing second it was becoming harder to try and do. She had been avoiding him, not looking him in the eye, trying her best to stay away from him. It was killing him. He needed to talk to her, his thoughts were eating him alive and yet he couldn't, and she wouldn't. Sam was becoming more confused, more suspicious. He hadn't even been able to focus on her very well; his mind was on someone else. It wasn't fair on her, but he just couldn't understand it. It wasn't the same. Being with Sam, even near her, wasn't the same as simply seeing Jayme. It shouldn't be like that; why did it have to be that way, why couldn't life be easy? Leaving things unsaid led to this exact feeling; much unhappiness has come into the world because of it. Yet he didn't just feel down, he felt angry too, he was mad that she wouldn't talk to him, it meant that he couldn't attempt to fix the situation, he couldn't attempt to put the pieces back together.

"Becker, I have the security reports you wanted," A voice said from the door of his office. He looked up, finding Kate standing by the doorframe, papers in hand.

"Thanks, Kate," He stated, walking over and taking the reports from her. She lingered by the doorway, taking a couple seconds before she spoke again.

"If you don't mind me asking, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's... Everything's good,"

"Good, I'll be in the armoury if you need me," She responded, sending him a friendly smile before leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind her. If he wasn't going to be honest with her then she wouldn't push it, he may not be ready to talk about what was bothering him yet, so she would wait and see what happened.

Becker placed the reports on his desk, glancing around the room for a moment before wandering out of the office himself, and locking the door. He had to stop the confusion in his mind, he needed to talk to Jayme; they had to figure things out. He was determined now, no more waiting around. He had to find her, and talk to her. It was as simple as that. Although what he was going to say was still a mystery, he would just have to think as he spoke, hoping that it wouldn't turn out too bad.

He soon found her in the main control room, leaning against the ADD and talking to Jess; her usually routine for the day. She often helped Jess when she was at the ARC; the two were becoming quite close, they were usually always together. Becker made his way over to them. Jess looked up, glancing quickly at Jayme as she found Becker standing beside them. She knew how awkward things were between them, everyone knew.

"Jayme, I really need to speak to you," He stated, his gaze fixed on the brunette.

"Not now, I'm busy," She responded, turning away abruptly and wandering towards a corridor to her right. She walked through it, her pace quickening; she didn't want to talk, not now. It was too hard to even look at him, too painful. He shared a quick look with Jess, she could see the desperation on his face; she was always good at reading people's expressions, so was Emily. It made it very risky to be alone with them if something was troubling you, they always seemed to know. He glanced away, his eyes fixating on the corridor. He moved away, following Jayme through it, his pace increasing as he went.

"Will you just stop walking away and talk to me?" Becker called after her, frustration sinking in. He jogged through the corridor, catching up with her as she sped away. He held a hand out towards her arm, stopping her from moving.

She spun around, facing him, blue eyes looking up at his. "What do you want me to say?" She shouted, shaking her arm free from his grip, "What do you want from me?" She questioned; her voice cracking. She didn't want to talk, she couldn't.

"You left me, Jayme! You walked away, you left; losing you once was hard enough. And now you're here again and everything's coming back! Did I really make it that easy for you to walk in and out of my life?" He stated; the volume of his voice matching hers. He didn't care who heard, he was here, he got her to talk; he wasn't finishing this until it was clear, until everything was clear.

"This isn't just about you, Becker! I left for me, I had to!"

"You didn't explain it, not enough! And you wouldn't talk to me when you came back! There are so many things that need to be said. Where did you go? Did you ever think about me? Did it hurt? But of course, I can't say any of that, right?"

"Well, I'm sorry me leaving hurt so much, it hurt me too. But you cannot stand there and expect me to talk to you like everything's ok, things have changed!"

"Did you ever even care?" He asked; his voice quieter now. It was as if it took too much energy to even say the words, the words of a question he had to ask, he needed an answer.

"Of course I cared," She stated, her voice trembling, "I cared so much it terrified me. I had to leave, Becker, I had to leave and figure out who I was, you couldn't expect me to stay here and pretend like it was all going to be alright. There are some things you need to work out for yourself, alone, that was one of them. But you can't go around acting like you're the victim, it's not fair, Becker. Trust me, it hurt me too,"

Everything felt inconsequential compared to how he felt, words weren't enough; this wasn't enough. Here he was standing listening to her, hearing her voice tremble, hearing her breath shake. It wasn't right, to see a person so vulnerable, to see her like this, it killed him. "That kiss we had, back in the future," He began, taking a deep breath. If she was going to be honest, the he had to too, "It was unexpected. The thing is, it wasn't that long, and it certainly wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies these days... But it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever," He stated, his voice coming out very calm compared to how he felt. There, he had said it, he had told her the truth, the full truth; how he felt about it, about the kiss, about her.

"And now everything's changed, now you have a new life," She stated, wiping a tear away from under her eye, "I've been in relationships before, but none have ever felt as real as every moment I spend with you. But it hurts too much, Becker, I can't stand here and act like nothing's changed. Because everything has, you have a girlfriend, you should try not to mess that up," She told him, her gaze flickering to the floor and back up to his brown eyes. "Is that this talk over, are you happy now?" She whispered, another tear falling down her cheek.

"I don't think there's anything left to say, but happy? That isn't something I'm feeling right now,"

"I'm sorry," She murmured. Each word felt heavy, meaningless, they didn't show the true depth to how either of them felt. It hurt to breathe, to stand here, listening to the beats of their hearts, listening to the silence. A lot had changed over those three years; nothing would ever be the same again.

The anomaly siren came to life, startling the solider and the brunette. They both glanced at each other, it was only for a second, but when their eyes met, both Jayme and Becker knew things were far from over. Things were still left unsaid, feelings still lingered, feelings they couldn't escape.

"Everyone get the EMD's, turn your black-boxes on, we have an anomaly," Matt, the team leader, announced, as the team members all wandered into the room from their various directions. Jess glanced over at Jayme, whatever had gone down between her and Becker had hurt her, had hurt both of them. The field co-ordinator could see it; it was etched on both of their faces. She hadn't realised how strongly they felt about each other, not until that moment, not until she saw their faces, not until now.