"Okay, this is strange," Matt stated, bringing his pace to a halt as they approached the end of the alley. The streets of London ahead were the complete opposite of the empty, abandoned ones by the anomaly. There was the small bustle of people all going to work, or fulfilling whatever commitments they had to attend to, and a few cars covering the road. Definitely not many, which meant they were in a time where many couldn't afford a vehicle; although they did find it fairly peculiar to not see the lines of endless traffic stretched out across every inch of the road. It didn't look natural. However, the strange part was how different everything looked in general, at first they had figured they weren't that far forward or back in time, but this had to be at least eighty years ago.

"Wait a minute," Becker began, moving forward slightly to get a better look, leading Jayme to wait on his word for whatever was bothering him, "Is that the Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost?" He questioned, his expression mimicking that of a kid on Christmas day as he turned back to look at them, it only lasted for a second, soon enough his eyes were glued back to the car.

"I'm sorry, you were checking out a car? I figured it would be something that actually concerned us?" The brunette stated, raising her eyebrows at the soldier.

"Hey, I think it is," Matt added, leading Jayme to sigh. He followed Becker's gaze to the vehicle parked on the opposite side of the road, "I've always wondered what it'd be like to drive one of those,"

"I know, I-"

"Okay guys, that's great and everything, but can we focus the attention back on the reason why we're here," Jayme interrupted, hitting the two on their arms to drag their attention away, "We're going to really stand out wearing these, so we need to change, or does that interfere with your plans to stare at a car all day?"

"Not just any car," Matt stated, sharing an amused glance with Becker before focusing his attention back on the brunette, "Anyway, how do you expect to manage that. If you haven't noticed, there are people all over the streets, there's no way we won't draw attention to ourselves first,"

"Wow, you actually noticed other things besides the car that you two have fallen in love with, that's great," Jayme responded, voice thick with sarcasm, "We'll go through a shop's back door," She added, answering his question and acting as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"And how do we get to this 'back door' without going out there," The team leader queried, folding his arms and waiting for the response.

"I was actually thinking we just go through this door, right here," She suggested, pointing toward the wooden door just a few feet back down the alley, judging by the name on it, Jayme was guessing it sold clothes. "Anyway, aren't soldiers meant to be observant, Anderson?" The brunette questioned, sending a raised eyebrow at the men before beginning to walk towards the door.

The two jogged over to catch up, Matt falling to one side while Becker slid around the other, catching her off guard, "Maybe I was just too distracted by you," He whispered subtly in her ear, tracing a hand across her back as he passed; his words triggering a smile that was out of her control.

"Either that or the car," She added, causing him to smirk, and Matt to raise an eyebrow at the two.

"Let's hope this doesn't make too much noise," The soldier went on to say, ignoring the look the team leader was giving him. Speaking of which, Becker was beginning to gather that Matt probably knew a lot more than the brunette and himself had wanted to let on, and truth be told, he wasn't surprised, his subtly didn't always work as well as he hoped around Jayme Cutter.

Being as gentle as he could, Becker kicked the locked door wide open, letting it swing against the wall inside. The room ahead was quite dim, only being lit by the outside world, but the railings of clothes looked relatively organised and clean, making this small job both easy and quick. The range of clothes were pretty much as extensive as suits for men, dresses for women, it was clear that trousers hadn't become very common yet for females, which wasn't ideal to say the least, especially if she was chasing after someone.

As the brunette passed the railings, she picked the first outfit that appeared to fit and wandered behind a large pile of boxes to change, leaving the two men to find their own outfits of this decade. It didn't take long for her, and just as she hoped, the dress fit. It was definitely nothing like her usual attire; instead she was wearing a simple strappy cream dress with elegant tassels at the edge of the fabric which brought it down to the knee in length, covering the dress was a cream lace and to top it off were the elbow-length matching gloves, a set of small pearls, and a pair of heels found in a box in the corner; this shouldn't pose any problems for fitting in. She crouched down to the ground, taking her knife from the set of clothes, giving herself a moment to think. After finally deciding that there wasn't going to be an easily manageable and conspicuous way of hiding it, she simply held onto the weapon and gathered the rest of her clothes from the floor.

"I'm pretty sure I look ridiculous in this, but I guess it'll have to do," The brunette stated as she wandered out from behind the curtain, glancing over at the two men.

"I'm pretty sure ridiculous was not the word I was going to use," Becker responded, giving her a sly onceover, taking a moment before prying his eyes away from her.

"I'm pretty sure you two are nauseating," Matt added, smirking at the pair, before turning back to the clothes railing, "I can't find the right jacket to go with this suit," He murmured, his hands wandering along the different outfits.

"Now you know how we felt when you and Em got together, it's called payback, Anderson," Becker retorted, before adding, "I think I saw a jacket earlier,"

"This might go," The team leader stated, holding up the dark piece of clothing, leading both he and Becker to examine the colours.

"You've got to be kidding, you two are worse than Jess," Jayme interrupted, staring at the two in amazement, "Okay, I know how important it is to look good in front of people who don't belong to our time and who we'll never see again, ever, but can you just hurry this process up," The brunette stated, dumping her clothes, and theirs, in a box and placing it in the corner of the alley outside. "We'll set fire to that after we're ready to go,"

"Why exactly are you planning on burning our clothes, Jayme?" Becker questioned, straightening the skinny tie he wore against the dark charcoal suit which she couldn't help but notice looked far too good on him; so much for trying to avoid distractions on this mission.

"We can't leave them here for people to find. If we don't come back this way then they'd be out there for everyone to see, Becker," The brunette responded, mimicking the same tone he used to say her own name, rolling the words off the tongue in an obvious sort of way.

"Sorted," Matt interjected; in a tone that Jayme wasn't completely sure was meant as a question towards the two, or a statement about himself, either way, it pulled her attention away from the smile she found herself sharing with a certain brown-haired soldier. All of which only led her to realise that her feelings for him may be stronger than she had previously thought. And in all honesty, that scared her, quite a bit.

"Not completely," Jayme began, trying to block out intruding thoughts as she flipped the knife so that the handle faced Becker, "I need you to hold on to this for me,"

"And here I thought you'd find a way to hide that," Matt stated.

"Not in this dress, don't think it would be that easy," She added, handing the knife to Becker before grabbing a dark hat from a shelf near them, "Here, it adds to the look," The brunette told him, placing the hat on his head as she passed, ignoring the all too familiar smirk of Matt Anderson who casually trailed behind.

Striking a match from the packet he had been carrying, Becker set the box alight, allowing the flame to grow as they slid out of the alley, mixing in to the streets of London as best as they could, and travelling as far away from the scene as possible. Trying to blend into a time that neither of the three held any experience in was definitely strange, they weren't completely sure how to act. All they knew was to not draw any unnecessary attention towards them, just in case.

"Do you have a plan?" Matt questioned, keeping his voice low as they passed the various bystanders on the old streets of London.

"I told you, I know where she's going,"

"Yeah, but do you know where that is? It's not exactly the twenty-first century anymore,"

"Thanks Matt, I had no idea," Jayme began, glancing over to him as they walked, "If it's where I'm thinking, the house is still standing in our time, it's this old, grand building. She's been there once before in the present, I followed her through an anomaly that opened there, I'm think that's where she's going anyway,"

"You think? So you don't actually know for sure?"

"Just trust me on this one?" The brunette responded, looking over for a sign of approval, "Please,"

"It's your call then,"

"How far away is it?" Becker queried, taking a quick observation of their surroundings; from what he could see, there was no large house around here, mostly just businesses and smaller homes.

"Not far, at least it shouldn't be; it's across from those trees. You don't tend to see the house until you get past those,"

The three set off across the street, heading onto a small dirt road ahead, one surrounded by a light forest of trees. Jayme wobbled slightly after a small ordeal with a stone embedded in the path, realising quickly that walking along this road was definitely not fun in heels; nevertheless, she adjusted to the awkwardness. As they neared the end of the road; they found that hiding amongst the trees would be a bit more conspicuous, just for the small chance that someone was outside the house; they really couldn't afford to be seen. The familiarity of the house in question eased into Jayme's mind as it came into view, though it seemed to be standing in a much better state than it was in the present. The ivy on the grey stones that built the house was tidy and fresh, unlike the dying branches that clung to the house in the present, the garden was neither abandoned nor neglected, in fact it was tidily kept, and the empty windows from the present were filled with glass now; it was strange how one house could look so different after all these years.

Except it wasn't the house that was drawing the attention of the men, it was the nervous looking woman standing at the edge of the steps leading to the front door that their eyes were focused on, someone who Jayme had failed to notice as she checked the other details of the scene. The car in the driveway was the same car that Amanda had driven away in, but the woman by the steps was definitely not the driver, and the brunette wasn't completely sure who she was. Not once in her mission after Amanda had she come across her. Then again, she may not be involved directly, she certainly didn't look like she could stomach the kind of life Amanda leads, she was barely holding herself together at this moment, never mind any other time.

"Ok, plan-maker, what are you going to do now?" The Irish man questioned, leaning against one of the trees, making sure to keep out of sight from the house ahead. Without a word, or any form of response or signal, the brunette simply walked out from the forest and towards the house, keeping herself looking confident and composed. "Or you could just do that," Matt added, sending Becker a slightly apprehensive look as they watched her wander up to the front of the house. There was no way either of them liked this plan, if Amanda was around, she would recognise Jayme, and that would completely give away any upper-hand they possessed. "What the hell is she thinking?"

"Don't ask me, when she's determined she'll do just about anything," Becker responded, keeping his eyes completely glued to her. If this didn't work out how she wanted it to, he desperately hoped she had a back-up plan. He wasn't even sure how he would react if things took a turn for the worst now, not after everything that's happened, not with everything he felt.

"Damn it," Was all the soldier heard from Matt before the team leader went jogging off towards Jayme. It took Becker a few seconds to recapture his thoughts before he was on Matt's tail, not really noticing what had just happened until he looked closely. "What are you doing?" The Irish man exclaimed, reaching Jayme who held a knife to the woman's throat. The two were against a wall, out of sight from the house windows, but if anyone were to have seen them before they moved, this whole thing was blown.

"Getting answers," The brunette stated, turning her head for a second to face him before planting her eyes back on the small woman in front of her. She was very thin, so thin it was almost as if you could see the outline of her skeleton through the skin. Her eyes were red, and slightly puffy, had she been crying? It seemed hard to not wonder why, she was in no good condition; it was more of a heartbreaking and poignant sight than anything else. Except Jayme didn't have time to ask or worry about why she was in this state, instead she needed answers, so she switched her mind back to the mission and let all sympathetic thoughts fade away. "Who are you?" She questioned; a certain fierce and determined tone in her voice that led Becker to only feel more worried about her.

The young woman was shaking, but her eyes remained focussed on Jayme, and it was only the sheer chill of the knife to her throat that stole away her complete attention, "I can't tell you,"

"Didn't you have the knife?" Matt murmured to Becker, keeping his voice low to not intrude on the scene.

"He did, I took it before I came over here," Jayme interjected, not moving her gaze from the woman.

"She's sly, I'll give her that," The soldier stated, half in admiration, half in confusion; he hadn't given a second thought about the knife until Matt brought it up, how did she manage to take it without him noticing anyway.

"Now, I'm going to ask you again, and this time, I want an answer, who are you?" The knife pressed further against her throat, and the apprehension Becker felt only built up further. This was a side of her he had never actually seen in action, and that worried him.

"That's not important; please, just tell me what you want?" Pleading, desperation, she was either a very good actress, or she feared Amanda, which meant she wasn't working for her willingly.

"I want Amanda, where is she?"

Hesitation, nervous glances, she couldn't help but feel pity towards the woman, but that couldn't get in her way, "In the house,"

"What is she doing here?"

No answer.

"What is she doing here?" Jayme repeated, raising her voice dangerously, using as much force on the knife as she could without piercing the skin.

"She-she's visiting someone, there's a man here; he's helping her with her mission. He's not from this time, none of us are. That's all I know, I swear. Please don't hurt me," The brunette couldn't deny that the vulnerability and fear in the woman's voice tore at her; but she also couldn't have the woman getting to Amanda before she did. She released the knife from her throat, and brought the edge of the handle down hard to her head. Swiftly reaching out, she caught the falling woman, resting her body down gently on the grass.

"What did you do?" Matt questioned, speaking up from the prolonged silence he didn't want to undergo.

"She's only knocked out, she'll wake up soon enough, I just can't risk her telling Amanda anything beforehand," Jayme informed, standing up and passing the knife to Becker, all the while keeping her eyes focussed solely on Matt, "Do you honestly believe I'm going to intentionally kill someone who isn't a part of this?"

"I don't know, Jayme, would you?"

"You clearly don't know me very well if you think I'd kill someone for no reason. I'm not my mother!"

"I didn't say you were, and maybe you're right, maybe I don't you that well. But are you honestly saying you'd never kill somebody, not even after everything you've been through, not even with how important this mission is to you?"

And by that, her calm expression failed her, and she couldn't help but feel a certain twang of pain fall through her, "Matt, I'm not a killer. I'm not saying if it came down to it that I wouldn't ever kill someone, because if it's me or Amanda, or if she tries to hurt someone I care about, then yes, I will do what I have to do. But I'm not a cold-hearted murderer, and to be honest, I figured you would already have known that. This mission is important, it's important because I need to stop Amanda before she does tries to take control, before she kills anyone else, before she destroys time. For god's sake she put your fiancé in the hospital! Understand? I need to be able to count on you two to realise what I'm doing. If I can't, then you can easily go back through that anomaly and I'll do this alone,"

"You're not doing this alone, Jayme, don't be stupid," Becker cut in, stealing her gaze from Matt as he spoke, "You know you can count on me, when have I ever given you a reason not to?"

"You haven't," She admitted, the volume of her voice decreasing dramatically.

"Look, I'm not saying you can't count on me either, I just want to make sure you know what you're doing, I need to know your level-headed in this," Matt stated, "I don't like following people blindly, you can do this by keeping us informed, otherwise I can't trust you,"

"Fine," The brunette responded, clear reluctance in her voice, that is until a sudden thought made the whole situation feel a little easier to do, "So, in light of this new rule of yours, I can promise you that my next move is to turn, walk towards the house, and cautiously open the door, will that be ok with you?" She added, keeping a certain degree of sarcasm in her voice as she spoke.

At that Matt couldn't help but smile, "Sure, that's ok," He stated, glancing over at Becker who chose to ignore the two as they spoke, he was beginning to find this conversation hard to take seriously.

"Let's go, then," Jayme suggested, focussing her attention back on the house as she walked towards the large front door. Everything about this house screamed expensive, the balcony above, the huge windows edged with thick, velvet curtains, no one could deny that it wasn't impressive. Unlike the state it was in back in the present, the door in this time period opened with ease, lacking any creak or scraping that would draw attention. As they entered, for a second the three could've sworn they heard voices, a conversation, but as soon as anyone could focus in on the words being said, they were gone.

"Now, you're ok with us walking in this direction, right?" Jayme murmured, aiming her slightly sarcastic comment at the team leader as they stood by the door.

"Just walk," Matt responded, shaking his head at her as the brunette led them in the direction of where the voices were heard, but the room in which they ended up in held no sign of people. The only reason they knew for a fact Amanda had been here was due to one very obvious indication situated in the middle of the room. One golden anomaly.

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A/N: I'm back :)

*Desperately hoping someone, somewhere may have possibly missed me? Just a little bit?*

Anyway, exams are over, so I can happily continue with this fanfiction. Nearly finished. Only two or three chapters left to go. Wonder what'll happen? ;)