Hey guys, I am so, so, so sorry for not updating in forever. I swear I am. I just haven't had time lately to type up this chapter and post it. Let me tell you, this isn't the entire chapter (hence, why it's so short), it's what I've been able to type up before I have to leave (going to Florida tomorrow). So, I hope you enjoy part one and I'll have part two up on Friday, promise!

"-And get a haircut!" ~Becker 4.1

Connor sat in his office, door locked, and lights out. His eyes were glued to his computer screen as he tried to crack the code to get into the archives. It had been changed in the past twenty-two years he "skipped." To be honest, thought, he had no idea what the password could be. He didn't know Emma well enough.

The only reason Connor was trying to get into the archives was to quench his suspicion. He was suspicious about this "new team" and who they really were. He had been a bit curious when he and the rest of his team arrived in the year 2032, but decided to let it slide. Now that one of the members was apparently missing, he decided to do a bit of digging. To be quite frank, he was surprised no one else from 2010 decided to do this before him. The team knew absolutely nothing about the new team, but, then again it felt like he does know them

"Let's see," Connor murmured to himself as he thought of different passwords that could work in this situation. He had already tried "Abby Temple", but that was a fail. What else could he try?

Connor tried the names of his pre-historic pets, random Star Warz and Doctor Who characters, and random places in the world he just liked the name of. None of these worked. He was about to give up and try asking Emma to give him access, when a sudden thought hit him. When he make that one password "Abby Temple", he was thinking about what he wanted his future to be. Maybe that was how this password was as well. It was just a random little thought, but it made a small connection, and it could work.

Connor started to think. He was getting married, so no wonder "Abby Temple" didn't work. What was another plan of his in the future…Nobel Prize? No, too obvious. Dream job? No, he already had it. Family...that might work. He had always wanted two kids, a boy and a girl. Names, what would he name them, if he did have them? Obviously Luke for the boy, but what for the girl? Connor thought for a second, but then the answer became obvious. He looked down at the ring on his necklace and smiled. Emma, that'll be the girl's name. Emma Abigail Temple, named after her mother, and deceased aunt.

Deciding to try these two names, Connor typed "Luke and Emma" into the password bar. Once he clicked the enter key, the screen turned green and he was given access to the archives. Connor smiled and started looking up the names of the new team. To start, he looked up Stevie's file. He quickly found it towards the top of the list and clicked on it. He didn't have to get past the name to figure out who she was.

"Stephanie Jennifer Becker," murmured Connor. "Born on _Youngest daughter of Hilary Becker and Sarah Becker (nee Page.) Haha, not at this rate, apparently."

Connor did see what happened earlier in the day between Stephen and Sarah. As far as he knew, Becker had been avoiding the two all day to spare from further embarrassment. Next, Connor decided to look up the twins, knowing that Stevie and Alex were siblings. When Connor looked at the two's files, he wasn't surprised at what he found.

"Nicole Claudia and Patrick Daniel Quinn, Born on May_, 2011; Twins of Daniel Quinn and Jennifer Quinn (nee Lewis). Of course they're Danny and Jenny's kids," he laughed. "I can't believe I didn't see that sooner."

He learned that Captain Fowler was a captain-in-training to Captain Hilary Becker, just in case something happened to him, and that the Lester now was James Lester's son (well, he knew that). There was just one name Connor had yet to look up, and he had a feeling he knew what he was going to find. He found he filed more towards the bottom on the ARC employee list, and read it carefully.

Name: Emma Abigail Temple

Age: 16

DOB: 29/10/15

Daughter/Son to: Connor Temple and Abigail Temple (nee Maitland)

Sibling to: Luke Nicolas Temple

Though Connor was expecting it, he couldn't help but feel like he was going to faint when he read it. He had a family! In twenty-two years, he would be happily married to the love of his life and have two kids. Of course, that is if he made it back to 2010 before the wedding, but technically he already did…right?

Connor felt like he couldn't breathe. He felt his chest tighten as tears started to form in his eyes. He tore his eyes away from the screen for the first time in what seemed like ages and let the tears fall. They were not tears of grief or sorrow; they were tears of joy, but also anxiety. How was he supposed to tell Abby? Should he tell Abby? Should he tell anybody? Connor had no idea what to do.

Saturday July 24, 2010; 10:00 a.m.

Patrick had called an argent meeting to discuss Stevie's disappearance. Lester had everyone in his office right at ten and the six immediately started discussion. They started by having Emma read Stevie's farewell note aloud.

"I don't even know how to explain this, but it's been happening since early this morning. I seem to slowly be disappearing. I don't know what the cause is, but all that's left as I write this is my head and right am arm and hand, and even that's slowly starting to go.

My door is locked so that you don't see me in this state. I don't know what's going to happen to me once I'm all gone. Just make sure Alex stays in line and explain the story to mum and dad…if they ever come back.

Love you all,

Stevie"

"So, she was disappearing into thin air?" asked Patrick, not sure if he even believe what he was saying.

"That's what it sounds like," said Emma, taking her seat in-between Fowler and Alex. Across from them were Nicole and Patrick, and at the head of the table was Lester.

"What do you think caused it?" asked Fowler. "I mean, people don't just go disappearing into thin air every day!"

"No, they don't," spat Alex darkly.

Everyone cautiously shifted their gaze towards him. Yes, they were expecting him to be upset that his sister disappeared, but it still shocked them to hear him talk in such a tome. Emma rested her hand on his arm for reassurance, which seemed to help a bit.

"Among other matters," said Lester, changing the subject, "let me remind you that we now have two men, supposedly dead for years, miraculously return from the dead. Any smart science theory that can explain this?"

"No, this is completely out of our field," said Emma. "Why this is happening, I haven't a clue."

"But there's got to be some sort of explanation," argued Nicole. "There always is!"

"Not in this case," noted Alex, sounding a bit more like himself. "There isn't always a logical explanation. It'd make the job too easy."

"That is true," said Emma. "What do you suppose we do?"

Silence filled the office, for nobody had any ideas. They were clueless, and needed help.

"Do you think anything with them coming back's got to do with Stevie disappearing?" asked Alex suddenly. "Nick and Stephen, that is."

"It might," said Emma.

Suddenly, Nicole got an idea. It was a logical explanation for Stevie disappearing, and it was something that was caused by Stephen Hart coming back.

"Remember Stephen flirting with Sarah?" she asked.

"How can I forget?" asked Alex, shuttering at the thought of another man with his mother.

"Well, first off, Stephen was never suppose to come back, so the fact that he did make Stevie start to disappear."

Patrick caught on quickly and continued on with Nicole's explanation.

"So when the two actually came into contact, it messed up the timelines. For some reason, the two seeing each other must contribute to Sarah never marrying Becker."

"I bet," said Emma, "that the moment Stephen kissed Sarah's hand, Stevie was gone, completely."

"We can check the CCTVs," suggested Fowler.

"That's a good idea," said Patrick. "Emma and Alex can go check them."

Emma got up from her seat and started to head towards the door. Fowler, though, got up as well and was walking right behind her. He stopped her just before she could reach for the handle.

"What?" she asked.

"Isn't there something you want to tell the team?" he asked.

"No," said Emma quickly, as she tried to dodge Fowler and get out of his grip. But Fowler pulled her back towards him, preventing her to go any farther. Emma was now turned so that she was right in front of Fowler, their faces only inches apart.

"Emma," he said seriously, his eyes piercing into hers.

Emma stared back, trying to take control over the situation, but had no luck. Damn soldier super-powers. She finally sighed in defeat and took a step away from Fowler and towards the team.

"There's something I need to tell you guys," she said, "and I think this can sort of help us explain what's been going on lately."

Fowler was right by her side, and took her hand into his as a sign of support. Emma had no idea why, but this action made her feel stronger. She didn't feel like it was just her telling the team about the relation between her drawings and the recent unknown creatures. She no longer felt alone on her secret. Fowler handed Emma her journal (how he had it, she didn't know) and she took a deep breath. She could do this.

Stephen walked out of the tea room with a cup in his left hand. He sipped it slowly as he thought about the previous day. Something had happened he would have never thought would happen in a hundred years. He met up with Sarah Page again.

Again? One would ask, and he would reply yes. It had been a few years, but he remembered her. She hadn't really changed a bit; she was still the same woman he once loved. Yes, he loved her then, and possibly still did. One could never truly forget their first love…

Stephen had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice where exactly his feet were taking him. He found himself in the doorway of a pretty big research room. He stepped inside and saw that most of the room was filled with a bunch of flexible rods in any which-way possible; loops, arches, or just straight upright.

As Stephen traveled through the room further, he found that there was an adjoining room to the one he was currently in. He turned to his left and saw there was an archway leading to another room right in front of him. It was a lab with tables, stools, computers, and big machines. Right in the center of the room, sitting on a stool and flipping through a research book was the person he had just been thinking about.

Slowly, Stephen made his way over to Sarah and tapped on her shoulder. She took her gaze off her book and casted it up towards Stephen, who smiled nervously.

"Hey," he said, trying not to make it sound obvious he was shaking on the inside.

"Hi," said Sarah sweetly.

"Damn," thought Stephen. He looked around anxiously, trying to find something to start a conversation. "Tea?" he asked, holding his cup out to her.

Sarah glanced at the cup and laughed slightly.

"Thanks, but it seems you've already taken the pleasure of drinking it before you came in."

Stephen looked into his cup and cursed softly in his mind. He had drunk it all.

"Right," he said simply, as he placed the cup on the end of the lab table.

He could feel Sarah's gaze on his as he did so, but once he looked up, she was already buys with her work and blushing slightly. Stephen couldn't help it any longer he had to know if she remembered. He opened his mouth to say something, but Sarah beat him to it.

"Sorry," she said, "but you look awfully familiar. I know your name's Stephen, but I didn't catch your last name."

Stephen gulped. This could either turn out really good, or really bad.

"Hart," he answered carefully.

Sarah's eyes got really big when she was told this. She slowly made her way towards Stephen and placed her hand on his cheek. Stephen learned into the contact, savoring the touch.

"Stephen Hart?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly from disbelief.

"It's me," he said, smiling at her.

Sarah, though, had a different reaction. She quickly removed her hand from Stephen's face like it was made of metal just simmering in a fire. She took a few steps back, shaking her head in disbelief.

"What happened?" she asked him. "You just stopped calling, out of the blue. I thought something happened to you! I was frantic! It wasn't until my second year at University that I was fully healed. You left me Stephen!"

"I'm sorry," whispered Stephen, truly upset at this situation. "I'm so, so sorry. I got caught up in stuff and just…forgot."

Of course, that wasn't true. It was his second year at University and Sarah was just finishing up high school. He had been contacting Sarah ever since he left her, but there was something else happening at Central Metropolitan University and that was Helen Cutter. Helen, his former teacher, had always been a distraction. She believed in the same things he did; that humans were destroying the world. They became very close, and then one thing led to another, and…well….

Stephen mentally shook himself out of his thoughts, not wanting to dote on his painful past any longer. He blinked a few tears back, and looked at Sarah once more. She was fiddling with her bracelets, and seemed to be very interested in them.

"I have a boyfriend now," she said carefully.

Stephen couldn't help but be a bit disappointed. So he wasn't expecting to get Sarah back, but there still was a spot in his heart that still longed to be with here.

"Oh," was all he could say in the end.

The two stood there in silence for a bit before Stephen took his tea cup and headed off towards the tea room to return it. Sarah said nothing back, and he couldn't blame her. After all the two had been through, the way he treated her while he was at University was unacceptable.

So what do you think? I purposefully didn't elaborate on Stephen and Sarah's past. I'll all be explained in further detail later on. I'm sorry if this is too short. I tried to make it so that I could update before I left. PLEASE REVIEW! I really do live on those things. Plus, they'll make me more motivated to update on Friday.

~Logan ;)