A/N: See! Not too long for a post! Ch. 5 is on it's way!

Danny came walloping out of the anomaly, his face colliding with a dusty road combined with gravel and something else entirely. He didn't even want to know what that something else could be.

He held up his head, perceiving something he never thought possible. Which, he really should work on that, considering his job and all… and situation. Suddenly, he quickly shifted to his back to see the glowing orb flickering away, and in a blink of an eye it vanished. That did it. He was now officially stuck here.

Danny got up to his feet, dusting off his clothes and … face, as he just now noticed the stinging pain that seared his arm. Running through thorns and being attacked by creatures with claws really didn't do well for his health.

Regency period, Danny mused as he eyed his surroundings. Between 1811 to 1820 if he remembered his history right, which ironically was never his forte. He seemed to be invisible at the moment as coaches were carrying on by and women and men were strolling past him. He didn't understand civilization one bit half the time – he just went flying out of a floating ball of light and no one seemed to notice.

With a deep breath and wobbling step he walked out into the streets to have someone crash right into his side, practically knocking Danny back to the ground as whomever it was continued on without another hesitation. "Oi! Watch it mate!"

The man turned around to look at him pointedly. "Can I help you sir?"

"'Can you help me'?" Danny looked at him taken aback with his hair a long, matted mess, his beard hanging off his jaw-line, dirt covering his face – was this man actually looking at him like he was just another person? "Watch where you're going next time."

"I do believe you were in my way, if I'm not mistaken."

"You're bloody mistaken, all right," Danny muttered. The man looked at him with a soured expression and turned towards him completely.

"Listen, I see you must be in some sort of distress."

"No, what would give you that notion?"

"-So I will give you my name and help. Carlton Merchant." He put out a hand, offering it to Danny who was now bracing himself on some type of street corner or – he didn't even know or care.

Maybe it was being stuck in the Pliocene for months until he hardly could even tell the difference from those apes things to a real human being, or maybe it was the fact that he always had more of a knack for animals and weapons than actual people, but at this very moment Danny couldn't help but want to punch this man right in the jaw. Clean that smug look right of his fancy, primped, never-seen-anything-but-a-wide-open-field-for-adve nture face. "You wanna help, do you? To help me, you give me an address for some place to stay."

The man looked at him annoyed and sighed. "Right down the street there is an inn, if you wish to stay there."

"Thanks…" Danny grumbled to him as he passed a crowd of women who all seemed to be enjoying themselves extensively. Then taking a few more steps he realized he was limping, and his side hurt, and his head hurt… Great. He also remembered something rather important. He had no money. –

Coming back to reality Danny looked up at the ADD. Connor was fiddling around with the controls as Abby was nagging him about lord knew what, the normal evenings at the ARC of late.

Finding the married couples bantering plenty entertaining he felt like an eavesdropper so he twisted his chair around and faced Lester's office, seeing Sarah talking to him through the glass. Her head turned towards his direction and she smirked at him before bringing her attention back to Lester, which made Danny smile to himself.

"Danny?"

He craned his neck to look at Connor, who was standing beside him. "Yeah?"

"You're in me chair, mate."

Danny answered back with a smug expression and stood up, offering it empty.

"Thank you," he replied as he joyously sat down in his seat and swiftly twirled it back to his contraption.

"You're ridiculous." Danny overheard Abby say.

"What?" Connor replied.

"I said you're ridiculous."

"I'm just doing me job!"

Danny glanced back at them to see Abby pecking Connor on the lips. They made him laugh and awe all in one … boy will he be Uncle Pushover when they have children.

"What I came over to tell you was that I brought the leftover cake to the ARC," Abby added.

That caught Danny's attention. "Wedding cake?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Danny. We know. You didn't get any cake from the wedding."

"Well, neither did Sarah. I was thinking about sharing."

"You just now heard of it."

"I think quickly!"

"Especially when it comes to cake," Connor spoke up, only to receive a glare from Danny.

"In my defense, Sarah has been craving cake since she got back."

"Well, that's a weird craving," Connor commented. "And Abby got on to me about me Cappuccino."

Abby smirked, but remembered something. "Hey Danny, could you do something for me?"

"Yeah, sure, what do you need?"

"Find Jess for me? I can't seem find her and I need to ask her 'bout something."

"Important something?"

Abby raised a brow. "Well if you must know, dating important."

"Now Abby, you're married."

She rolled her eyes at him, arms crossed. "Oh just go find her before I start calling you Daniel."

"Oo," Danny said, waving his hands like he's threatened. "Now we're getting serious."

"Do you want me to get Becker after you?"

"Go ahead, you'll probably find Jess, then."

Abby couldn't help but let out a laugh as she pushed him along and walked the opposite way towards the menagerie.

"And hurry up, will you?"

Danny smirked and headed down towards the armory, now being brought back to his past.

"And hurry along, will you? Don't want to scare the customers!"

Danny staggered up the creaky stairs, finding a small wash room to clean up in. The innkeeper, young for her profession, was generous and let him barrow some clothes without any charge. How he found someone as compassionate as her he would never know, nor would he ever question it. One thing he's learned from his adventure through anomalies and that hell of a past known as the Pliocene, never question. Just do and accept. Only way he was still alive.

Once Danny was cleaned up and ready to be in society without people fearing they were staring at a mad man or serial killer he headed down the steps, hearing a voice that was all too familiar.

"I'm sorry, madam," the innkeeper said in a sweet voice. "We have but one room available at this time."

"I understand." Danny felt his stomach churn, his knees buckle, and heart pound. It couldn't be. "It is nothing. I'll simply find another inn."

Danny managed to walk down right where he could peek over the wall that brought his sights to the counter. "Oh, I pray my lady, can you not retire in one single room? For you are the only one to be occupying it."

"Ah," It couldn't be mistaken. That had to be her. "but my friend is to meet with me."

He looked out, hoping he wouldn't be spotted, and he jerked back in a split second with heavy breath and a sweaty brow. How could it be? "Oh, silly me! I do abundantly apologize, me lady. It seems I was wrong, we have but two rooms that are not occupied."

"Oh, find what luck."

Danny was waiting, waiting for her to say it. She had to say it.

"What be your name for the registry?"

There was a pause, and then the voice spoke more softly but loud enough for the innkeeper and Danny to hear. "Helen," she said, causing Danny to find himself practically ill.

"Your maiden name, me lady?"

"Ah, you may call it to be King."

"Is that not your name?"

Danny leaned over, seeing Helen's face more clearly. She casted a smirk and replied, "It is for now, is it not?"

The innkeeper gave her a peculiar look and signed her in, Helen looking down below the counter. Danny could see what she was looking at though, and it looked like some device. Possibly the Anomaly Opening Device – but oh! If he could get that device! He might be able to… to actually go home. And here he was starting to think this was to become his new home.

How Helen was here and alive would be questions to ask later, Danny convinced himself. She was a time traveler for goodness sake, this must have been before she decided to destroy the world… or even, or even kill Cutter! Danny wondered if she would even recognize him. Too risky though, he couldn't even consider letting her see him.

"I will be back; I must head to see my friend before she arrives."

"Is it not a relative?"

"No, but she might as well be. We are very close friends. We are traveling together with her family."

The innkeeper nodded, seeming somewhat suspicious, and looked away as Helen left the inn – the door ringing its bell to alert the innkeeper of someone's entrance.

Danny dragged his feet out of hiding and appeared dazed. The innkeeper's eyes followed him and she cleared her throat, bringing Danny to pay her better attention.

"Are we all dressed and decent, sir?"

Danny gave her a soft smile. "I am. Thanks."

"You don't speak quite right, sir. Are you ill?"

Danny shook his head, knowing he probably looked beyond pale at the moment, and leaned up to the counter. "I'm fine. Thank you, really. Not many blokes – or, people would show such hospitality to a mad looking man like me."

"You did not appear mad as you say," she said with a tweak of a playful smile, "for a face like that I do not think could be such as mad."

"Well, then you might not be the best judge of character, madam," he said playfully as well. "For I am as mad as it gets."

"So you're to go then?" she asked, seeing Danny stand up and straighten himself.

"I am. I have a friend to catch, she just left actually. Did you happen to notice which way she went?"

"Ms. King? She headed north, I believe."

"Thank you, Cecelia. You've been too kind."

"And you too handsome," she blatantly flirted. Danny gave her a wink and rushed out, hoping to see Helen before she's out of sight. With his luck, he did. –

"I'm just a bit worried, Becker…" Danny froze hearing Jess talk to Becker hushed. "I don't … I'm just worried for him and everyone and-"

"Jess, it'll be fine," he confirmed. "Nothing's going to happen to you, I won't let it."

"No Becker, not just me. Everyone."

"I won't let anything happen to anyone. My job's to protect them."

"Which is exactly why I'm telling you this, Becker."

"Have you ever considered using my name less?" Becker commented, avoiding the topic.

"Becker!" she whined at him and he smiled at her.

"Yes, Jessica?"

She sighed. "Could you take this somewhat seriously?"

"Okay, okay. I'll talk to Lester about it, all right?" he placed his hands on her shoulders and she looked up at him and nodded.

"Good."

"What's good?" Danny spoke up, coming out from behind the wall. They looked at him surprised and Jess looked panicked.

"Nothing!" she said frantically. Calming herself some she looked towards the door. "I need to go… do … stuff! Important, job related stuff. I'll see you tonight, Becker."

"Later, Jess," he said with a smirk as she rushed out of the armory. "She's always afraid people are going to get mad if she's back here."

Danny nodded, knowing it was more than that, but trying to seem like he believed it at least.

"What'd ya need?" Becker asked, leaning against a table.

Danny thought about it and shook his head, mainly at himself. "I came to look for Jess. I guess I'll go find Abby and tell her I found her, and then lost her again…"

"She probably went to the ADD, which will lead to Connor leaving to go to the menagerie,-"

"And then Connor will mention Jess is at the ADD… Gotcha. Well, guess I got nothing better to do, might as well make the process go a bit quicker … Beck, could I ask you something?"

Becker looked at him with an eyebrow raised and shrugged. "Go ahead."

"What was Jess talking about?"

Becker looked at him shocked and then back to the guns. He wagged his head and sighed. "You sure you want me to answer that?"

Danny thought about it, but before he could answer an anomaly alert fired the alarms. Danny shrugged, looking back at the soldier, and answered. "I'll come back later, then we can talk."

Becker nodded and started packing up his needed supplies. Danny decided to head for the hub as quickly as possible, finding himself running beside Abby. –

Danny ran through the crowds, receiving glares or confused looks from any person walking a normal to slow rate. At one point he pushed past a man, which made him feel awful as he didn't have time to stop and make sure the man was all right.

The corner of the street made him come to a halt. He lost her. Did she go left or right? His eyes peered through the small group of women, and then he turned his head the other direction to see one single soul walking down a way of some alley. It was a female from the looks of things. Danny's instinct told him to follow whoever it was, so he did.

His feet felt like they were ahead of him in most of the running, which was a first time for everything. In the Pliocene when he was running from Terror Birds and some kind of Tiger panda bear thing he had chase him it seemed every late morning. He couldn't tell you its real name for the life of him, but he liked to call him Panger, and he named him Peter Pan. – But all the times he took an early jog or late evening run or whatever kept him alive at that moment, he always felt like he was lagging behind. Felt like his legs weren't fast enough, like they were giving in, like all those nightmares you have where you start slowing down without any control as you lose all breath and energy was coming true. The attacker never slowed his pace. The attacker always caught up in the dreams, and…

Danny was grateful the attacker never caught up in real life. Who knew what Peter would do to Danny if he actually caught him, but he liked to just not think of the details.

The woman took a sharp turn and Danny lost his vision of her. He paused, praying this wasn't some sort of trick, and sunk back to the wall when he saw Helen exiting of some door she just entered. She glanced his way but saw nothing and began to walk. Danny, when deciding she was far enough ahead, followed quietly behind.

He had to know what she was up to, if not to get the device and go home, but maybe if he could stop her before she ever even killed Cutter or tried to kill off the human race he would find himself at the ARC, laughing with Sarah and Jenny as they watched Connor nervously try to ask Abby out.

Danny came to another stop when he heard whispering beyond the upcoming corner. He leaned against the wall and listened, but the voices were too faint to interpret or even pinpoint who it was. But as he listened, there was another distinct sound he couldn't mistake for anything else. A sound of time wavering around in midair wasn't hard to misjudge.

The voices became even more distant and it dawned on him he was losing Helen as he hid. He leaped out and was in shock by the enormous ball of light fluttering in front of his eyes, making it difficult to even get past.

"Blimey."—

"Find Jess?" Abby asked as they entered the hub.

He gestured towards the ADD and they saw Connor take a 360 turn in his swivel chair as Jess tapped on some keys and stared at the other monitors.

"It's a bit out of way, is the problem." Connor told Matt.

"How out of our way?" Emily asked.

"Well… does ten thousand, three hundred something, point seventy some odd miles sound promising?"

"Connor," Jess said nagging like. She was just like Connor's sister at times. "An actual name would be more helpful, ya know."

He sighed and nodded and titled back towards Matt and Emily. "It opened in Antarctica."

"Well, can't we just assume the anomaly will freeze over?" Danny joked.

Abby smiled at him and Becker walked in, clapping his hand on Danny's shoulder. "If only that was possible."

"Funny, I was just telling Jess how I was in the mood for an Ice Pop."

Matt rolled his eyes and Jess just wagged her head at him.

"So…" Sarah spoke up, everyone turning towards her as they realized she was present. "What are we doing about Antarctica exactly?"

"Nothing, for now." Matt directed. "Connor, keep a tag on it – if there's any incursions we'll send the team. For now let's just hope it opened somewhere warm and any creature is steering clear from it."

"Bit risky, isn't it Matt?" Sarah alleged. "I mean, if a human being came through that anomaly and we came right after we saw the incursion, we might be too late by the time we arrive. The anomaly could have closed them in and that person could have died from shock or frost bite or…" She trailed off, everyone staring at either her or Matt.

Matt stayed silent for a moment then nodded in agreement. "Sarah's right. We should send in a small team of Becker's men to close it, and if an incursions does happen we can send the rest of the team in behind."

Everyone then seemed to content on that so they all moved to whatever they were doing before, except for Becker who was heading to gather his men. Danny saw Sarah smile at him and he wanted to talk to her, he had hardly gotten to at all today, but first he needed to talk to Becker. He may no longer be leader, but he still needed to know if there was something he should be worried about.

Emily stood beside Matt and squeezed his arm as he watched the team away. "You handled that better than I expected you to," she commented.

Matt looked at her, brow narrowed. "There was a moment there where I almost didn't…"

"Matt, are you sure about this?"

He looked at her again, his expression softened. "I'm not sure of anything at this moment, Emm."

"Just… be careful. If what you speculate turns out to be true…"

"I know," he said, grasping her hand into his. "I know. I promise though, everything will be fine." He sighed, watching her exit the room as he held Emily's hand tight. "For now."

The anomaly was larger than he'd witnessed in quite some time. The shards of ripped time, gravity, and matter seemed to be seeping through the walls of the buildings on each side and it was tall; almost taller than the buildings themselves.

"Site seeing?" a voice jeered. Specifically, Helen's voice.

He looked to his left, seeing Helen leaning up against the wall with her long Regency Period dress and ribbons tied off from her waist. "Thinking about traveling myself. You?"

"I don't know, I always preferred the train for a proper transport."

Danny scoffed. "Don't think those much exist."

"Hm," she groaned. "Not yet."

"What're you doing here, Helen?" he pursued.

She raised a brow at him and smirked. "And here I was thinking you were just a fellow jumper."

"Is jumper some type of anomaly traveler?"

She mockingly smiled. "That would be the meaning, yes."

"Where does the anomaly lead?"

She cut her eyes at him, but made no reply.

"Just going to ignore me now?"

The smug smile that covered her expression brought fear down Danny's spine, realizing she had a plan after all. Before he knew it he felt a hard object bash across his head from behind and everything went black, hearing his body thud to the dirt road. –

"Becker!" Danny hollered, trying to catch up. "Beck!"

Becker turned around, arms propped up on his hips. "Do you have to call me 'Beck'?"

"Yeah, all right." Danny said teasingly. "I'll start calling you Hilary then. Your decision, really."

"Actually, ya know, now that I think of it Beck does have a nice ring to it."

"Yeah, I'd have to agree. Listen, mate, about what Jess was panicking over-?"

"Captain." They saw one of Becker's soldiers at their side. He was eying him to come and help with the mission.

"I have to go right now, but we'll talk later, Quinn."

Danny nodded and Becker charged off with the soldier. He knew that conversation topic would now never be brought up again.

"Danny?" He heard from behind. Danny looked over his shoulder and turned to face her, seeing Sarah's beaming face.

"What a face to turn to," he said smiling.

She grinned at him and walked closer. "Hardly seen you at all today. Busy?"

He shrugged. "Well I haven't been on my feet all day, if that's what you mean. But you seemed rather busy yourself."

"Ah, well, been going over things with Lester. It seems I'm finally able to get my own flat and everything now, which is having me being forced to move out of the government paid condo."

"I'd offer my flat to crash at, but it's not exactly mine to offer."

"That's all right, Danny. I know you would if you could."

Seeming her sad eyes Danny couldn't stand to see, he took in a deep breath and eyed the kitchen. "Fancy a drink? We can celebrate independence."

Sarah laughed. "That's sounds lovely."

He smiled back at her. "Fantastic." –

Danny eyes shuttered open, his vision blurred and darkened. He could tell he was in yet another era, from the sound of crickets and the feel of grass he could tell he was outside. He felt his head ache, and knowing he wouldn't be awake for long he tried to focus more on the people he now could see.

Above him hovered two figures, the voice of Helen echoing in his ears, and the other figure beyond his vision at the time.

"We need to go," Helen ordered. The second figure came to face him, bringing her face right to his. Her features became clear enough for him to make out, but that's what scared him.

"S… Sarah?"

She placed her finger on his lips and he felt two soft lips brush his forehead. Danny could then feel his mind slipping back into an unconscious state, if he wasn't already in one. Everything was growing blurrier and it was increasingly more muffled than before.

But he still felt her breathe on his ear, now not being able to see anything, but only hear and feel.

"All in good time, Quinn," she whispered to him before leaving his touch and abandoning him with nothing but eerie silence that quickly became nothing but a piercing ring, and before he knew when, he was out. –

"Danny?" he looked up at Sarah, sitting at the table in the little kitchen they have for the ARC employees. "Something wrong?"

Danny stared at her for a moment, and then shook his head. "Nothing. Just… Just remembering a dream. Oi, I have to use the men's room, be back."

"Don't be too long," she said with a playful look.

"Right, I'll try. When I'm back you better let me have some of that left over wedding cake. Never got a piece at the actual ceremony." He got up, heading out of the kitchen.

Sarah giggled, answering before he left. "All in good time, Quinn."

Suddenly, Danny found himself ill.