AN: Last chapter guys (yes, well done, a good old angsty trilogy, Phillip Pullman eat your heart out). I hope you'll enjoy it :) Big shout out to Princess Sian if she's reading this (you better had be, missy!) cause her reviews are great! Don't worry marinawings, I haven't forgotten you either, but you have had many chapter dedications in TACRC. But still, you give great feedback.

Anyway, enough babbling (this was meant to be a short and snappy authors note!), on with the story! Will Jenna ever get Danny back?

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I'd clearly slept. I'd slept for so long. It was Monday. Not that it mattered. Sarah was round again, this time with Becker. The sandwich had gone stale sitting on the floor next to me, so Sarah went to make something else. I wanted to go back to sleep. When I was asleep I couldn't feel the pain. I wished I could just switch it off.

Two o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind…

I woke up again. I smelt disgusting. I got off the settee and collapsed.

This is the way you left me, I'm not pretending…

Sarah came round and found me on the floor. I think it was Sarah. She made me some soup and made me drink it. It was easier to get down than I thought it would be. I was a mess. I hated this, this horrific proof of how much I had loved him. I always loved too much, but this was in a league of its own. But I was making progress. The pain had almost burnt itself out.

No hope, no, love, no glory, no happy ending…

I woke up again. A week. A week I'd been like this. At least I was eating, drinking and showering again. Danny wouldn't feel like this, if he's still alive that is. No, I couldn't think like that. I couldn't even begin to consider the idea that he may be dead. Dead was the worst word in the world when it concerned him. If he was dead, there was no point in anything anymore, not just me, but anything. But I can't think that. I've buried my heart now. The pain, the hurt, all replaced by an empty emotionless void. It's better that way. Thinking of his name doesn't feel like a knife wound any more. I think I'll be able to function.

Can't get no rest, keep walking around…

For some reason, I couldn't sleep that Saturday night. I wandered around my flat sorting out things for work on Monday, keeping myself busy. I'm going back. I must.

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Remembering this time in my life makes me want to do it again. Shut down I mean. Because that's what I did, I completely stopped. I didn't feel anything for so long. Just like in those moments after the anomaly closed, I was running on autopilot. The lights were on, but my soul wasn't home. It was buried inside me, screaming in silence while I simply ignored it.

"Are you alright?" he asks, looking concerned.

"Yep, it's just, it brings it all back" I reply quickly. I needed to resist that urge. I can't go back there.

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This is the way that we love, like it's forever, and spend the rest of our lives, but not together…

I did my job. Day after day, week after week, month after month. I felt nothing. I spoke to no one, I didn't need to. Even if I had needed to, I don't think I could have. Words were unnecessary; I worked at a computer. I should have felt lonely I guess, but I didn't. I had got my wish: I had switched off my emotions. Of course, with every new anomaly, they threatened to spill out again with hope in the lead, but they were just fissures in time. They never brought back what we all lost.

A little bit of heaven, and a little bit of hell…

The new team and new building didn't bother me. Why should they? Nothing bothered me any more. It was a freeing experience, not having to feel the despair that had overcome ne that day. But I couldn't feel happiness either. I had forgotten what it was. When the others joked, I saw no point.

Jess, the one who had pretty much taken over moth my job as well as Connor's, resigning me to other computer work, asked me a few questions in what seemed like an attempt to get to know me. I wasn't interested and she soon seemed to realise I wasn't going to talk. Somebody must have told her I suppose, about why I was like this. She didn't give up on me though, she always said hello and asked if I wanted anything when she went out, not that I ever did. There was only one thing I wanted, and she couldn't pop out and buy that from a petrol station. Still, I almost liked that about her. But I stopped myself, because I couldn't let any emotions through. If I let one through, all the pain of losing Danny would have also forced its way out as well, and I couldn't allow that.

I did the same with Matt. I shut myself off, forbade myself from having any feelings. But looking back now, if I had I think I would have hated him. He had replaced the man I loved, and he could never live up to him.

Connor and Abby returned one day. I was glad to have them back, but they had left a vital part of the team - the world, my life – behind. He had gone on to stop Helen when Connor was injured. And we were clearly all still here. He had succeeded, although alone. But I still felt nothing. I couldn't sanction it.

If I pretend that nothing ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep, I can think that we just carried on…

That was a good thing I think. The fact that I never managed to destroy my emotions completely, I had to keep checking they remained non-existent. I had never had to do that, if they had gone without a fight, then maybe it would have been the end, and I wouldn't have got back from that dark, lonely, cold place that I had sent myself.

A little bit of love…

You see, every time an anomaly opened, my heart warmed slightly. But they never gave back what they took from me, so it froze over again so quickly.

Little bit of love…

It had been months. In fact, it had been a year. The date Danny Quinn had disappeared into time was upon me again. That night, I allowed the pain to return. If only to remember him, to honour him, I wept.

Little bit of love…

I had squashed my emotions into oblivion again by the next day. Everything was back inside, churned and twisted until it was unrecognisable as my spirit.

Little bit of love…

My soul had not spoken for so long. I had forgotten what it sounded like. Another anomaly opened. It was just part of the day now.

Little bit of love…

When I heard that word, that beautiful name being said, I couldn't believe it. I don't even know what I felt, if I felt anything. I just stood up so fast that my chair skidded backwards and rolled over Connor's foot. While he was squealing, I stared in pure heart-stopping ecstasy as I looked at him.

"Jenna", he said croakily, as though his voice was about to crack with emotion. I remembered emotion then, what it felt like to feel a rush of adrenalin, the heat of a smile, the sharp sting of loving someone. He made me better.

It was like he'd not changed a bit.

Surely his facial hair was out of control and he was in desperate need of a haircut, not to mention a shower and new clothes, but I hardly even saw that. I just saw a pair of sparkling blue eyes and a full faced beam on the man I still loved, and always would.

This is the way we love, like it's forever.

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"Wow" he says. He looks at me the way he did that day he left, when he glanced back as he went to save humanity. It was a look of pure unconditional love. I hadn't known it back then, because nobody had ever looked at me that way before. "I am so sorry, but that doesn't even begin to cover it" he begins to babble. "It's not your fault Danny." I still love the sound of his name. "All that stuff happened, and it was bad, yes, but it doesn't even matter anymore. I learnt how to make things not matter. And now that year doesn't"

He blinks back tears. "I can't believe you didn't tell me all this until tonight, of all nights."

"Ah well. This is the last day I could, really."

He understood. He understood that this really was the last time I could think about that chapter of my life. Because now, it's two years since Danny left that day, and a year since I last cried out of sadness. And tomorrow, well, tomorrow a new chapter begins. The chapter in which I become Jenna Quinn.

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Well. That's that! What a ride it's been and all that. So, review please :) and recommend to other Primevalians! You know, Facebook, Twitter, snail mail, email, semaphore, smoke signals, or even the dreaded Google+, however you like to communicate, please get this story out there, I'd love it to be as popular as 'The ARC: Chat Room Conversations' (which I WILL get back to, I promise!).

Also please to anyone reading this, will you check out my story called 'Falling Into Destiny', even if you haven't watched Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (which you should), because I am really proud of that story and to be honest it's not difficult to understand if you haven't seen it, seeing as the main character, my OC Kizzy (also found in 'Becker's Bunch' by Squabble) is finding out about the characters for the first time too. Plus it has no reviews, so I can't really write any more if nobody wants to know more… Sorry for the advert guys, I just feel sad that nobody has read it yet.

Hope you enjoyed this story however, and I'm planning another one soon, here's a taster:

After battles through the Rift Valley and the Pliocene era, Danny Quinn knew he was finally back in the 21st century. He was just a little bit early. Now, not only will he have to avoid his past self as he finds his way into the ARC, but he will have to decide which is worth more: one life that should never have been taken, or the future which maybe shouldn't be changed…