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Any references to people, places, businesses etc is entirely fictitious.

"…after closing…"

3.11 Temporally Displaced (ABCDU)

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Danny got back to the abandoned bunkroom sometime after two in the morning. His shift at the restaurant had finally ended. Only Becker and Stella were awake to greet him.

Connor was sprawled across one of the lower bunks. He was sleeping on his back, his sore ankle propped up on his rucksack, one arm above his head, fingers reaching upwards. On the bunk above him, Abby lay on her stomach. She was sleeping on the silvery survival blanket from her rucksack with Connor's jacket draped over her shoulders. Her arm hung over the side of the bunk, fingers reaching down towards Connor's upturned hand.

"They fell asleep waiting," said Becker.

Danny chuckled as he closed the door separating the bunkroom from the outside corridor leading to the tube tracks. He propped a chair against the door knob.

"So what did you find out at CMU today?" asked Becker.

"Most people think that Helen is mean tempered, nasty, and doesn't have a creative bone in her body," replied the former copper. "Some even go so far as to say she killed the professor and disposed of his body somehow before she published his work as her own."

Danny sighed as he sat down on the empty lower bunk opposite Becker and Stella and started taking off his shoes. Becker nodded.

"Most people don't know about anomalies," replied the soldier "we're just hoping that she pushed Cutter through an anomaly, but she may have killed him. She certainly tried to in our timeline."

Danny nodded as he stretched and wiggled his toes.

"The Forest of Dean has plenty of places to hide a body," added Becker.

"If she was capable of murder in one time," agreed Danny "I wouldn't put it past her to be capable of murder in any other timeline."

"Did you find out anything else?"

"Stephen was killed by a swarm of bees," said Danny "nobody seems to know how the bees got in his lab, but apparently he had a severe allergic reaction…"

Becker was shaking his head.

"He wasn't allergic to bees in our time," said the Captain. "When I first started, he and I both got stung by a swarm of bees as we chased an eohippus through a rose garden."

"Hmmm, maybe Stephen was different in this time line," mused Danny "allergic to bees."

Becker's face remained impassive, but his eyes met Danny's with a questioning look.

"Or maybe not."

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Friday, started with a full English breakfast from the diner where Danny worked. As Stella wasn't allowed inside, they sat on the back steps by the rear door to the kitchen. They juggled plates of fried sausages, eggs, tomatoes and beans on toast.

"Health department regulations," sniffed the restaurant manager "or I'd let her in. Personally I think dogs are nicer than a lot of my customers."

The woman had a soft spot for animals, especially dogs. She handed Danny a newspaper and a plate of sausages before she turned to go back inside.

"Be sure to put the paper underneath her dish," said the woman "I don't want greasy steps."

Danny opened the paper. He glanced at the headlines before setting Stella's plate on the paper. The Home Office's continued investigation into counterfeit pound notes was on the front page. After the woman left, the team continued their converation. Becker had already let Abby and Connor know what Danny had told him last night.

"I can't believe Stephen was killed by bees," said Abby.

"Neither can I," agreed Connor. "I mean I've got all sorts of allergies, sinus issues and stuff. Our Stephen told me once that the only thing he was allergic to was penicillin."

"Did you find out anything about this Philip person?" asked Becker as he cut his sausage into small bites.

"He seems to be quite the famous inventor," replied Danny "got a couple of patents, a chair on the science review board at CMU… that's how he and Helen met."

Connor swallowed the food in his mouth as he listened to Danny.

"What did he invent?" asked Connor.

"Something called the room cooled superconductor," answered Danny.

"Really?" asked Connor. "That would revolutionize the electronics industry… I mean the research applications alone… and transportation applications… MRIs… and…"

Danny shrugged his shoulders and reached for his mug of tea as Connor babbled on in excitement.

"I tried reading up on him while I was at CMU yesterday," interrupted the team leader, "but I didn't understand enough of what I was reading. Today, you and Abby need to go to CMU…"

"What?"

"Research," said Danny "check out the library, since you're not in school there, it shouldn't be a problem really… just stay out of Helen's sight."

"What are you going to do?" asked Abby.

Danny grinned and leaned back against the stair railing.

"I'm going to see if I can sweet talk the ladies in the police records department," the red head replied with a cheeky smirk. "Then I've got to start work at five."

"What about me?" asked Becker.

"Someone's got to stay with Stella."

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Becker and Stella walked around the neighborhood most of the day. Reconnaissance Becker told himself. He was frustrated that he couldn't help his friends, but found a park nearby where he and Stella could drill. The German shepherd loved the workout almost as much as Becker did. It wasn't until he heard the sound of stifled giggles that Becker realized he and Stella had an audience.

"I'm sorry," said the petite brunette "it just looked funny to see you both crawling on your stomachs."

Becker rose to stand. He gestured with his hand, and Stella immediately came to sit by his heels. The woman standing before him in incredibly high heels and a bright green dress had a small Yorkshire terrier running in circles around her feet threatening to trip her at any moment.

"Stella is a trained security guard," Becker replied "and she needs practice to keep her edge."

The young woman gestured at the small dog.

"Lindy had a vet appointment, so I took a half day from work," she said. "Lindy doesn't have an edge, or even good doggie manners. I wish I knew how to train her."

Becker heard the unspoken plea in her voice.

"Some people think it's easier to train a dog with another," he replied. "If you'd like, you and Lindy can join Stella and myself while we practice."

The young woman flashed a brilliant smile. She held out her hand to introduce herself.

"My name's Jessica," she said "but I prefer just Jess. Lindy and I would love to join you."

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It was getting dark by the time Becker and Stella returned to the abandoned bunk rooms. Connor and Abby were already there. They were sitting quietly side by side on the bottom bunk. They were leaning into each other, as if holding each other up.

"Are you two alright?" asked Becker. "Did something happen at CMU?"

"We ran into some people we thought we knew," said Abby in a subdued tone of voice. She turned to look at Connor. "But we really didn't know them at all."

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It wasn't until Danny returned on his break with dinner, that Abby and Connor shared their story.

"Connor was working on the computer," said Abby "I wandered around the library… and met Jack."

"Jack?" asked Danny, remembering the whiny young man he'd met at the race track anomaly back in their own timeline. "Your brother?"

"He looks exactly like my brother Jack," whispered Abby, "but he's not… not really."

"What do you mean?" asked Becker.

"He's a student in uni, holding down a part time job and making good grades, serious, responsible even," replied Abby in amazement "he's got a little sister he adores, showed me her picture… her name is Abigail…"

"Abby," interrupted Connor "I told you, there is no way she could be you… you're the only Abby…"

Abby's eyes glistened and her chin trembled.

"But don't you see," she said "if Jack's the way he is in our world… irresponsible... foolhardy... because of me…"

This time, it was Danny who interrupted her.

"You're not to blame for Jack's behavior. Jack's a grown man," Danny reminded her "and I know you tried to take care of your little brother the best you could, but he's responsible for his own actions."

Abby nodded at Danny's words, and Connor put his arm around her and hugged her close.

"Did you find out…" asked Becker hesitantly "anything else?"

Connor reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Yeah," he replied "your Mum and sister live in Sussex. Your sister is married, got three little girls."

"Thanks," said Becker as he read the address on the slip of paper.

"Amazingly enough," continued Connor "the youngest is named Hillary."

Becker and Connor exchanged a glance, and a grin. Then Connor turned to face Danny.

"Did you find out anything," asked Connor "when you spoke with the ladies in the police records department?"

Danny remembered how Bernice had blanched when he walked in the office. She wouldn't speak to him, insisting her young assistant help him. The entire time he was there, Bernice kept glancing at him as if she couldn't remember him or maybe was afraid she did. Her assistant had been most unhelpful.

"No," replied Danny "I couldn't find out anything about the investigation into Stephen's death.

"Tomorrow morning," said Connor "I'll go back to CMU. The technology is a little different here, but I can still hack into government records. I've started creating false identities for us already. I'll get the report."

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But tomorrow morning, Claudia Brown found them.

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