A white wall was all she could see… and she wasn't even really seeing it. No, the only thing she could see was Connor's face. She held on to the very last memory of him… every night for the past week she laid in bed, unable to sleep, with her eyes closed, mentally tracing the image of his face; trying hard not to let the image fade. But, she knew that, with time, the memory of him would fade, and she'll only be able to remember his face as a blur.

Dian sat at the kitchen table of her flat. She had once loved this flat; she and Alex had moved in together 2 weeks after they'd gotten engaged, and she was the happiest person alive. Her life couldn't have been more perfect back then… so it's no wonder something had to come along and muck it all up. Life was never simple, and would never let you be truly happy; you always have to make sacrifices. But now… she knew she would never be as happy as she had been six years ago. She had changed. And, to be honest, she thought Alex had changed too.

"Dian, do you want some-" Alex cut off as he rounded the corner and walked into the kitchen, seeing Dian sitting there, staring at the wall. He walked over to her slowly, his eyes narrowed. "You alright, Dian?"

He put a hand on her shoulder and she flinched, snapping out of her daze. She looked up at him, confused. "What? Um… Yeah, yeah… I'm, uh… I'm fine." She shook her head, trying to focus back to reality. "What were you saying?"

He looked at her with worried eyes. "Just wanted to know if you wanted a cup of tea… you look like you could use it. Are you sure you're alright? You've been kind of out of it for the past week; ever since we came back through that anomaly."

She looked into his dark chocolate eyes… they reminded her of Connor. She closed her eyes and replied, "Yes… I'm fine. I just need-" she broke off and started over. "Tea; yes, that would be lovely, Alex." She smiled as best she could. He just rubbed her shoulder, smiled slightly and then left to get her some tea.

Dian let her head fall down onto the table in defeat.

Cutter sat in his office at Area 51, looking over the blueprints Jason Hale had made for Alex's "upgrade", as he called it. He didn't like it one bit. Alex had been turned into some sort of weapon, not that Cutter cared so much about Alex himself, it's just that the thought of anyone having this done to them repulsed him. "How could you do this, Jason?" he whispered to himself.

"I had no choice." Cutter looked up, surprised to see Jason standing in the doorway. He walked in the room a little further, approaching Cutter's desk. "You know what they would have done to me if I had of refused, Nick. Besides… this is a major technological advancement for us! Doing this to Mr. Winchester has allowed us to see how to do similar things to other people. We can give people better lives… instant knowledge, for instance. We could implant these computers into people's heads and we could know everything that mankind knows!

It's evolution, Nick. The human race must evolve, and Area 51 knows that." He saw the shocked look on Cutter's face. Sighing, Jason sat in the nearest chair. "Now, Nick… don't get me wrong; I hate this place as much as you do. But, I simply am able to see the little good it has in it."

Cutter shook his head, eyes narrowed. "There's no good in Area 51, Jason, and you know that. All we've ever done here is destroy-"

"No, Nick!" he interrupted. "Think about what we've accomplished! The anomalies for instance-"

"You seem to forget, Jason!" Cutter stood up quickly, burning with anger. "The anomalies were our doing as well," he whispered harshly. "When we recruited Helen Cutter into our army 12 years ago, that doomed us all. She created the rift in time and space that created the anomalies. We may not have known until now… but it's true and you know it just as well as I! And now where is my ex-wife? Hm?"

He waited for Jason to reply, but he only looked at the wall, avoiding eye contact. "She's somewhere in time, mucking about and disrupting all that was and ever will be! It's our fault, Jason! We caused this!" He paused, taking a deep breath and regaining his calm. "And now… we have to fix it."

Connor moved uncomfortably on the couch, hissing in pain every once in a while when his cuts hurt. He'd been in therapy for the past week and had gain back most mobility with his arms; the cuts hadn't been deep enough to disable him completely. So, he could move, and sometimes re-bandage himself, but… that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell.

Plus, the burn on his shoulder was healing, but he had a very hard time sleeping at night. He'd barely slept at all the past week. And now Lester wanted them to come back to work tomorrow… but, that's what Abby was currently doing; trying to convince Lester to understand that Connor wasn't going to be able to come back for at least another 2 weeks.

"Look, Lester; Connor has made a lot of improvement, but he's nowhere near ready to go back to work!" Abby was saying.

We can only manage the anomalies without you two for so long. Connor heard Lester's voice say over the phone. Danny's working harder than I ever thought possible, and Becker… well, Becker is having no problems, but I've had to sacrifice some of my other men to go out monster hunting with them. I need Sarah back here at the ARC, as well; not chasing the anomalies.

She thought for a moment. "How about I just come back, then?"

"Abby, no!" Connor yelled at her. "I'm fine, really. You shouldn't have to go back on your own. I'll-"

"Sh!" she hushed him, as she listened to Lester on the phone. Connor couldn't hear what he was saying anymore because Abby had moved into the kitchen. All he heard next was her saying, "Okay, thank you, Lester." And then she hung up and came back into the living room. She gave him an uneasy smile. "You're off the hook for two more weeks. But…" She paused, not wanting to say what she was about to.

"What, Abby?" he asked quickly, his heart starting to beat faster; thinking it was something horrible.

"He said I have to bring Mike. Lester wants him to fill in for you."

He let out a sigh of relief. "Is that all? Jeez, Abby, I thought it was going to be like a life or death thing…"

"Is that all? Connor, our job is a very dangerous one! Mike is only 16; he shouldn't have to do this job, it's far too dangerous for him," she explained.

"What's far too dangerous for who?" Mike asked, coming out into the living room, his blonde hair sleeked back nicely for the interview he'd been to only 40 minutes ago; he had Connor's mad hair, and Abby's blonde color… but something always seemed a bit off about him. Something seemed to just not fit... Abby couldn't place it though.

"Um… Mike? How would you like to come work with us at the ARC? Just until Connor is fit to come back, that is," she added quickly.

"And work with the anomalies again? No way! I've had enough of those things!" he said, outraged that she would even have asked him that.

"Mike," Abby looked at Connor and then walked to Mike, whispering Connor couldn't hear. "It's the only way Connor is going to be able to have more time to recover. I don't want you working there either, but Con needs to heal before he can go back. Do it for him, yeah?"

He looked at Connor who was leaning forward, trying to hear what they were saying. Mike sighed. "Fine… I'll go."

Abby smiled and hugged him. "Okay, so everything's settled. Who's hungry?"

"Me!" Connor and Mike both yelled at the same time.

"Men…" Abby exclaimed, heading for the kitchen. "They are always hungry."

"Dian, are you going to ever get up from that chair?" Alex was asking while he put dishes into the dish washer; something that Dian hadn't been doing, so it laid back on him to do it.

"I don't know… I'm thinking about moving over to the couch or the bed, but maybe not…" she mumbled through her arm as her mouth rested on it while she slumped against the kitchen table still.

She was expecting some remark about how it was unhealthy to sit around all day from Alex, but instead she heard a dish hit the floor, shattering. She looked up; Alex was standing there, frozen, his feet bleeding slightly from the plate shatters. "Alex? Are you okay?" She got up and went to him, turning him to face.

He screamed in pain and hunched forward, holding his head as it throbbed in pain. His eyes flashed and he saw the pictures again; this time he saw the future technology that Area 51 had taken into the present. He saw the anomalies and how they worked, he saw how the device that opened anomalies worked, and he saw everything about the whole anomaly operation.

He fell limp against the linoleum floor as the vision ended. When he regained his hearing, he heard Dian screaming his name and she was shaking him… but he didn't care.

He opened his eyes; they were as white as paper. Dian flinched when she saw his eyes. "Alex?"

His face was expressionless. He simply stood up, his hands crushing into the shards of plate on the floor, causing him to bleed, but he didn't react. He headed for the front door like a robot. "Alex? Alex?" Dian followed him, trying to get him to stop moving, but he didn't; he kept going. He went to the car and got in, not caring that Dian did too.

Somehow he'd managed enough conscience to drive them to Area 51. Walking into the building, he went straight to a room signed "experimental tech". All the while, Dian followed him. She stood there and watched as he fiddled with random pieces of technology in the room, like a robot; his eyes still white and his face still expressionless.

She approached him as he worked. "Alex?" she said, looking at him. He took no notice of her. His hands flew about, mashing different technology together; wiring wires together, welding things in place. She waited. Eventually he finished, standing in silence for a moment, staring at the small machine he had created. Dian was about to say something when he cranked one of the knobs and pushed a button on the machine, making it emit a bright light that got brighter and brighter until it exploded, sending both Alex and Dian flying against the walls.

Cutter was still speaking with Jason when he heard a loud "boom" come from outside his office. "What the hell was that?" he said getting out of the chair and running out the door. There was smoke in the corridor, coming from the tech room. He entered the room, coughing at the thick fog of smoke that clouded the area.

He spotted Dian when the smoke had cleared a bit. "Dian!" He yelled, running to her. "Dian are you alright? Sweetie? Can you hear me?" He shook her, and she rustled, opening her eyes. "What happened?" he asked.

"I don't know… Alex," she stated, peering over at where he'd flown against the opposite wall.

Cutter helped her stand. She went over to Alex, and shook him. He opened his eyes quickly; they were dark chocolate brown again. He looked around wildly. "What happened?" he asked, frantic.

"It's okay; everything's okay."

"Actually, I wouldn't say that…" Cutter stated and pointed into the thick fog. Dian squinted, trying to see what he saw. Then she saw it… a cluster of 5 or so anomalies in the middle of the big room. But, that was far from all. Dian heard screaming come from outside and they all rushed out of the room, seeing about a hundred more anomalies about the entire building. Not only that, but there were also about a hundred future predators flocking about, attacking all the screaming people; blood flying as they swarmed the building.

"What have you done, Alex?" Dian said, terrified, her heart pounding as she watched all those people being slaughtered.

"Get back in the room!" Cutter yelled, pulling her back through the door, Alex coming too, and shut it behind him. Of course, that didn't help much… the five anomalies in the room shimmered, and what came out of them was enough to send Hitler, screaming like a baby, back to his mum…

TBC in chapter 3!

Yay, it's only the second chapter and already there's a cliff-hanger. :)

Please review! There's much surprise to come in chpt 3!