I do apoligise for the so very long wait... i've been working on my other story "Two is Better Than One" and havn't had much time to write. But, none-the-less, here is the long awaited Chapter 11 of A new World!

(And Psst... i'll let you guys in on a little secret... there will be more than 12 chapters this time! I've got some big plans for this story(even if it's only one more than 12 chapters)) ENJOY!

Abby didn't speak. She couldn't; there was just something so strange about this man. It was unexplainable, how he made her feel so uneasy. She shook her head, clearing her throat. "Uh… sorry," she said to the man. "I was just… looking for someone," she lied, trying to walk away casually.

Shamus grabbed her arm, stopping her. "Well maybe I can help you find them, then. Who are you looking for?" he asked with his too-perfect smile.

Abby swallowed hard. Something just didn't feel right about this guy. "No… um, it's okay I can find him." She pulled her arm away.

Shamus eyed her, his smile only barely receding. He shrugged. "Alright then. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you, though."

She nodded, walking away quickly. She kept looking behind her as she walked, accidently running into Danny in doing so. "Oh! Sorry Danny, I didn't see you," she apologised.

He steadied her. "Whoa. You alright there? Where's the fire?" He chuckled.

She laughed once, shaking her head at the illogical fear she was feeling. "No, it's nothing. Uh…" Her eyes narrowed. "What time is it?"

"About 7:30pm. Why?"

Connor and the others had left about 4 hours ago… they should be back by now, whether they'd succeeded or not. Abby ran to the front door of the ARC, leaving Danny. She stood there for a moment, looking out the door. She noticed… there weren't any anomalies. Maybe Connor had closed them all… but then why hasn't he come back?

Abby turned around, her back to the door, and looked around at the crowd of people. She thought she should probably go tell Lester that Connor's not back… but he's not in charge anymore. What was she supposed to do?

Suddenly someone bumped into her. "Hey!" she started, but then she saw who it was that ran into her. "Mike!" she called. "Mike what are you doing here?" She followed after him as he walked, but he didn't even turn around. "Mike?" She stepped in front of him, making him stop.

Mike stared at her, eyes cold and heartless. Abby was taken aback by his harsh stare. "Mike, are you… are you okay? What's the matter?"

He cleared his throat and his voice came out calm and normal. "I'm fine, Abby. I was just here to…" He thought for a moment. "Help," he lied.

Abby gave him a look. "Okay… well have you heard anything at all from Connor, by chance?"

Mike gritted his teeth, anger swelling inside him at the thought of Connor. He despised him since figuring out that he killed C.; Mike's own father. "No." He tried to keep his voice smooth and calm.

Mike's anger didn't go unnoticed with Abby, but she just nodded. "Alright, let me know if you do hear from him though, I'm worried."

Mike smiled a fake smile. "Yeah… sure." He slipped past her and headed into the crowd of people, out of sight from Abby. He looked over his shoulder to make sure she didn't follow him.

"Hey!" he nearly yelled as someone pulled him from the crowd and into the deserted ARC hallway. Mike spun around, seeing Shamus. "Oh… it's you. What are you doing?" He eyed his clothing. "And what are you wearing?"

"Nevermind that; we're in, that's what matters. Now I've got this." Shamus pulled out a large device from his satchel. "It's what we use to blow the place up. I'll set it to a timer here in the corridor and it'll give enough time for me-uh… us to escape," he explained, fumbling on that last bit.

"Wait, what about all the people? Everyone in the ARC? Aren't we going to get them out of here first?" Mike assessed.

Shamus shook his head, half smiling. "No Michael… we're not. I told you before," He put a hand on Mike's shoulder. "These people are the cause of everything. They don't deserve to live… you said you'd trust me, remember?" Mike nodded his head in response. "Then trust me." He let go and smiled reassuringly. "And all will go well."

Mike swallowed hard. He wasn't sure about letting all of these people die… but he was sure that Shamus was right; if he said they deserved to die then they did… "Okay," he confirmed.

"Atta boy!" Shamus patted him on the back and smiled, satisfied.

"Mr. Temple? It's dark out, you should come with us, we can give you and Miss Brown somewhere to sleep for the night," said one of the Area 51 soldiers that came unharmed in the attack of future predators.

Connor had been trying to get the Anomaly device to work for an hour now. But there was no luck… anomalies couldn't open anymore. The rift in space and time was closed… this was all well and good, but with one big problem- Connor couldn't get back to his own reality. Plus, Alternate Cutter was still back in Connor's reality… so was Alternate Stephen. If anomalies didn't open anymore, this could change the course of history.

"Mr. Temple?" the soldier repeated.

Connor snapped from his thoughts, taking his eyes off the device in his hands. "What? Oh… uh… yeah, just a second." The soldier nodded and walked back to the other soldiers. Connor turned around to Dian who was still sitting on the pavement, now shivering a bit from the cold as night approached.

He walked over to her, taking off his black jacket and putting it around her. She glanced at him, only for a moment, and wrapped the jacket around herself. Then she went back to staring at the ground.

Connor sighed. "Dian…" he complained, sitting down next to her. "Listen, Dian… I know what happened today was… tragic and I'm so sorry. But, staying out here and freezing… isn't going to bring him back." She didn't even look at him. His patients was wearing thin. He grabbed her face and made her look at him. "Dian!"

He looked her in the eyes as he spoke. "I know what you're feeling. I lost Cutter and he was like a brother to me… I know what it feels like to lose someone you care about. But I also know that there is no way you can change the past without doing something you'll regret. And I know that we can either move on or let the pain slowly kill us inside… it's your choice.

But, frankly I won't sit around and watch you do this to yourself! Dian you have to get up and come with me… I'm sorry for what's happened and you can hate me, but don't make yourself miserable over it. He did it to himself… he was happy to do it, don't you see? It was killing him; knowing that you didn't love him.

Dian there was no life he could've had here… he would've just been miserable. Trust me…" He thought about Abby and how he felt when he thought she didn't love him. "I know what it's felt like to love someone and think they don't love you back."

Dian pulled her head out of his grip slowly and sighed. "I know… everything you said is true, Connor." She stood up and smiled. "I forgive you." She looked exhausted and Connor knew that none of this was probably good for the baby.

Connor gave her a quick hug. "Alright let's go, it's getting dark. That soldier said he'd give us a place to sleep tonight. We can, uh… figure everything out later, yeah?"

She nodded. "Yeah." They smiled at each other and walked off to the soldiers.

"No, no, no… I don't care if you're 'Area 51 security', I will not print out paperwork and legal documents about why I gave Dian Brown a shot!" Dr. Scott was saying to Stephen. He'd wanted this from when Dr. Scott had given Dian that shot when her leg was hurt… again.

"Right… need I remind you that I have clearance? And you-" he was interrupted by the beeping of the heart monitor behind them.

Dr. Scott rushed over to Cutter, who was finally waking from his unconscious state. "Now, now," he said to Cutter. "It's alright, Professor Cutter, you're in the hospital; you're okay now."

Cutter looked up at him, confused. "Professor?" he said in a scratchy voice.

"Yes… well you are a professor, are you not? Connor told me…" he trailed off.

Cutter shook his head. "No… I'm not. Where's Dian?" he asked.

Stephen was the one to answer. "She went with Alex and Connor back to our reality to attempt at fixing the anomaly problem we're having. I would have gone with her, sir, if she'd of told me what they were doing."

"Well is she safe? Can you get me there to her?" He tried to get out of the bed.

Dr. Scott pushed him back down. "Oh no, no. You have to stay here, Cutter. You're still wounded… you were shot, remember?"

He remembered Alex shooting him. "Yes… but I have to see my daughter," he demanded.

"Not until you're stabilized," Dr. Scott told him sternly.

Cutter was about to protest, but there was a clatter outside in the hallway that made them all jump, interrupting him. Stephen ran to the door, looking out into the hallway. He spotted Shamus and Mike, and they were setting something up.

Stephen walked towards them. "Can I help you?" he asked, making them both turn and look at him.

Shamus stepped in front of the bomb they'd set on the floor, blocking it from his view. Then he cleared his throat. "Uh, no… we're fine here, just doing a bit of technical work," he said.

Stephen eyed him suspiciously, and then looked at Mike. "What are you doing here, Mike? And who is this?"

"Oh, uh… this is my… Uncle," Mike lied. "He was just… showing some… technical stuff…" Shamus shook his head at Mike's terrible lying.

"What he means is; I'm showing him around the building. Abby Maitland told me to keep him busy while she did some work," Shamus said.

"Right…" Stephen said skeptically. He looked behind Shamus, unexpectedly, and spotted the bomb. His eyes narrowed, he pushed Shamus out of the way just as he said "Now wait a minute…"

Stephen pulled out his gun, pointing it at Shamus. "What the hell are you doing with a bomb?"

Mike intervened. "Stephen! Stop, its not-"

"Mike, go find Abby! Do as I say, alright? You don't understand, just do as I say," he command urgently. Just after that, he felt a hard object hit his head, and everything went black.

Shamus laughed, seeing the object in Mike's hand that he'd knocked Stephen out with. "Very good, lad… now, let's get this finished, shall we?" Mike nodded. Shamus kneeled down next to the bomb, typing in the pass code and staring the bomb on a timer. He stood up, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Now we run?" Mike asked, unsure.

Shamus raised his eyebrows. "We? No, son… I run. You, stay here and fry with the rest of 'em." Before Mike could react, Shamus punched him hard in the face. "Sorry kid… but it was never about you. You were simply and object I saw to use in my quest to destroy what I was paid to destroy. My client pays good money… apparently soldiers get paid a lot." He smiled deviously and ran towards the door to the main room, running into Abby as she came through the door at the same time.

"Whoa… sorry," she said to Shamus. Then she looked past him, seeing Mike slowly moving on the floor and the bomb in front of him. Her eyes narrowed and panic rose in her heart. "What the hell?" Shamus pushed past her, trying to run out of the hallway, but she grabbed him and threw him against the wall. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" she yelled, holding the collar of his shirt in her hands.

Shamus struggled in her grip, smiling innocently. "Now, now… I'm sure we can talk about this," he said calmly.

"Abby," Mike groaned. While she turned her head towards him, Shamus quickly kicked her backwards, against the opposite wall and pulled out a knife, threatening her with it.

Abby stayed back, cautious. She threw out her leg quickly, kicking the knife out of his hand. Then she threw her other leg up, catching him right in the face and rendering him unconscious.

She held her hands out in fists, ready for more of a fight, but when she saw he wasn't conscious, she ran to Mike. "Mike, are you okay?" She helped him up off the floor.

"Yeah," he said, rubbing where Shamus had punched him. "The bomb." He pointed to the counting down bomb.

Abby ran to it. "It needs a pass code! What's the pass code?" She tried punching a few things in, but it didn't work… the clock was down to 30 seconds… 29… 28… 27… 26…

Mike ran through his head, trying to remember what Shamus had typed in. He pushed Abby out of the way, typing something in… but it failed. 19… 18… 17… 16… 15…14… Mike tried something else, but it failed again. 12… 11… 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… He typed frantically, hoping this was the right code. He pressed enter… 2…1…. The bomb beeped frantically, flashing light on the screen, and then stopped… the screen said "Detonation aborted".

Mike let out a deep breath, falling to the floor in relief. He heard Abby let out a breath of relief too. She laughed a little and patted him on the shoulder. "Good job," she told him. "What was this all about, anyway?"

Mike really didn't want to tell her… but obviously Shamus wasn't who he thought he was… he must've been lying the whole time… about everything. "Uh… Abby," he started, sitting up. "This was kind of… my fault," he confessed.

Her eyes went wide. "What? What did you have to do with this?"

He looked guilty, lowering his head and staring at the floor. "Shamus, that man, he told me that Connor…" he paused. "He told me Connor killed my dad. He even had pictures of it… I thought that he was right and I thought I could trust him. He said that the ARC was bad and that it had to be destroyed… so I was helping him. But, then he was going to let me die too… so obviously I just screwed up big time."

Abby swallowed hard. She knew that Connor did kill Mike's dad… but if this is what he was going to do when he found out… it was best if she denied it altogether and never let him know. "No, Mike. You know Connor would never do that."

He looked at her, shameful. "I know… I'm sorry, Abby."

She sighed and grabbed his head, pulling him to her. "It's okay… I'm just glad you're safe. Next time… just ask me, yeah?" They both laughed, but Mike nodded all the same.

"And what are we going to do about him?" Mike asked, pointing to Shamus.

"We'll lock him up… keep him here and get some answers from him," Abby said.

"Ugh… I hate stupidity!"

"I know sir… you can't trust anyone these days. Of course, you should know that as well as anyone…"

"Where is that stupid Irish idiot anyway? I ask him to one simple thing for me… destroy the ARC. And he can't even do that correctly!"

"It'll be alright Jack… he'll be here."

"Is that so? Well you'd better go and make sure… and tell the other operatives not to muck everything up even more… if their still alive, that is."

"Yes sir," the man left, he was obviously a soldier of Area 51's… but he was wearing ARC soldier clothing…

Jack stood high on the rooftop of a building and muttered to himself. "One day… One day they'll all realise that I was right. It's for the better, you know… and they all said I was crazy. 'Jack Maitland the mental Area 51 soldier' they said… hah! They'll see… once Shamus destroys the ARC, and Helen Cutter has done what she was supposed to… we'll have the natural order in place… and our future will be secure…"

TBC in Chapter 12!

Here's to hoping it was worth the wait! I did make the chapter longer than most, and answered some good questions! :)

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ONE QUESTION I HAVE FOR YOU READERS! I'm taking a poll... what do you guys think; should Connor be with Dian or Abby? We're all thinking it... now tell me what you guys think should happen! I listen real well ;)

Thank you for reading! You are all wonderous!