AN: This fic was as wild a ride as Feral, if in a different sort of way. I appreciate all the reviews and feedback immensely, by the way! 3

This is the final chapter, and I hope I've wrapped all the bits of the story up well, and I hope you enjoy what I've done.

Connor ran his thumb over the buttons on his device. Kieren was talking to two of the SF's about something a few feet away, but Connor had tuned out.

He gazed at the point before him where he would open the anomaly. It seemed almost unreal. Not too long ago he'd walked through an anomaly, unsuspecting, to find himself in an alternate timeline. Connor was a bit embarrassed that he'd blamed Evan for finding things different on the other side of the anomaly.

He shook his head, rolling his shoulders. It had happened, and that was that. Now his only duty was to get back home. Connor rubbed his thumb across the sequence again. He wasn't quite sure what he was waiting for. Connor glanced at his watch. He'd already gotten the all-clear from Matt and Becker. Jacks! Where was she?

"Kieren," He called over his shoulder. "Do y' know where Jacks is?"

"Right here, Conn." He turned around at the sound of her voice.

"Jacks!"

"Thought you were going to leave without saying goodbye?" She teased him. It was a noticeable how their interactions had changed from their first meeting up to now. In the beginning, he knew he'd been uncomfortable around her. He kept looking at her and imagining he was looking at Abby, and it had hurt. But now he could see her as Jackalyn, a different person, and a friend. He'd miss her, he couldn't lie about that.

"'Course not." Connor said, laughing.

They hugged, and then Jacks stepped back.

"It's time for you to go home." She told him. "Abby's waitin'."

He smiled. "I hope your Connor comes through that anomaly." He told her.

"Me too." Jacks said, sighing.

"Ready to go, Conn?" Kieren asked, walking over. Connor nodded, turning away to power up his device. He punched in the numbers, and aimed. A few seconds passed, and just as he was getting nervous, the shards of an anomaly appeared, unfolding like a strange but beautiful flower from thin air.

"Wow." Jacks murmured. Neither she nor Kieren had ever seen an anomaly open.

"Never ceases to amaze me, even after all the danger and death linked to their existence in me life." Connor said softly. It was true, even after New Dawn. Anomalies were beautiful. People and creatures were dangerous.

Kieren looked at Connor, who nodded. Just before the two men stepped into the anomaly, Connor paused.

"Oh, and you should ask him out. He loves you, I'm sure of it." Connor said to Jacks, half-turning to grin at her.

"Cheeky." She muttered, laughing.

"Bye!"

They vanished into the swirling shards of time and space.

Jacks gazed at the anomaly, seconds ticking by. Her hope faded quickly.

And then all of a sudden, Connor stepped out of the anomaly. He was dressed differently, and Kieren wasn't in tow. In the back of her mind she wondered what had happened to their Kieren, but the rest of her mind was focused on the man before her.

"Jacks?" Connor asked, his tone hopefuly. She grinned at him.

"Yep." He broke out into a giant beaming grin, rushing forwards and sweeping her up into an enthusiastic hug, her feet not quite touching the ground.

"I missed you!" He told her, the words muffled.

"Me too." Jacks said softly. He set her back on her feet, and smiled hesitantly at her from under his eyelashes. She chuckled. "My idiot." His brow furrowed, and then his eyes slammed shut as she grabbed the lapel of his shirt, pulled him close, and kissed him.

"A very smart man gave me some good advice." She murmured when they parted, opening her eyes to meet his gaze.

"Huh." He paused. "Will you go out with me, Jacks?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

"I had a bit of advice from a very smart woman." He told her. And then they didn't say very much at all.

Later the ARC would recieve a call from Canada's Tank, asking them to pick up a man named Kieren, who had wandered, bewildered, out of an anomaly on the same day a different Connor Temple walked out of an anomaly and turned Jacks' life into chaos. She silently thanked that other Connor, and his Abby. Without them, who knows when she and her Conn would've gotten together? Or if they would have at all? And of course she was glad to find Kieren was okay, if a little confused.

"You should write everything down in your diary, Conn." Abby commented, as they lay cuddled close in bed. He jerked in surprise.

"How'd y' know about me diary?!"

"It's how we figured out how to get the other Connor home, and how we knew you'd come through that anomaly earlier." Well, they weren't exactly sure if the other Connor had arrived home safely. But there was no way to find out.

"What do you mean?" Connor asked, thoroughly confused.

"Matt had a version of your diary from his timeline, from the future."

"Oh. Huh." He snuggled closer to her again, kissing her cheek. Abby pulled the duvet up over their shoulders, and settled back against the pillows, closing her eyes.

"Abbs..."

"Yeah, Conn?"

"How'd Matt get a future me's diary? An' why'd 'e hold onto it?" She opened her eyes, unsure how much to divulge of her suspicions.

"I think he's related to us, somehow."

"Wow."

"Mhm."

Abby began drifting off again, but Connor had one more thing on his mind.

"Abbs?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"Love you too." She mumbled sleepily, twining her fingers with his. He smiled, and closed his eyes. Soon, they were fast asleep.

Matt carefully put the diary away in its box in his closet, taking care not to disturb the slumbering Emily in his bed as he did so. Then he pulled out his own diary from beneath his pillow, writing down the day's events in it. He knew that Abby would corner him tomorrow to ask about Connor's diary.

He wasn't sure how much he should tell her, whether he should give away that he had been born their son, and in his timeline was orphaned after New Dawn and brought up by the man he had known for the rest of his life as 'dad'.

He was sure Abby had made her own conclusions, and Connor as well. He didn't really need to confirm or deny any of it. Not even Emily knew the full story.

He glanced at his father's - at Connor's - diary in its box, and smiled as he got into bed, putting away his own book beneath his pillow.

Connor woke, opening his eyes to find sunlight streaming in the windows. A glance at his clock told him it was noon - his clock! He was home! He suddenly recalled the day before, and relaxed. He heard the door to his and Abby's room open, and the bed sunk slightly.

"Mornin'." He said.

"Lester said we have the day off." Abby told him. "How does breakfast in bed sound?"

"Mhh, like heaven on earth." He said, rolling over to face her. He paused. "You're beautiful." Connor added, smiling. She rolled her eyes, putting the tray down to lean close and press a kiss to his lips.

"My silly, loving idiot." Abby murmured, pulling the sheet up to her lap before leaning towards the bedside table. She carefully picked up the tray and lay it across their laps as Connor sat up.

They were contentedly quiet as they ate, shoulders touching.

"It's kinda funny." Connor commented, out of the blue.

"What is, Conn?" Abby asked, raising an eyebrow. She was used to this sort of thing from her genius of a husband, but she was curious.

"How it was all about gettin' back to you - and then it was also about fixin' time, as well. And in the end, both of us focused on gettin' the alternate timeline's versions of ourselves together."

"Well, how could we not?" Abby said, chuckling. "I love you too much, and you love me too much, for me to not try and get them to have the same amount of happiness that we have together."

"Yeah." He took a sip of tea and then hummed, bumping her shoulder with his own, gently. "I'm really, really glad I got back to you, Abbs." Connor told her.

"Me too, love."