The halls were pitch black, the only source of light from the soft light of his small flashlight. He wandered through the never ending grey corridors, chasing the sleep that evaded him. Connor let out a sigh, there was no hope. He had to face it, his past wouldn't let him sleep, and never would.

He continued until he reached the electric panel that opened up into a secret corridor he and Jackie had discovered a week after their arrival at Area 52. He pushed through and wandered over to a wall, sliding his light over the familiar names of his team mates.

"Please Connor!"

"Stop this!"

"No!"

Their bodies lying in a pile of broken limbs before him, his eyes neon red and his lips lifted into a sick smile. Jackie started running in a circle around him, then closed it off. He fell through dimension after dimension until he landed in a barren land. No life, nothing. He screamed in anger, then sent shockwave after shockwave in front of him. A crack formed in the air, and a grin formed on his lips. He could break through and take revenge. He could kill Jackie.

"No!" Connor screamed, collapsing to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he sobbed, tears running like a waterfall down his face.

He pulled his knees up to his chest and started rocking back and forth on the floor, sobs and cries filling the quiet room.

"Connor?"

He automatically quieted and crawled under some large metal columns that hid him from anyone's view.

"Connor?" Jackie's voice softly entered Connor's ears.

"Go away," Connor said shakily.

"No, I won't leave you alone when you need me most," Jackie argued.

"Just leave me alone!" Connor screamed, hot tears sliding down his face.

"No!" Jackie said stubbornly.

"Please," Connor sobbed.

All of a sudden a pair of legs came into Connor's view, and kneeled down until Jack could see Connor clearly.

"Come here," Jack smiled sadly, holding his arms out.

Connor shook his head wildly.

"C'mon Connor, you need to stop beating yourself up for it. You're not to blame for all that, General Laraby and Dr Grant are the ones who gave you the Gamma 13, so if it is anyones fault it's theirs, but it's also mine. I should have listened to you when you tried to tell me," Jack frowned.

"But I killed them!" Connor screamed.

Jack reached into the small little cave of metal and wrapped his arms around Connor's smaller frame, tuggin him out of his small hole.

Connor struggled against his brothers arms, pushing and kicking out, but making sure to never hurt Jackie. Eventually, he gave up and lay limp and Jack dragged him out of the small hole and onto his lap. He cradled Connor in his arms, running his hand through his hair and whispering comforting words into his ear.

Connor whimpered and pressed his face into Jackie's neck, tears pouring down his cheeks as his body shook in Jackie's arms.

"You'll be okay Connor, I promise," Jack whispered.

"I'm sorry," Connor moaned, sobs tearing out of his throat.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, it wasn't your fault," Jackie said firmly.

Connor just kept crying, curled up in his brothers arms.

Ten minutes later, his sobs subsided and his body no longer shook.

"Are you okay now?" Jack pulled Connor's face from his neck and held his face in his hands, looking him in the eyes.

"No," Connor mumbled, looking down.

"You will be though, you're my brother and I'm going to do whatever it takes to help you feel better," Jackie murmured.

Connor gave his younger brother a watery smile.

"Don't worry Connor, you'll be okay again."

Connor snuggled his face into his brothers neck, a smile for the first time since he was reunited with Jackie and met the new Zenith Team.

He would be okay, someday.