Sorry again that it took so long to update, I had some serious issues with writer's block. This is the last chapter of the story and I most likely won't be posing another for a while. I have half a novel to finish, but hopefully I'll finish relatively soon and get back to Jecker. Enjoy!

Becker felt a moment of panic when he woke to an empty and surprisingly cold bed. The soldier in him wondered how the hell she'd managed to get away without waking him up, but for once the simple male part of him was grieving her absence. Becker couldn't help but think that maybe last night had all been a dream and that Jess really was gone for good. However glancing down at the lavender comforter that covered him tossed that theory right out the window. A clatter from the kitchen had him out of bed before his mind could catch up with the rest of his body. A soft curse followed and Becker had to hold back a smile at the sound of his sweet innocent Jess using curses that he was pretty sure most of his soldiers didn't even know. Knowing there was no danger, he walked slowly towards the noise, taking in the decor that he'd missed last night. The flat was surprisingly muted compared to the usually brightly robed field coordinator. The walls of the hallway were a light moss green with a cream trim that was extremely comforting. Family photos lined the walls, making it easy to see that Jess got her brilliant smile from the woman next to her who he assumed was her mother. When he finally reached the kitchen he was surrounded by pale yellow walls and he could see Jess hovering by the stove as the delicious smell of bacon wafted through the front rooms. Jess didn't turn around as he made his way towards her. He watched her as she flitted about the kitchen, looking a little like a butterfly in her light blue night gown.

He couldn't resist the temptation of her for long and he slid silently up behind her to wrap his arms around his very startled girlfriend. Becker froze for a second when the word girlfriend crossed his mind. They hadn't actually discussed the terms of their newfound relationship. They hadn't really discussed much of anything last night, other than which way was the bedroom.

"I thought you were still sleeping," Jess said as she leaned back into his embrace. Her hair tickled Becker nose, nearly overwhelming him with the lingering scent of her shampoo and he buried his face into the crook of her neck. It was the only way he could think of reassuring himself that this wasn't going to disappear.

"When you weren't in bed, I thought last night was a dream and you were really gone for good," he whispered into her hair. Jess twisted around until she could wind her arms around him neck, pressing herself tightly against him.

"I don't plan on going anywhere," she said. She looked down shyly, a slight blush flowing over her cheeks, "Especially after last night." Becker couldn't help but grin a little at the memories her words invoked. A slight sting told him that Jess had slapped his bare chest and he grabbed her hand before she could pull it away, pulling it up to his face to press a kiss to her knuckles.

"Don't let it go to your head," she said, glaring at him slightly, "You're ego's big enough already." Becker smiled again and dipped his head to kiss her softly before he could change his mind. It was still hard for him to let himself show her how much he loved her after hiding it away for so long. Walking into the ops room searching for her body had easily been the hardest thing he'd ever had to do, and honestly he wasn't sure how he'd kept his knees from collapsing when he'd found her looking so lifeless.

"Becker?" Jess' voice brought him out of the awful memories.

"Stay with me," he said without much thought. Jess frowned at him.

"I hadn't planned on leaving anytime soon," she said slowly, "Especially since we're in my apartment."

"No," Becker said shaking his head quickly, "I mean forever." Jess stared at him in shock for a moment, her eyes wide and he found it absolutely captivating.

"Are you propose…" She started, but was quickly cut off by Becker.

"No," he said, "Not yet anyway. I want you to move in with me." The pale pallor of her skin had Becker looking around for a seat of some kind of chair, just in case she fell over. He settled on a dining room chair and led her over to it, dropping to his knees in front of her when she was steady. "As corny as it sound Jess, when I realized you were in the ops room and I couldn't get to you I knew the only reason I was still alive was that I had to bring you home first. After that I probably would have walked to the armory and put a pistol in my mouth." He ignored Jess' horrified gasp and the way her hands tightened on his shoulders.

"Becker, I…"

"Wait, Jess please," He said looking up at her, his heart aching at the sight of tears in her eyes. She bit her lip and nodded, "I can't lose anyone else without losing touch with reality, and if I lost you there'd be nothing else for me." He dropped a kiss to her bare thigh, just below the hem of her nightgown, and settled his cheek against the same spot. He wrapped his arms around her hips as if he could anchor her to him by shear will power. "I love you, please come home with me."

Becker waited with bated breath for her answer, a small part of him terrified that she'd reject him after he'd let all his walls down. After only a second Becker felt Jess start to run her fingers through his hair, causing his muscles to relax unconsciously. She finally tugged him up by his hair and kissed him with every ounce of passion she possessed.

"I love you," she said with a giddy smile, "and I not going anywhere." Becker couldn't help but smile, and he knew he'd be doing a lot more of it over the years.