Hello. And so the story is finished. At points, I was wondering if it would, given all the stuff which has delayed it. Thank you to all who have stayed with me and reached the end. Means so much. Name checks at the end =-)

This epilogue, I think, is calm end, with a bit of Jecker thrown in because... well, there'd been hardly any! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Here or on the Moon.

Phillip was waiting for them when they finally emerged. The sun was just beginning to rise, giving the sky an orange glow, and most of the crowds had dispersed, retiring to their beds before the world woke up for another day in the office in a few hours times. Lester thought fondly of his office which now lay, no doubt, in ruins. Still, the damage was only slightly worse than after the explosion Helen caused and they'd rebuilt it quickly enough then.

Becker was walking independently besides the civil servant, with Connor next to him in case that situation changed. The Captain's clothes were ripped and damp, his hair dishevelled and his complexion generally pale. Lester had no idea what had happened, nor, he was sure, did he want to know. On being pulled from the pipe, which was a close fit for the Captain, he had sat shivering and gagging in a corner while the rest of the team pulled Matt, who seemed to be quicker than Becker even though Lester was positive he was burlier. On the other hand, Matt had mentioned Becker had a head injury from earlier so maybe that was it...

Lester had worked with this kind of team for long enough; he liked to think he could sense when he wasn't being told something. However, he trusted Matt and Becker enough to know when to withhold information.

Phillip started to approach the group and Lester settled the details in his mind of why he hadn't called; any reasonable man would accept Lester had been more than a little preoccupied, but Burton wasn't always reasonable.

Luckily, everyone's attention was grabbed by a shrill cry and a multi-coloured blur which landed on Becker.

"What happened? Are you OK? You don't look OK – you look pale. Do you have any injuries? The ambulances have all gone. Perhaps I should drive you to hospital. I mean, if you need to go. No obligation, of course, but I can take anyone else hurt too... you do look pale."

"Jess!" cried Lester, halting her tirade and saving Becker, who looked thoroughly bemused. "What are you doing here? You should be at the hospital."

Jess looked blank. "But how can help there?" Lester sighed exasperated, but his response was cut short by his mobile ringing. Pulling it out, Lester groaned and walked away to answer it. Phillip changed his course in accordance, but seeing how Lester was on the phone to either the Minister or his wife, he'd have a wait.

"Right. Well, I need to go and sort out the security of all this then," said Becker, glancing around at the scattering of black clothed men at certain strategic points. Matt and Abby shared a look before Matt accosted the Captain just as he was heading off and thrust him at Jess, who caught him as he stumbled.

"Oh no you're not, mate. Jess, take him home," the Irishman ordered. "He needs food and rest."

"I can't leave everything like this!" exclaimed Becker, gesturing wildly at the ARC. Lyons caught his superior's arm and lowered it.

"I'm sure we'll cope without you for one day. It'll probably still be in this state tomorrow." Becker opened his mouth, but Lyons cut across him. "With respect, sir, if you stay, I'll suggest to all the men to ignore your orders." Becker tried to speak again. "And then, maybe Banks will suggest it." Becker remained silent, the thought of facing the Sergeant, who would have all the men supporting him, swaying his decision – to be fair, Banks only interfered in stuff like this.

Eventually, Becker gave in to the faint tug of Jess, who led him away to her car, which had only suffered scratched paintwork. Matt smiled at the minor victory. Right up to moment Lyons spoke again.

"You're going too, sir."

"But..."

"If we get to your plants, we'll water them and place them in someone's garden shed. Otherwise, scoot!" The raised eyebrows brokered no argument and Matt had to admit he didn't know what he'd do and he was beginning to feel tired, the adrenaline wearing off. Without another word, he sloped off. Abby and Connor smiled sweetly and Lyons nodded for them to go too.

"Why can't we go home?" grumbled Stevens, who was picking pieces of dust his uniform. Lyons pinned him with a stare. Stevens didn't react, but continued picking.

"Because they got in for work at 9 o'clock yesterday morning, whereas you came in at 9 o'clock yesterday evening in response to an SOS."

"3 hours earlier than normal," muttered Stevens. "And I've had to climb up and down that lift twice as many times as you and running around after Connor and being shoved down narrow pipes and through small holes."

"Fine! Then go!"

Stevens tore his gaze from the dust and answered calmly and innocently: "No, I'm fine."

"Another more frustrated cry filled the air.

Becker groaned as he approached his door. Jess looked at him concerned and grabbed his arm in case he was about to keel over. She still didn't know what was wrong with him, but she took some comfort in the fact that his colour was returning.

"I left my house key at the ARC in my locker." He reached out and pressed the doorbell before Jess could offer to take him back to her place. "Scott's not going to be happy," he said, leaning back. Jess' eyes widened.

"Oh right. So Scott? That would be your..." she searched for the correct word. Becker didn't seem to register the pause or the slight disappointed panic that appeared in her tone.

"Flatmate." Jess let out a minor sigh of relief which she tried to deny afterwards. Becker glanced round as if he thought he had heard something, but wasn't certain.

The door opened and revealed a man, hair sticking out everywhere and rubbing his eye, wearing only boxers. Jess kept her eyes up, while Becker's went awkwardly sideways. Scott let out a long groan and stepped back to allow Becker admittance; the Captain gently tugged Jess in.

"I have so many questions I don't want to have them answered right now," complained Scott as he slammed the door behind them. "Do you know what time it is?"

"I thought you didn't want answers," replied Becker, as he hung his jacket up. Scott waved away the technicality and turned to Jess, who was beginning to feel embarrassed.

"Where d'you pick her up then?"

"Scott!" exclaimed Becker, angrily. "She's a colleague who has given me a lift. Go back to bed!" Scott murmured an apology, shrugged and swung past Becker back up the stairs. "Sorry about him. Look, it's too late for you go back safely now; I dare say you were awake all the time we were trapped. You can use the guest room; it's always made up" Jess stared dumbfounded; this wasn't something she was expecting – hoping maybe, expecting no way.

"I can't..." she began, but Becker cut her off.

"Come on. If it makes you feel better, I do have a head injury and I don't think Scott will bother checking on me." Jess smiled, nodded and followed Becker up.

After showing Jess to the guestroom, Becker finally entered his room, breathing in the fresh air and lying down on his bed. There, he fell asleep, with the door wide open.

The end.

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