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We Have To Go Back - Primeval_Denial Art Prompt Challenge Fic Part II - basched
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We Have To Go Back - Primeval_Denial Art Prompt Challenge Fic Part II
Title: We Have To Go Back Part 2
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Becker, Connor, Lester, Abby
Word Count: 10,656
Rating: T, 15
Disclaimed: I don't own anything from here except my one OC.
Summary: They stopped New Dawn, but made it even worse instead.
Author's Note: This is my story for primeval_denial 's Art prompt Challenge.  I had to split it because LJ said it was too long. *sigh*  The picture by deinonychus_1 can be found HERE It's so brilliant! I hope you will enjoy this story and that is makes sense. Ta muchly to fififolle for the beta! Any mistakes and that are all my own!

Again Spoiler notice: Forgot to mention it takes place after S5.  Not seen it? Best do! ;)


Both men tensed. Their backs straightened against the wall and their eyes looked anywhere except at each other. They crossed their arms and sat silently on their backsides for a good long while. Matt didn’t reply. He shuffled nervously and allowed fifteen minutes of rather uncomfortable silence go by.

Becker had never shared such discomfort with his best friend before, with the other Matt. But then, this wasn’t his best friend, this was a future version of him. His injuries and his colder demeanour definitely made him different from the Matt he knew.

 “I was tired,” Matt said at long last.

“I had a sofa.”

“The bed was comfier.”

“Because I was in it?”

“It wasn’t that comfy.”

Becker had to smile at that, as the friendly bickering was what he was used to and liked.  He turned slightly to look at Anderson, only to see the future Matt was looking back at him, sad and tired…as if his mind and body were heavy with a burden that he didn’t want or couldn’t share.

There was immense grief and loss in those eyes. Matt had suffered a great loss and he hadn’t had time to deal with it. But with the way that Matt was shifting more, unfolding his arms and trying to keep his hands from reaching out for Becker, it seemed that Becker's presence wasn’t really helping with that loss.  Maybe he shouldn’t have come along.

“We live together?”  Becker asked suddenly, causing Matt to jerk and again fold his arms, clamping his hands beneath his armpits. “You have a key.”

“We live together. I have my own key, yeah.” Matt turned away, but then that obviously didn’t feel right for him either and he turned back, as if wanting and yet at the same time, not wanting to face Becker.  His control was slowly breaking down, the usually stoic Matt Anderson couldn’t hide what he was feeling now.

“How come?”

“My apartment building was destroyed by a rampaging triceratops. The usual reason.”

“Oh. So…there’s nothing….?”

“Nothing? What?”  Matt’s tone snapped a little harshly.

“There’s nothing more than us just being flatmates and teammates, right? We’re just two men who share the apartment together. Yeah?”

“Becker…” Matt let his hands slip and he ran them both across his face in frustration. “Why do you ask that? Why did you ask a question which is so clearly obvious, even for you?”

“Clearly obvious? Matt…I don’t…” Becker lowered his voice even more when he saw one of the others looking their way. “I had to ask because as far I’m concerned I don’t think of you…that way. I’m not gay.”

“Yeah, well neither am I! But you and I, we share…we’re…”

“What are we then? Fuck buddies?”

That term clearly disagreed with Matt, who sneered with disgust.

“Becker…it’s not like that. We never thought about it that way. There were no labels or tags on what we…what we had.  We’re not fuck buddies.”

“So…what are we? Friends who hug a lot?”

“We’re…really…really good mates.”

“Oh really.” Becker frowned. “That makes me feel a heck of a lot better about it.”

That was all that was said on the matter. It was all that was said at all.

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Two hours later and the storm finally subsided.

Matt checked the toxicity levels with another one of Connor’s devices and gave the all clear.  With some extra supplies snagged from the stores of the future bunker, everyone was ready and prepped to go, with Becker leading the way.

He could see now. As Becker climbed up out of the ground, he could look around at the dark, dusty and lifeless scenery before him.  The sky was a dreary mixture of sickly mustard yellows that poked through black clouds, and the biting wind had died down to leave a sweltering heat that hung thick in the air.

This was really hell.

He heard the similar mutters from his men who were already forming a defensive circle around him and Matt, who had pushed up his mask to get a better look at the device in his hands.  Becker scanned the horizon and looked across the huge rocks sticking up from the dead ground. From the corner of his eye, as one would spot a spider scurrying across the floor, Becker saw movement.

“This way. The anomaly is this way, follow me.” Matt turned to his right and indicated with a wave of his hand. They did as he commanded and followed him.

It was a steady brisk pace at first, but when the small fleeting movements turned suddenly into a rush of creatures coming towards them, they all started to run.  No one needed to order them to do it, they just did.

They ran with all their might, taking what shots they could, but the bullets really didn’t help. All of Matt’s sonic devices were operational, but the predators were still too far away for his inventions to take full effect.  Becker snapped one of the grenades from his belt and activated it as Matt had shown him before. He turned, stopped and took aim, throwing the grenade directly in amongst the creatures.

There wasn’t a spectacular flash or loud explosion.

It was chilling, eerie to see so many suddenly stop in their tracks and have their bat-like screeches silenced.   It was even more so when some began to move again, the grenade not affecting them at all.

Becker kept on running.

He hoped that Matt was able to close the artificial anomaly properly and they could get out of here.  Alive.

It was difficult to make out what was really going on.

The storm may have been over, but the wind was still whipping up the dust and, through that, the cries and unearthly howls of the predators that surrounded them, with the bullets and yells of his men, Becker couldn’t keep track on anything.

Except on Matt.

Becker gave orders to his men to direct their fire, that came quite naturally, but his main focus was on Matt. He stood close by him, shielding him as Matt worked the controls of Connor’s device. Matt’s fingers were moving so quickly and every so often they would rise up and wipe grime and sweat across his face. 

Matt was counting down. His voice was tense and desperate whilst he looked and hoped for results from the space of air in front of him. Every time he looked up he was so angry and frustrated. He had said the anomaly was here, this was where Connor, himself and Abby had come through before, but now there was nothing. It was microscopic in size but somehow it was still being powered, but by nothing that Becker could see.

Becker didn’t want to know how this was happening. He just wanted it to stop, he wanted Matt to close it once and for all.

The sonic grenades kept away the majority of creatures, and the individual clips on their persons kept those who could still move from getting closer. They were slowed down and bullets finished them off, but it wouldn’t last. Becker knew that they wouldn’t be able to last for long.

The grenades were going to fail soon.

Ten. Nine. Eight.

"Matt!”

“I’m getting there!” 

Seven. Six. Five.

“Get there faster!”

“Do you want to do this?”

Four. Three. Two.

“Nah…you’re good!”  Becker procured another—their last –grenade and as Barnes and Jones ducked, he lobbed it just in time.

One.

Just as the creatures were set to move again, they were stopped. The grenade landed perfectly and encompassed them.  Whilst Becker and his men could have a moment to breathe, all around them, the statues of creatures could barely do so. They were trapped, but Becker and his men didn’t have enough ammo. No amount of conserving would leave them with enough.

“What are we going to do, sir?” asked Jones.

Becker looked to Matt, again.  The device had found the anomaly, even though no one could actually see it, but something wasn’t right.  Becker knelt down next to Matt and rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Do I need to ask?”

Matt looked away from his work for a second.

“I think we’re going to have to go along with the back-up plan.”

“It’s not locking? Is there something wrong on the other side?”

“Oh, it’s locking, just not quick enough.”

“So what’s the back-up plan?”

Matt slapped the AOD into Becker’s palm.

“You and the others go back to open the other anomaly. I’ll remain here and make sure this one locks properly. When it does, there won’t be a problem anymore.”

“You’re staying here?”

“Yeah.”

Becker really didn’t like that back-up plan.

It was stupid.

“So how are you going to keep synching the devices after we’ve gone and the grenades wear out?”

“I still have time.”

“No. You don’t. You’ll be torn apart.”

“Then what do you suggest, Becker? Huh? Do you have any ideas to stop my future from happening?”

“Yeah, we’ll all go back now. We know about the anomaly, we can keep it secure with ARC personnel stationed around it 24 hours a day, whilst you and you and Connor come up with another plan! The three of you are all geniuses, surely you can come up with an alternative! Invent some damned sodding gizmo or whatever!”

“It doesn’t….it's not like that! You have to leave, now! You and the men will draw away the predators and allow me time to lock this anomaly.”

“No! You’ll die!”

“So what if I do?”

So that was it?

Matt just needed someone to help him get here, where he could end up sacrificing himself? Again? Did he really think they would leave him here alone?  Becker looked around one more time at their surroundings and grimaced with disgust.

So Matt had been born in this place and he had grown up in this hell, but Becker wasn’t going to let him die here.  Having two Matt Andersons in the present might be confusing and a bit annoying, but it beat letting any of them die.

Becker wasn’t going to let him try to be a martyr again. Whatever nightmare he had been through, surely there was another way out…other than ending his life.

“Matt…I’m not going to let you do this.”

“Yes! You will…Just get out of here, take the others and leave!”

Becker wanted to argue like he always did with Matt, he wanted to hit him for being so stupid but he decided upon a different plan, one which would foil this idiotic suicidal one. He gave Jones the AOD and ordered him to lead the others back to safety with nothing but some hand gestures and stern expressions.

Thankfully Jones didn’t argue, understanding all too clearly that the lives of the others were paramount.  He and the remaining five took off, leaving just Matt and Becker surrounded by the statues of predators.

Matt didn’t know until Becker knelt down next to him. He thought Becker had gone.

The look of horror and fear on Matt’s face confused Becker. Matt’s fist clenched hard at the side of Becker’s neck, squeezing desperately, and the terror in his eyes intensified as  Becker felt the sharp pain of Matt’s nails digging through his skin.

“I told you to leave!”

“Since when do I ever do what you tell me to do?”

“Becker! Go! I beg you! I don’t want to see you die, not again! Please!”

Becker grabbed Matt by the neck.

“No. I’m not going anywhere.”

Matt snarled and wrenched himself out of Becker’s hold and immediately focused back on his task at hand.

Becker wasn’t going to ask why Matt wanted to end his life. He didn’t need to know.

When they had first met, it was impossible to tell Matt was feeling anything, even when he was joking, but Becker had never seen him like this before.  This was desperate, this was teetering on the edge and looking into the abyss.

Matt wanted to die.  He wanted to stay here and not have to live with his nightmares, with the memories he had.  Were they that bad that Matt felt this was the only solution?

Matt continued to work. He grew more and more frustrated with being unable to keep the anomaly locked and it was horrible to see him in such a state. Becker touched his shoulder, but Matt just shrugged him off.

“You won’t go?” he sneered.

“No. Not without you.”

“I don’t want to…please. Let me do this…”

“For god’s sake, why?”

“Why do you think I came to your time on my own, Becker?” Matt said, thumping harder at the controller in his hands when it wasn’t doing what he wanted it to do. “Everyone else is dead. Lester, Connor, Abby, Jess and Emily. Everyone is dead and that included YOU!  I had to watch my friends…the people I care about…the man….the person I love die horribly in front of me and while I barely made it out of that hell unscathed, I don’t want to see that again. I don’t want to go on remembering that.”

“So your solution is to die?”

“I can’t go back to your time, Becker. I can’t…I’ll always remember, it’ll always be in my head, in my dreams…I can’t get rid of them. This way, I can make sure none of that ever happens. You’ll have the other me, he won’t remember any of it.”

“Well it’s tough luck for you, Anderson. I’m not leaving unless you come with me, so you’ve got no choice!”

“You don’t know what it was like!” Matt yelled suddenly in mixed up desperate rage. “You don’t know what I’ve been through, if you did, you’d allow me to do this!”

“No, I don’t know what it was like, but I don’t care right now! I’m not letting you sacrifice yourself! Now get that anomaly locked!”

Matt complied and began to once again work at the controls on the device. He didn’t like that Becker knew what he was intending to do, that Becker wasn’t going to allow him to stay, but he worked just as hard. Becker watched him, kept a reassuring hand on his shoulder and mentally counted down again how much time they had left.

Becker looked up momentarily and gazed at the hundreds of panting immobile killer predators surrounding them. To think a tiny little grenade pulse was keeping them like that, how infuriating it must be. He recalled the one he shot in the ARC, how he was able to approach it and blow its head off…this time, he wouldn’t have a chance.

When that grenade lost its power, they were going to be seriously pissed.

“Matt…there’s not much time.”

He had to get Matt back as well or else they’ll both die.

“I know.”

“Fifteen minutes, Matt.”

“I know! It’s not a simple thing I’m doing here.  Connor and I are using these locking devices from two ends, across time! If they’re not in synch then…oh!”

It didn’t take a genius to know what the green flashing indicator on the controller meant.  The anomaly was finally locked so he grabbed the scruff of Matt’s jacket and hauled him up to his feet.

  Matt looked stunned. He had obviously expected to be here alone when the anomaly closed, he expected to die, he had wanted to. A single tear was streaming down his cheek and he was absolutely aghast that he was standing.

“Matt! The thing is locked, yeah?”

Matt bobbed his head.

“It’s going to stay locked?”

He nodded again.

“Good! Then let’s go!”

Becker then shoved Matt forward but he had to drag him a little way before they both started running with all their might. Fear and desperation fuelled them on, it allowed them to weave in and out of the many panting gasping creatures without bumping into them—much—but it was difficult.

Becker had to yell at Matt several times, thinking that he was purposely lagging behind, but he wouldn’t allow it.  He dragged and hauled Matt, screaming at him like a drill sergeant, giving him more motivation to keep going, to not give up.

The gas masks proved useless, for the restricted vision impeded their speed, and so when they were discarded, their lungs stung like hell breathing in the sulphurous air. Forcing themselves to run was an awful strain on all parts of their bodies, all their muscles were aching so much.

He wanted to stop. Becker wanted to badly stop for a moment to get his breath back, to allow the pain in his feet and legs and in his chest to ease, but neither one of them would dare when hundreds and thousands of predators screamed together, as they were released from the force of the sonic grenade.

Now they were free to give chase.

They didn’t need to look.

Becker and Matt pumped their arms and legs as much as they could, they pushed themselves on and on, thankful at least that any predator who had managed to avoid the grenade had been felled by the rest of Becker’s men a few moments before them.

Becker had run from some predators before, trying to rescue Abby’s brother, but not as many as this. He had never been so afraid in his life and the pain in his throat, chest and in his legs were not going to make him stop even though he desperately wanted to.  Matt led them in the right direction, but every so often, he would stumble, and Becker would drag him along again, back to his own feet.

The predators were getting closer and closer. While the two men had had some kind of head start, it really meant nothing to the predators and the speed they could reach.  The ground began to incline and Matt and Becker were reduced to scrambling with hands and feet up the loose rubble of rocks. The sharp edges of the stones cut and ripped at Becker’s skin, but even that pain wasn’t going to stop him.

Panic was screaming in his chest and in his head.

He didn’t want to die here. Not like this.

The anomaly was right there!

Jones and the others had reached it and kept it open! Jones and one other soldier was waiting at the entrance, firing into the ocean of creatures and providing them much needed cover. Becker heard Jones’ encouraging cries for them to ‘get a move on’ and then felt Matt’s hand grab his arm and pull. It was Matt’s turn to drag and help him up for the last dash to safety.

Becker didn’t look back. Matt was right next to him, running just as frantically as he was and then as Becker jumped through the anomaly, he heard a loud tearing rip and a scream.

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Becker fell.

He fell flat on his face. There was a loud bang and Becker felt something collapse on his back.

He heard Connor. He heard Abby’s voice calling for help, he was home.

Slowly Becker moved, shifting the heavy weight off his back. He was sore and panting heavily for breath, but something wet was now trailing down his back. Something wet and warm.  When things came back into focus, Becker rose up into a sitting position.

He was at the New Dawn site.  There was Connor, Abby and Emily already waiting and the rest of his men were standing with some others, around what was thought to be thin air, but Becker knew it was the anomaly, completely under wraps.

“Becker!”

Then more panic went off in his head.

Becker looked to his left and saw Matt kneeling over Future Matt and the dead form of one predator.

“Matt!”

Becker ignored Emily’s orders for him to stay still and instead got up and scrambled over to where the Future Matt was lying in a pool of blood. He shoved the other Matt aside and bellowed hoarsely for the ambulance, for medical aid of some kind.

“It’s okay,” Future Matt said, his bloodied hand resting, shaking, against Becker’s. “It would only be complicated with two of us around.”
“Matt…you’re not going to die…help is on its way. We’ve closed the anomaly, so everything is going to be fine, do you hear me?
Everything is going to be fine!”

The Future Matt shook his head and coughed up blood. His hand squeezed and nearly crushed Becker’s fingers, but then he began to shake. There was no way things were going to be just fine, not with those deep slashes ripped across his torso.

“The world is safe now…yeah?”  Matt gasped, scrunching up his face as the pain ebbed over him. Becker nodded.

“Yeah. We saved the world.”  Becker yelled again for help; his voice broke and croaked with anguish and he tried to restrain it, but failed as he looked helplessly at Matt beneath him. “Hang in there, an ambulance is on its way….”

“Becker…. I’m not going to be fine. Don’t worry,  I wanted this. I needed this. It was better that thing got me and not you…this world needs Hilary Becker, not another me.”

“Matt…”

Becker was caught by surprise when Future Matt’s hand suddenly whipped up and grabbed a hold of Becker’s neck, dragging him down so close their faces were almost touching. Matt was struggling to keep a grip, his fingers were slick with blood and he was growing weaker by the second. His skin was white as anything and his whole body was shaking.

“Matt!”

“Do something, Hils, because he won’t! He hasn’t been able to since you met.” With the last of his strength, Future Matt pulled Becker into him and kissed him hard on the lips.

Becker was lost for words.  He gasped, the shock and turmoil of overwhelming emotions hit him like a slap to the face and the tears just streamed down his cheeks and before he knew it, he was kissing him back, murmuring his name against his bloodied mouth, until Matt became limp in his arms.

Lester turned up and demanded a full inspection of the anomaly and a detailed report as to what the heck had gone on.

Becker wasn’t exactly coherent.  He was clearly in shock and grief as they took the body of the other Matt Anderson away and whilst the ARC’s own paramedic team checked him out.

Matt explained to Lester how the predator had come through the anomaly and how the future him had purposely got in its way, pushing Becker to safety. The result was that future Matt got the full brunt of the creature’s attack and couldn’t do anything about the second predator.

Luckily Abby was a good shot.

“Isn’t your other you supposed to disappear or something?” Lester had asked Matt, after the report was finished. A comment like that, uttered by anyone else, would have offended Matt, but he knew that this was just Lester.  “Like they do in films?”

“Not sure.” Matt was confused as well, though not because his other self hadn’t disappeared. Matt was looking at Becker, whilst Emily and Abby spoke to him and comforted him, trying to comprehend what had just occurred between the two of them.

Seeing them kiss, seeing Becker respond to that kiss, it made his heart pound furiously with hope, but it ached because it wasn’t him. It hurt because Matt had never said anything about what he really thought of his best friend.

It had to be a future version of himself that would do it.

“So, who have you assigned?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Who have you assigned to station at this anomaly? I’m not leaving this one unattended until I’m utterly convinced that it’s closed and it’s not going to cause any more trouble. So who’s remaining here?”

Matt hadn’t a clue. He just opened his mouth and thankfully Connor answered for him.

Matt had just seen a future version of himself sliced open by a predator. He had also seen himself kiss his best friend…a last dying act. This wasn’t how he had planned on telling Becker about how he felt.  This wasn’t right at all.

“Anderson…go home.”  Lester interrupted Matt as he was deep in thought and snapped him back to reality.  “Get some rest. You’ve done enough for now and you deserve a break.”

“Yeah. Thank…thank you.”

“Least I could do.”

“It’s really appreciated, Lester. Thank you.”

“Well go on then!” When Matt still couldn’t move, Lester turned to Abby. “Take him home, will you? Sort the pair of them out!”

“I’m already taking Becker home.” Abby replied.

“Your car is big enough, isn’t it? There’s more than two seats? Help them out, Miss Maitland! Help them out!”

Matt didn’t remember Abby driving him home. He didn’t even recall sitting in the back of her car staring at Becker who looked just as lost and confused as he was.

It wasn’t a laughing or joking matter anymore.

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Matt never said anything to him.

He asked if Becker was okay, sure, but he never mentioned anything else.  Becker couldn’t exactly find the words either. Everything was vague and uncertain about the second Matt, and the small memorial service they held for him after Watson’s funeral was beyond bizarre.
No one knew how to feel or react to someone who was dead, but alive and standing next to them as well.

It freaked Matt out attending his own memorial, that much was obvious. For Becker it angered and upset him at the same time. He was confused and so he kept a distance from everyone else.

He hated that this Matt had died, that he had wanted it and had finally got his own way. He hated it that Matt never got round to explaining what exactly they were, what they meant to each other.  Becker wanted to know why, when he kissed him back, that it didn’t feel odd or gross.

Sure, they had saved the world, the anomaly was finally locked and secured from both ends but now there was just normal real life to get on with. That mission was over and until Connor and Matt and the other scientists figured out how that anomaly was still being powered, there was nothing else they could do, except keep it locked and guarded.

Now, there was just the ordinary day to day work of the ARC to carry out.

Becker and Matt edged around each other from then on. Becker found himself being extremely polite to Matt, almost shy and awkward, as was Matt himself, instead of bickering and behaving like teens playing pranks on one another.  Such a drastic change in their attitudes and manners towards each other ended up weirding everyone out.

Lester didn’t like it one bit, especially when the weekend team trips down the Red Lion became damned awkward.  They had all seen the kiss, they’d all witnessed Becker’s reaction to that, and that kiss had thrown a perfectly good friendship out of alignment and had stirred up some curiosity in the others that only made the two men more uncomfortable and distant.

Until one day, another anomaly opened.

There were no future versions of anyone, no one to say that the world was in more peril. It was just a simple and ordinary anomaly to the past. Becker took the report and called the others.

“Where is it?” cried Connor as he, Matt, Emily and Abby rushed up to Becker and climbed into the car.  Becker turned to Matt in the front seat, a small smile on his face, and placed something in Matt's hand.

“I have a feeling you’re going to need this afterwards, mate.”

Everyone in the back leaned forward to see what it was, but they were just as confused as Matt was.

“It’s the spare key to your apartment?” said Emily “Why?”

Matt grinned.

“Do you know something I don’t?”  Matt asked.

Becker started the car and drove off.

“There’s a triceratops on the rampage…and you’re not going to like where it’s headed.”

The end of another long and weary day had Hilary Becker almost falling through the door and to the floor of his apartment. He would have fallen flat on his face if a strong arm around him hadn’t been there.

“Careful!”

Becker grinned and latched on to Matt. Both of them could just about keep themselves upright as they stumbled further into the apartment.   Eyes were heavy and sore and so were all their limbs. They stank and while the thought of a shower was tempting, they were just too tired.

Matt helped Becker into his bedroom, they staggered and stumbled to the end of the bed before swaying together, again barely able to stay upright.

“Your bed is there, mate.” Matt yawned. “Sleep tight. I’ll take the sofa.”

“Okay…g’night.”

Becker yawned as well, grinned and then delicately cupped Matt’s face in his hands and drew him close in for a kiss.  The contact of their mouths woke them up—barely—and Matt looked as if he  couldn’t believe it. He gasped and started to say something, but instead he kissed him back.

Drowsy and sleepy, half awake, they continued with the kiss, not really knowing what they were doing but enjoying it anyway.  Their hands roamed, through each other’s hair and over their bodies, before they began to undress each other…slowly, one item at a time.

“What are we doing?” Matt asked, his words broken as he and Becker continued to kiss and strip themselves. There was an awkward moment when the flies of Becker’s trousers were caught and wouldn’t quite slip down, but after a few hard tugs, they dropped, Becker grinning happily and uttering ‘yay’.

“I dunno,” Becker murmured, groping at Matt’s bare back.  “It feels good.”

“Yeah. It does.”

That was the whole discussion on the matter as when they were finally naked, and they continued to touch and kiss. They didn’t need to talk about it further either when they fell on the bed, dragging the bed covers over them.

It did feel good. It felt right. Different, but right.

“Matt…” Becker pulled out of the kiss momentarily so he could yawn.  “Do you think you can help me take my boots off?”

His only reply was the sound of Matt snoring.

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freddiejoey From: freddiejoey Date: May 6th, 2013 11:37 am (UTC) (Link)
A triumph from beginning to end hon.

Tense and vivid and keeping me right on the edge of my wonky computer chair. Love how you interwove the two Matts into the plot and into Becker's feelings.

And with the loveliest conclusion.
basched From: basched Date: May 6th, 2013 05:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thanks GAL! XD I'm so pleased that you enjoyed it! Had to have a happy ending. I had to. :)
joshinator From: joshinator Date: May 6th, 2013 02:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
Completely awesome!!!!!
basched From: basched Date: May 6th, 2013 05:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thanks! :)
reggietate From: reggietate Date: May 6th, 2013 04:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
I had the feeling Future!Becker and everyone else was going to be dead *meep* But I could understand why Future!Matt wanted to die. At least one of the Matt's is going to be happy, and Becker, too.Terrific story :-)
basched From: basched Date: May 6th, 2013 05:12 pm (UTC) (Link)

Yeah...but they changed the future, so it is yay!

Thanks for reading it. Means a lot. :)
knitekat From: knitekat Date: May 6th, 2013 05:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
Brilliant. Poor Future!Matt, losing everyone and wanting to die.

Yay for Matt and Becker finally getting on the same page.
basched From: basched Date: May 6th, 2013 05:22 pm (UTC) (Link)

Yeah, a tragic future was changed by the fellas finally getting things sorted.

Also me thinks the triceratops might have helped a bit! XD
deinonychus_1 From: deinonychus_1 Date: May 6th, 2013 08:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, this was fantastic! Poor Future Matt, no wonder he was so determined to make it a suicide mission, and no wonder he was just as determined that Becker wasn't going to die with him. But luckily, Becker is a stubborn and determined bugger as well, and wasn't going to leave him alone in that horrible future world.

I had a horrible feeling Future Matt was going to die, meeeeep! But he saved Becker, and together they saved the world, and our boys finally got a clue and sorted themselves out. Yey!

I loved what you've done with the fic, and how it used the art and the future world and the anomaly, and the boys being angsty and serious. I'd been worried about how much 'plotty' stuff to put into the art, without it being too restrictive for the writer, but this was wonderful! :-)
basched From: basched Date: May 8th, 2013 10:46 am (UTC) (Link)

It pleases me so much to know that this story did justice to your fabulous art! It inspired me so much and while it was very angsty for a mo and Future Mat did die, it had to have a happy ending.

Thank you so much! XD
goldarrow From: goldarrow Date: May 6th, 2013 11:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
I do adore full-circle stories. And this one was beautifully done.

“There’s a triceratops on the rampage…and you’re not going to like where it’s headed.”
*snorfle* Perfect.

Terrific story for the artwork! Heck, terrific story anyway
:-D
basched From: basched Date: May 8th, 2013 10:47 am (UTC) (Link)

Twas a good triceratops, weren't it? ;)

Thank you so much for the lovely comment. I'm pleased you enjoyed it. Cheers!
47eleven From: 47eleven Date: May 7th, 2013 02:41 am (UTC) (Link)
This is an absolutely brilliant story. :)
basched From: basched Date: May 8th, 2013 10:47 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you very much. :)
natchris From: natchris Date: May 7th, 2013 11:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow! It's fabulous.

It was a pleasure to read something from this perspective. I've always wanted to know what happened to future Matt.
basched From: basched Date: May 8th, 2013 10:49 am (UTC) (Link)

Aw, thank you very much. I'm pleased that you're pleased, even though I did kill Future Matt. :)
nietie From: nietie Date: May 7th, 2013 02:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

*tries to calm down*

Although this fic is heart wrenching and fateful, it's also such a worthy sequel to the ending of S5. I so wanted an explanation for the future Matt, and you gave us such a beautiful story, that suits the art brilliantly.
basched From: basched Date: May 8th, 2013 10:50 am (UTC) (Link)

*hugs*

Thanks Nietie! Are you okay now? ;)

I'm so pleased you enjoyed it, means so much to me! XD
fififolle From: fififolle Date: May 7th, 2013 03:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
Aww! They are so cute <3
But Becker kissing a dying Matt was just so emotional *WAAHH*
Wonderful timey-wimey perfect story, thank you!
basched From: basched Date: May 8th, 2013 10:52 am (UTC) (Link)

They are aren't they?

It was quite an emotional piece, it did what I wanted it to do! ;)

Thank you Fifi, for everything. I'm pleased you liked it. *hugs*
fredbassett From: fredbassett Date: May 7th, 2013 08:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh bloody hell, poor Future Matt really did die. *sobs*

I love the way you resolved this, though. Great story!
basched From: basched Date: May 8th, 2013 10:54 am (UTC) (Link)

Sorry about that...but it had to happen so Present Matt and Becker could finally come to their senses. Well, that and the triceratops destroying Matt's home.

Thank you Fred. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
flaccidduck From: flaccidduck Date: May 8th, 2013 04:59 am (UTC) (Link)
A complete delight to read.

You write Matt and Becker perfectly.

basched From: basched Date: May 8th, 2013 10:56 am (UTC) (Link)

Aw! Thank you! XD

You think so? That's so lovely. Again, much thanks! XD
lsellersfic From: lsellersfic Date: May 8th, 2013 07:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Silly Becker, struggling with all his internalised homophobia, and poor Future!Matt having to explain it all to him in words of one syllable. Lovely scene where future!Matt dies. Great take on the prompt.
basched From: basched Date: May 13th, 2013 08:55 am (UTC) (Link)

Silly Becker, but he got there in the end!

Thanks for reading and I'm glad that you liked! Cheers!
judithjohn From: judithjohn Date: May 9th, 2013 11:18 am (UTC) (Link)
Completely lovely and moving story.
basched From: basched Date: May 13th, 2013 08:56 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you very much. :)
celeste9 From: celeste9 Date: May 12th, 2013 04:00 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, poor future Matt, that was so sad! His desperation was heartbreaking but Becker refusing to leave him was perfect. Wonderful tense, exciting fic that's so fitting to the art, with a very sweet ending. :) I also loved that awkward conversation at the beginning of this part, friends who hug a lot, hahahaha!
basched From: basched Date: May 13th, 2013 08:57 am (UTC) (Link)

Aw! Again, much thanks lass! I really appreciate it and I do so love that you enjoyed it.

Cheers. :)
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