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A/N : I NORMALLY SUPPORT BECKER/JESS BUT I SAW THE SCENE WHERE LESTER AND JESS ARE TRAPPED IN THE ARC TOGETHER WITH A LOAD OF PREDATORS, AND I THOUGHT IT WAS SORT OF SWEET. SO I DECIDED TO WRITE A STORY THAT SHIPPED LESTER/JESS. ALSO JUST FOR THE SAKE OF THIS STORY LESTER DOESN'T HAVE A WIFE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE IDEA OF THESE TWO THEN DON'T READ ON. IF YOU DO, ENJOY.


Lester was a complicated man and he didn't expect or desire anyone to understand him. He led his own, more or less boring life and the young hooligans he worked with lived theirs. He had spent most of his life clinging onto the social ladder by his fingernails and it had landed him as leader of the Arc, but because of his chosen lifestyle he had ended up alone . That worked for him, alone was a safe option, alone meant he wasn't bound down by anybody. However as he lay bleeding, cold, and trapped with future predators growling ferociously around him he found regret churning up inside of him. If he died now then who would miss him? The answer scraped against his mind. Nobody will miss you James, not one soul. In fact he wouldn't be surprised if everybody he knew threw a party to celebrate his demise, he was after all disliked by many.

He had cut all connections with his family. Why had he done that? He guessed he had been ashamed of them. Despite the way he spoke and acted he hadn't had a good start in life. He had found it easier to just simply forget about his beginnings, and with it he had distanced himself entirely.

His friends … yeh that was the biggest joke he had ever heard. He didn't kid himself, he didn't have friends. He had fellow workers, acquaintances and business contacts, but he had no friends. He knew that he treated others badly, that he had scorned many, and that those who had once been his friends would given half a chance kill him with their bare hands. However it looked like the future predator had just gotten to him first.

Blood was pumping from his chest in it's gallons, soaking through his shirt and pooling out beside him onto the floor and his poor heart was beating slower with each passing second. He heard breathing from beside him, momentarily confusing him. It sounded human enough, and was raspy as though whoever it was coming from was finding it hard to breath. That was when he remembered. " Jess." He muttered out loud. He tilted his head sideways and saw to his horror Jess lying slumped on the ground, a huge gash scored into shoulder and a deep cut on her face. " Jess." He tried to wake the field coordinator. As he stared at her he realised just how truly young she was. Guilt flooded through him, this was all his fault. He should never have hired her, she was far too young to die. Far too young to be caught up in any of this for that matter. He wouldn't be missed but he's sure that the lovely, bubbly Jessica Parker had family and plenty of friends that adored her. It was hard not to adore her he thought to himself. Over the past few hours he had spent with Jess he had quite possibly given out more of his true self to Jessica than he had with anyone before. He'd grown quite attached to her he realised, a little shocked by the revelation. He wasn't prone to getting attached to anyone, at least until now. Why was Jess any different? He watched in relief as the young woman's eyes flickered open and met his.

Jess's jaw dropped, " Oh my god, Lester. " She said, panic lacing her words. She crawled over to him and looked at him sorrowfully. " Are you ok? " She asked him.

" What do you think?" He snapped back sarcastically. He immediately regretted it as tears began welling up within Jess's eyes. He sighed heavily and wiped away the watery droplets as they cascaded down her cheeks. " Now, don't cry. That'll do neither of us any good. " He whispered hoarsely. He didn't want to scare Jess but he could already feel deaths bony fingers dragging him into the darkness.

" Sorry stupid question." She muttered.

" Mmm." He managed a small hum, " Jessica … I." He began, trying to find the strength to get in last words " No matter what you or the rest of the team think of me." He paused slightly, " I'm proud of you. All of you. Tell the others…" He felt his jaw fall slack and the blackness rip him from reality.

" No, this isn't a time for goodbyes Lester. Just hang on in there. " Jess's trembling words were the last things he heard.


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