AN: Ive been watching Falling Skies for a few weeks and it annoyed the hell out of me that there was no fanfiction for it. So, I wrote this drabble so it would hopefully start some more :)
Disclaimer: If I owned Falling Skies we'd get a full season of episodes during the year, instead of ten episodes over the summer.
This is a tag to Episode 3, Prisoner of War.
Hal laid down beside Matt, putting his arm around his sleeping brother and holding him tight against his body. He and Dad were the only things he had left. First he lost his Mother, then Ben, and now he'd lost Karen. How could he have let that happen? He had watched Ben and another kid drag her unconscious through the dirt not five feet away… he could have got her, it couldn't have been that hard, it was just two kids. Now, Karen was God knows where, if she was even alive, being held prisoner by Skitters. And it was all his fault.
If it was the last thing he did, he would get her back.
Or die trying.