So, I'm back to the groove now. I haven't writen in a long time, but as soon as I saw the premiere, my mind couldn't resist thinking of what would happen afterwards. This one's probably a bit short, but hopefully the others won't be. I'll try and update as regularly as possible, because I usually have a load of work.

Chapter 1: 801 Out Of Time

Calleigh laid on the couch in complete silence, her body bent in a way to fit its frame. The pain that should have been felt was overcome by her deep sleep. Her dream was most likely to be pleasant; filled the void that was caused by Eric's misfortune that day.

That exhausting day of quarrelling with him, almost accidentally shooting him, losing him and finally finding him in the most devastating state possible. Now she'd make her number one priority to stay with him and never make such a mistake again.

The door across the medium sized room opened carefully and revealed Alexx. She remained in her sea blue scrubs and her hair extensions mimicking a 60's hair-do. The sight of her old colleagues far away from reality right now simply brought all her day's events to rest.

Of course Eric was the one to be worried about at this point in time but he was recovering well in the bed. Calleigh on the other hand was only 'fine' physically. Her gaze shifted towards her sprawled across the couch. The arm rest acted as her pillow which barely offered any support to her breaking neck and her body twisted along, almost defying to co-operate: fallen off the edge.

The older woman sighed and got close to her.

"Calleigh - Calleigh," she whispered firmly, "Baby."

Her puffy eyes opened, slightly showing their green and she sat up slowly. Strands of hair gathered in her face and she sighed.

"Alexx," she sleepily greeted her. And as if an alarm went off her eyes focused pass her, to his bed.

"What are you still doing here?" she caught her attention, her expression as the answer, "Come back tomorrow he'll be here."

"No," she protested hoarsely, "I've missed him all day - I can't leave him now." Before she could become distracted with him again she continued:

"Honey, your neck is breaking off on this couch. You're not getting the sleep you need...don't do this to yourself." Alexx warned, very worried about her. And before Calleigh could object Alexx went over to the door. From there she lost her gaze and found one in his direction... Eric's sweet soundless slumber was like a melody a calming melody to her ears. Though he had oxygen provided at his nose, his chest rose and fell strongly...

"Here..." Alexx was once again standing there holding a pillow and sheet. She placed them in Calleigh's lap and proceeded to sit beside her. Calleigh pulled her feet into a fold and stuffed her face into the bundle in her arms. She let her head fall upon Alexx's shoulder as she scooted closer.

Calleigh drew in a breath through her stuffy nose almost as if she'd been crying the entire time, but in fact the tears had just begun to form. Alexx watched her sigh and pondered about a possible problem.

"Talk to me," she ordered in a polite way, "I've known you too long to accept that you crying this much is a problem." She felt her body suddenly become tense with strong emotions and rubbed her shoulder in encouragement.

"Alexx," she forced out in a small cry, "I love him and - I almost lost him, I..."

"I know, I know. I feel it too."

"How can you?" she paused, "You haven't been through what I've been through with him, Alexx..."

"Honey, I understand..." she began again. Calleigh pulled herselft away to sit up.

"I quarreled with him, accused him of something he obviously didn't do and I made it clear that I didn't even trust him, I almost murdered him...oh my God."

Her last three words got drowned by her cries which she hid in the sheets and pillow. Alexx was quite dumbfounded now because of what she admitted - but was it all literal? It was heart breaking feeling her sobs take control over body and she was almost screaming. Alexx's eyes watered for her.

Eric began to move slightly, feeble on the the small bed.

"Sh, shh," she quieted cautiously. Luckily Calleigh tuned down a bit, and he knocked out right after.

Alexx waited or more likely pondered, two minutes until her cries morphed into moans of fatigue trying to express itself.

"Calleigh," she rubbed her back. Then she pushed the curtain of blonde behind her ear and stroked her warm face dampened by tears. "Listen, listen. As far as I know you didn't shoot Eric or cause him hurt like this. The Russians did this, not you, so don't go blaming yourself. I know Eric doesn't have the slightest bit of hate in him for you... her didn't show it when he woke up. He was really glad to see you beside him."

Alexx waited for a reaction, hoping at least have a good point in her speech. Calleigh lifted her aching head and turned towards her. She willingly pressed into an embrace - but the ocean of tears started again. Alexx had to accept that she was indeed stressed as well as sleepy and unable to think straight.

She held her as long as it took for her to finally calm.