So I know what you're thinking: Why is she starting another Falling Skies fanfic? Well, I've really been inspired to do this one. This is also my chance to say Keep the Music and Which Side have been discontinued. Why? will remain up and will be updated, and I'm working on that. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own TNT or Falling Skies or any of its characters. Nor will I ever will.
Lillian Javries. She's s volleyball player, a cook, a history fanatic, and a big sister. Not to mention she's the boyfriend of Ben Mason. They're an unlikely couple, Ben being so nerdy and Lillian being so sportsy. But, Lillian needed a math tutor and Ben stepped up. They quickly became an item.
"So 'x' is eleven?" Lillian asked, marking down the equation.
"No, 'x' is 24," Ben replied, scooting closer to Lillian to write on her paper.
"Can we just call it a night?" Lillian groaned, laying back in her chair. She really wanted to have 'alone time' with her boyfriend, but they've never done so much as kissed. Ben is too reserved, though, he'd rather wait until marriage to hold her hand.
"No, you've got that math test tomorrow," Ben said, looking at Lillian.
"Well maybe there'll be an alien invasion and I won't have to go," Lillian said sarcastically. As if on cue, she saw something in the sky.
"LILLIAN! BEN! GET DOWN HERE!" Rebecca Mason yelled, seeing the object in the sky. The kids swiftly stumbled down the steps, skipping a few.
"Maybe ten million dollars will also fall from the sky and I won't have to go," Lillian said, looking expectantly at the sky. Ben laughed. Matt and Hal ran inside, having been playing catch.
"What's going on?" Hal asked. Rebecca ignored him.
"Turn on the television," She commanded her husband to do so. A blonde lady was talking on the news.
"Until we identify that the situation is real, we urge you to simply continue with your lives," She was saying. "No threat is seen."
"Awesome, my lacrosse game is still on!" Said Hal enthusiastically. He'd been waiting for a few weeks to play this team.
"I'd better head home," Lillian said, knowing her family would want her home.
"I'll drive you," Tom volunteered. The two of them got into Tom's car and immediately began discussing politics and history. After a solid 25 minutes of discussing World War II, Lillian thanked Tom and went into her home.
"Lillian! Thank goodness you're safe," Her mother hugged her tightly.
"I won't be safe if you don't let go," She said, her voice strained by her mom's bone-crushing embrace.
"Sorry," Her mom let go of her daughter. "Your sister's already asleep, so be quiet and get to bed," She said, walking back into the kitchen. Lillian went up the steps into her bedroom and stripped her day clothes, then changed into her pajamas for the night. She relaxed and went into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Lillian woke up to her alarm clock and turned it off. She dragged herself out of bed and changed into jeans and a floral tank top for the day. She finished readying herself, brushing her hair and teeth, and doing her makeup. She put on a pair of flats and went downstairs. She put 2 pieces of toast in the toaster and went to pack her backpack. Her mother was still sleeping along with her sister, who went to preschool. Lillian caught the bus and boarded, sitting next to Ben. Everybody was ignoring the ship still present in the sky.
School was boring and uneventful. Nobody mentioned the ship, or even looked at it. But the action started afterwards.
Lillian stayed home to do her work while Ben was at his friend, Nick's, house. The rest of the Masons were at Ben's lacrosse game. Lillian's mother was at work and her sister, Laura, was at preschool still. Lillian was writing her history essay (quite easily), and listening to her favorite One Direction album. Her homework session was interrupted with a loud crash. She gasped and looked outside; the big spaceship had landed in central Boston. Lillian knew it landed right on her mother's workplace. A big white flash blinded Lillian, and when she opened her eyes the power was gone.
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Rebecca and Tom ran onto the lacrosse field, both clutching Matt's hands. People were screaming as smaller ships departing from the big one dropped bombs on Boston.
"HAL!" Tom shouted, trying to locate his son. "HAL!"
"DAD!" Hal ran to his dad, looking terrified. "What's going on?" He asked, his voice shaky. The explosions got closer.
"I don't know, but we've got to get home," Tom said urgently.
"What about Ben and Lily?" Matt asked.
"Oh, no, Ben! He's at Nick's house!" Rebecca exclaimed, terrified for her son.
"We'll get him, don't worry," Tom reassured. The family got into their car, but it wouldn't start.
"Why isn't the car starting?" Hal asked worriedly.
"C'mon, we'll walk," Tom commanded. Explosions occurred in the sky as the army tried to defeat the invaders. Nothing was working. The family of four ran home, avoiding explosions. Matt, who was lagging behind, was thrown forward as an explosion went off behind him.
"Matt!" Rebecca screamed, running forward to her son. He was unconscious. Tom slung his son over his shoulder and began running again.
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Lillian ran out of her house and into her garage. She got her bike, yes, her bike, and peddaled as fast as she could to Laura's preschool. It felt silly, but she was going a lot faster than the people running. Eventually she reached Laura's choatic school and looked for her sister.
"Lily!" Laura screamed, running to her sister. "Sissy, what's going on?"
"I don't know, but we've got to get home."