Takes place at the end of 2x10 Maggie has finally come to terms with her love for Hal. Ready to embrace it full on and kick alien butt like never before something gets in her way. Will she be able to over come it and win her love back? Or will her Hal never be the same again? I don't own anything! All rights to falling skies!
I hated leaving Hal's bedside like that. It was the worst thing I could think of. But Anne and Lourdes were right, all Hal needed was time. He was breathing on his own and his vitals were steady, as far as anyone could tell He was fine. But we couldn't see what was crawling around in his insides, soon to take over the Hal I had grown to love so dearly.
We all turned and slowly walked towards the exit leaving Hal unconscious on the hospital bed at our backs. Lourdes gently grabbed my arm in a comforting way. I should've been the one comforting her. She'd lost Jamil less than a week ago and she was already back on her feet. Sweet, kind Lourdes acting all tough while I (The girl that's supposed to be tough) had tears at the corners of my eyes and the only thing on my mind was my boyfriend. What had love done to me? I was never used to being loved. My entire life I was living in a crap hole. The only person that maybe truly loved me was my brother and what happened to him? He got hit by a drunk driver. My parents gave up hope when I was diagnosed with cancer at 16. The moment they spent all of their money on my seemingly pointless operations they decided I wasn't worth their love anymore. When I somehow miraculously made it off that table for the third time alive they were baffled, probably thinking to themselves "I really thought she would've been dead by now." I hated the way everyone tried to act so empathetic towards me so that's when I hit the road and ended up shacking up with some stranger in his apartment at 18. We spent whatever money we could find, steal or on the rare occasion make to buy drugs and we'd spend night after night slamming them into our veins. It ended pretty bad on some nights. One night it even lead to sex. We eventually found ourselves out of food with no money so we broke into houses. What started out as fun and games turned into a cop chase and ended with me at a correctional facility for young women. At 3 months pregnant I panicked, how the hell was I gonna have a kid!? Those thoughts didn't stop me though, I had my handsome son and I remember looking into his beautiful eyes right before they took him away.
So here I am now, supposedly being the tough one in the group but really I'm constantly aching for someone to love me, to hold me. Don't get me wrong. I'm tough, I've made it to hell and back again with everything in between and it hasn't gotten me that far considering I might be encountering the end of the world any day now but at least I've found that love I've been looking for all of these years. At least for once in my sorry life I'm happy. And you know what? I don't call my life so damn sorry anymore.