A/N: I found out about this show last week, when I saw the previews for Season 2, then watched it an hour later. I also bought the Season 1 dvd and watched it twice. I can't wait until tomorrow as well!

This is my first Falling Skies fanfic so live with me!

P.S. its Connor Jessup, (Ben), birthday He turns 18!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine exepct the character and the spin-offs!

*Karissa pov*

"Listen, it's okay to cry. Drawing and talking about it can make you feel better," I heard Anne say, a group of kids were drawing out there feelings. I was here because I had no where else to go. She walked over to Matt, "Matt what have you drawn here?"

Matt looked down at the picture, "My mom, she was going to get food once and never came back. And then we found her. She was dead. And then Dad said we had to leave our house. And Ben was with Karissa and she told us they had got him." Matt threw me a sideways glance, tears were trickling down his face.

Anne looked at another picture he had drawn, "And this drawing?"

Matt looked down at the picture, "Thats with me Dad and Hal."

"It's all right." Anne was worried about the kids. She knew that a lot of them had lost parents, siblings, and friends. As a pediatrician in an alien invasion she was trying her best. "You and your Dad and Hal are okay."

"Well, they were okay this morning. But I don't know about now. They're fighting." Matt's tears ran down faster, as if it was a race to see which one would win. I ran over too him and enveloped him in a great big hug.

"They are going to be okay, Matt. Trust me, your Dad and Hal will be just fine." Then I said another word but I don't know if its true, "And Ben is probably alright as well. Now why don't you get some sleep?" I could tell Matt was tired through he constent yawning. I layed him down on a pair of seats.

"You promise me, Ben will be alright, Kari?" I was worried about him as well. More than he could ever imagine.

I nodded, " I promise Ben with all my heart get some rest." His eyes started to droop and after a couple minutes he was fast asleep. I went over and saw Jay, my brother, talking to Hal.

"How'd it go?" Jay asked intrigued. Jay wanted to be a fighter, he had always told me, Lets atleast make ourselves useful.

Hal sighed, "Fine, lost a couple people, but thats what war is. A murdeous fight."

I looked over to where I left Matt. Tom had noticed him and picked Matt and threw him up over his shoulder. Tom went over to Anne who was in the food line serving people. She showed him the pictures Matt had drawn. Hal noticed this as well and walked over to them. Tom was being called so he gave his sleeping son to his oldest. Hal walked back over to us and we had a peaceful conversation.

A/n: Horrible I know. But I thought, "Hey! Falling Skies has barely any stories, why don't I write one?" and thats exactly what I did.

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