Disclaimer: Falling Skies is not my creation, all the Characters are not my brain child, etc.

Timeline: IMMEDIATELY after Season 2 Episode 5 AKA "Love and Other Acts of Courage"

POV: Maggie

I blinked and the white ceiling tiles with the fluorescent lights were all too familiar. I would much rather be waking up to the roof of my tent or inside some dimly lit room, than to this bright white ceiling. I looked over at Hal, who was sleeping in a very uncomfortable position but still holding onto my hand. I couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto my mouth and I had an overwhelming urge to freak him out.

'He's definitely going to have a crick in his neck when he wakes up.'

Looking at Hal, everything that happened yesterday came back to me. That kiss, how I almost lost my life, him risking his life to save mine.

I couldn't believe I asked him to stay with me until I fell asleep. It must've been due to the blood lost which resulted in insufficient oxygen going to my brain or something. Because I knew that we could never be.

Hal still wasn't over Karen and he probably never will be, since he blames himself for being unable to save her. He's learnt to live with it.

I know I had to distance myself from him, or I'd just end up hurting him. The truth was even though I appeared in perfect health; I could die at any moment. For my check-up after the third surgery, they found a fourth malignant tumour. I had enough of that crap, going in and out of hospitals, having surgery after surgery and when I thought I was finally done, they find another one? I opted out and refused to go back for the fourth surgery. I suppose in a way I was lucky that the meningioma and hasn't presented any physical symptoms.

Life was, if nothing else. ironic. I was told that if I refused to operate, the tumour would continue to grow and I would most likely die within 5 years. Yet here I was alive…and everyone else that I used to know is dead.

'That's right only the living are in pain, the dead feel nothing,' I sighed and pulled my hand away from Hal's.

He groggily woke up, "Uughhh…"

"Hey," I said.

He rubbed his eyes and smiled, "Hey."

"Thanks for staying with me."

"You thanking me? Now there's a first," he said with an amused.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to let there be a second time," I said sitting up and winced from the sharp pain from the wound.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I said, "lets go eat breakfast."

He held out his hands, "I'll help you."

I really wanted to take his hand but stood up on my own, "Told you I don't intend there to be a second time."

"You take everything the wrong way," he said, "always acting tough."

"Sorry, I'm not a dainty little princess," I said

"That you are not."

'That's right, this is how they should be…bickering…friends...'

~END

A/N: I just really wanted to write this thought out, so I did. If I get any additional inspiration, I'll continue and write something from Hal's POV