A/N I've been working on this story for a while now, but decided to wait until after the finale to post it. First chapter is a "Fix-it" chapter for obvious reason. Wash is NOT allowed to be dead!

Chapter One

There were a few things that Alicia Washington loved and few that she absolutely hated. For instance, she loved a hot shower at the end of the day. Simple, but one of the best feelings in the world. One thing she hated was all-nighters followed by long days that stretched into the evening. After the colony being taken over, almost dying by Taylor's own son, the intruders disappearing into the jungle, and Taylor reclaiming Terra Nova—it had been an extremely long last few days. It was after eleven in the evening the day they took back the colony when the lieutenant finally stepped into the shower.

The hot water ran over her tired body, the steady pounding pressure working out the kinks in her back and neck. Running her fingers through her hair to make sure it was rid of all the shampoo and Wash was reaching for the conditioner when a loud and persistent knock on the front door disrupted her shower.

Wash shut off water with more force than needed and grumbled, "This had better be important." Drying off quickly her unwelcomed guest knocked again, "I'm coming!" Throwing on sweatpants and a tank top she answered the door, not surprised to find it was her commander that was oh so nicely dropping by.

"Is everything alright, sir?" she asked.

The man in front of her was exhausted, she knew him well enough to know that his adrenaline was crashing. She'd only seen the look he was giving her at that moment once before, in Somalia the day she had informed him that his wife was dead.

Taking his hand Wash pulled him inside and closed the door, sealing them off from the rest of the world. She had been so certain that she was never going to see him again when she'd helped the Shannon's escape. They had never had any spoken or clearly visible romantic goings on with them, but that didn't mean there wasn't something there.

"I watched Lucas shot you," Taylor said sadly as they sat on her couch, "I watched you fall and there was nothing I could do to stop it."

Wash raised her hand to his stumble covered cheek, "Shhh, everything's alright. I'm alive, the bullet only grazed me. But the next time I tell you that I want to go with you what are you going to do?"

He chuckled, "You get to come."

"Good." Wash stared at him a beat before wrapping her arms around his neck, relaxing against him when he locked in own arms around her own body.

"What would I do without you?" Taylor asked, resting his chin on top of her head, finding the uncommon physical contact extremely addicting and not wanting to let go. Thinking that he had lost her made him realized how much he cared about her. Losing Wash had hurt just as much as losing Ayani had.

"Well for starters you'd have to find someone else to stich up your wounds."

Taylor leaned back against the couch cushions bringing her down with him, neither were willing to let go just yet. "I'm sure young Miss Zoe Shannon could have handled the task. You seemed to have taught her just about everything else."

Wash laughed, "She's a smart kid, eager to learn. When did she tell you this?"

"When we thought you were dead. That kid was the only one brave enough to approach me that night, gave me a hug and everything."

They laid there in silence for a long time before Wash tilted her head up to meet the gaze of the man she had been through so much with, "Nathaniel, thank you for never teaching Lucas how to shoot a gun. His horrible aim saved my life."

A/N Hope you enjoyed! I've made a video for it; the link is on my profile page if you want to check it out!