Star Crossed cancelled!? I'm so very upset. Watched the finale today and was just sitting there begging for more so I thought, why not write something? I haven't written a fan fic in a long time (and I'm starting a new account, I used to be Mezfrem!) so please be patient as I get back into how these things work! The story here kicks off right after the end of the series, after the Suvek started doing its thing. I probably intend for later chapters to be a little longer, this is really to get the ball rolling and see if you guys like or not! So here we go, hope you all enjoy this first chapter!

"Who is the signal for!?" Screamed Drake, mostly to himself. He stared up into the sky, hands still pressing down on Grayson, keeping pressure on his wound.

Why am I even doing this, he thought angrily, looking down at the lifeless human beneath his palms. What had the Suvek done to the humans? They lay collapsed in their multitudes on the streets below. Lifeless, silent. It was the most peaceful they'd ever been, in truth. The first time this race had stopped. It took the Suvek to silence them, the petty things. Drake shook the thought aside, craning his neck back to Roman, who in turn looked as shocked and mystified as him.

Roman gripped Emery tightly, unwilling to let her go. His eyes darted back to her face, eyes closed, arms limp as he held them up, keeping her head from the ground. Her hands were bloody from where she had been holding Grayson.

Roman had to breath in deeply, breath out again. He couldn't think. The light beaming up high into the sky, deep into space, was a roaring noise that silenced his thoughts. What should he do? He looked to Zoe, the Atrian who had set this signal off. She was dead, thankfully – finally! The remote detonator was loose in her hand, half touching the brick of the rooftop, for all accounts powered down.

"Roman!" Roman shook his head, his questioning eyes staring towards Drake. He was looking to Roman, waiting for what he could only assume was an order – what to do next. Roman himself had no clue, and breathed in again, trying to settle his thoughts, calculate what he needed to do next.

First thing first.

He reached his shaking hand to Emery's neck. A few hours ago his lips had been against that neck, warm and soft. She'd moaned his name, reached to claim his lips with her own. Now her lips parted slightly, unmoving as her head hung limply in his grasp. "Emery…" he breathed, pleading. His fingertips found that sensitive spot at her neck and he waited. It was ever so faint, but there was a pulse. Thank the Gods! His breath caught in his throat and relief flooded his every fibre of being. "Emery!" He exclaimed, hugging her to him.

"She's alive?" Drake asked from where he crouched by Grayson.

"She's alive." Roman confirmed, a smile tugging at his lips.

The blue light that was the signal continued to roar above them, and Roman altered his stance, lifting Emery into his arms as he stood, "Is Grayson-"

Drake shook his head before Roman could finish, "He's gone." He'd removed his hands from Grayson's wound. The boy was strewn across the rooftop, colourless and still. "I mean, there's no pulse, if that's what you're asking."

Roman shook his head, "Bring him. We have to take him with us."

"And where do you propose we go, Roman?" Drake stood, roping Grayson's arm over his own and hauling up into his arms. "Something is coming! That thing isn't just a freaking light show."

They were practically screaming at each other to be heard over the roar of the device. Roman looked into the sky, shook his head again, "We can't think about this right now. We need to get Emery to safety. We need to find our friends."

Drake paused, nodded, and followed Roman to the elevator.

Sophia blinked, rolling onto her side and moaning as pain coursed through her body. She grasped the side of her torso, the warm sensation of blood soaking her fingers. What had happened? She sat up, dizzy. The stall that Lukas had set alight had collapsed, and being surrounded by brick streets, had settled into a low burn in a piled heap. Bodies lay all around her. She cried out at Lukas' lifeless body. Shook him. There was no response. There was a pulse, though!

The bomb must have gone off, she thought hopelessly, fear coursing through her. Where was her brother? Was he safe? She managed to stand, ignoring the pain of her wound. She could hear a low roar in the distance and looked up into the sky. A bright, blue light pulsed upwards, towards the heavens. Was that the bomb? In that case… it mustn't have actually been a bomb! She couldn't sit and stare; she had to get Lukas to safety. She bent to rope her arms under his own, to pull him towards the sidewalk and away from the dying embers of the fire, when a familiar voice rang out over the chaos of the blue light above.

"Sophia!" Roman cried, jogging towards her, Emery curled up in his arms. She looked delicate, unconscious like Lukas and all of the other humans around them. Roman was panting, followed closely by Drake who carried Grayson – a different kind of limp in the Atrian's arms. Blood stained his shirt.

Sophia exhaled sharply, "Oh my god!"

"We need to take cover," Roman shouted, "I don't know what that thing is doing but-"

As though on cue, the blue light stopped, the roaring silenced as it shot it's last rays of glowing light into the sky. A stillness settled over the group, and they waited, unsure of what was to come. At her feet, Lukas made a noise, moved slightly.

Roman's eyes fell quickly to Emery, and her eyes flickered slightly. He called her name, to no response. She was still asleep, as were the rest of the humans. "They're staring to wake up," Sophia exclaimed.

A stirring had begun in the masses of bodies that littered the floor. Roman looked down to Lukas, "We can't carry him too, Sophia. He'll be alright. We have to go."

"Go where!?"

No one knew. The group stood in silence, waiting as though someone would appear and tell them what to do. After a while, Drake cocked his head. "Do you hear that?"

They stayed quiet.

Drake's brow furrowed, and he slowly lowered Grayson, "What do you hear?" Roman queried, Emery still tight in his arms. As though startled, Drake's eyes widened, and he darted off in the other direction. Roman looked at his sister, confused, before they followed in the same direction.

"Help me!" Drake was screaming, crouched at a burning car… Taylor's car? Roman squinted as they neared, and started at the scene they had discovered, turning to Sophia to assist in lowering Emery safely to the ground.

She caressed her head in her lap, but looked only towards the burning vehicle, "Help her, Roman!" She exclaimed fearfully, her motions suggesting that she wanted to be nowhere else other than assisting Drake. Roman nodded, moving toward the car.

The flames were rising, threatening. They had to move fast. Drake reached for Taylor's seatbelt, ignoring the flames licking at his skin, paying no attention to the soles of his boots burning against the gas soaked, fiery ground. Roman came close, too, reaching for Taylor as her upside down, limp body drooped at the now slack seatbelt. Burns to her arms seared with heat, and she actually mumbled something as the pair pulled her from the car. "Run!" Roman ordered, helping lift Taylor into Drake's willing arms, hastily turning away from the burning wreckage. They ran to an eagerly awaiting Sophia, already pushing Emery back up and into Roman's arms.

"Move, move, move!" Drake shouted, and they ran from the fire, the roaring sound of an impending explosion resounding through the streets.

They didn't stop as the sound of it rang out, kept moving, "Where are we going?" Sophia questioned.

Taylor was moving slightly in Drake's arms, "I need to get her to water – these burns are bad, guys."

"Emery's. We'll go to Emery's. It's not far," Roman declared, and began leading the way back to his safest place.