Author's Note: This is my first Falling Skies fic (more a drabble than a fic), but I just love Hal/Lourdes, and the Lourdes/Jamil kissing scene in 2x02 (with Hal being unable to look away) inspired this. Spoilers for 2x02: Shall We Gather At the River.
Hal paced impatiently outside the buses. Night was fast approaching, the temperature was dropping quickly, and it wouldn't be long before the group left to try and cross the bridge they'd patched up. He'd sent Matt off to get onto the medical bus with his father and Dr. Glass, and now he was waiting for the rest of his group to gather. He could see most of them approaching: Ben, Jimmy, Dai.
He turned to face the other direction, to see if Maggie was coming, and his eyes landed on Lourdes and the group's new engineer, Jamil Dexter. They were kissing.
Hal knew he should look at something else, should give them privacy to say their goodbyes, but he found that he couldn't tear his eyes away. Even as he moved to stand next to the bus, as Ben and Jimmy and Dai reached him, he watched as Lourdes pressed her lips to Jamil's, as her hand caressed his cheek, as Jamil pulled her closer, as they broke their kiss and pressed their foreheads together, said a few words, and went their separate ways, with Lourdes climbing onto the medical bus and Jamil heading off to his own vehicle.
Hal's eyes followed Jamil as he walked away. In his head, he thought back over the times he'd spoken to Jamil, had been in conference with Weaver and Jamil. The young engineer had saved the lives of the Second Mass half a dozen times since his father had disappeared. He was a decent fellow, but nevertheless, Hal found himself feeling a bit of resentment towards him.
He couldn't understand why, because he didn't feel anything for Lourdes. She was just a friend. Maybe it was because, despite her being older than him by a couple of years, she looked much younger, and he felt a bit protective of her. He had to remind himself that she wasn't as fragile as she appeared.
Hal flinched when Dai swatted him lightly on the arm, reminding him that his team was standing there with him. As they began to discuss their plans for moving the convoy, his mind flashed back to the image of Lourdes kissing Jamil, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to forget about it. But his team was talking, and so he pushed it into the corner of his mind, unwilling to explore the reasons why it had bothered him so much.