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Another Terra Nova fanfiction! These people just won't leave me alone! :P Got the season for Xmas and watched half that night and half the following Boxing Day. Been writing about them ever since. Hope you like. Please review!

Summary:

Rated T

Romance and Spiritual

Main characters: Wash & Taylor

English

Stitches

The fire was ablaze. The colony would still be broken. And Alicia is still dead.

Nathaniel Taylor rested on a make shift seat, a weathered log by the fire spewing cinders now and then. All the while he clutched at the slightly bloodied bandage around his abdomen. Wrapped around his ribs and a stab wound underneath his pectoral. How could Lucas do that do him? Hell, he was a genius alright. But with his gift came insanity.

The end of the log met with a strong gnarly tree. Its leaves blocked the crystal clear view of the twinkling stars, but through the branches, he was able to make out the glow of the full round moon. He sat with his back parallel to the trunk, his legs either side of the fallen log on the ground. Moss and leaves were strewn around where the log was slowly being reclaimed by the ground.

Taylor hugged his leather jacket to himself, closing the lower part of it but still letting it gape a little without touching his wound. He put down a serving of some cooked bug and some edible foliage. He couldn't eat. Couldn't think. He just wanted to sleep but each time he closed his eyes, within the darkness. Taylor saw her.

Her body falling to the ground like a rag doll then covering the pebble and slate floor with her corpse. Her face was turned away from him, thankfully not showing the wound that his now missing and murderous son had inflicted.

What he wouldn't give to push her out the way of harm. To throw her to the floor and beg Lucas to take her place.

He should have handed himself over before anyone else got hurt. Before she got hurt.

But he couldn't.

Somehow in that moment he didn't run and save her, he didn't abandon all rational thought. Throwing caution to the wind and help her.

No, instead he got the Shannon family to safety. A self-appointed but good order. One that earned him trust and thanks from the very people. That very action eventually led his side to victory - severing the link to the future, purging the colony of the Sixers and Phoenix Group and freeing the hostages back at Terra Nova.

It only cost him his health, his Wash... and Lucas.

He felt his head loll back on to the hard bark, he raised his neck to scan the navy blue painted indigo sky and the bright white stars above.

The darkness didn't seem so bad now that she was up there among it.

But it would be better if she wasn't dead in the first place.

Taylor closed his eyes, reminding himself of the recent events with her that strengthened their relationship.

)*TN*(

It was after the attack and solution of dealing with the damn pterosaurs. After spraying their pheromone around a dense area of woodland only minutes after Malcolm and Doc Shannon found the right balance of all their science-y stuff to make it up. God, I was only just back in the damn gate and outta the car before she came up to me and started going over all the wounds she could see. They felt like small fires breaking out and burning all over my skin but I couldn't give her the satisfaction of doing something little for me, she'd fixed me up one too many times. I'd thanked her too many times.

A quick spray with an iso-biotic and I'd be right as rain.

But of course she had other thoughts.

Wash had followed me to the infirmary and snatched up an ice pack before I could say something to the woman. As soon as I'd sat down she had punched the small gel packet in the pouch of crystals that turned into ice. She'd done that in no time at all and pressed it to the biggest cut losing the most blood. "I take it you were up and among them, in the thick of it before they settled in their new home?" She had asked me with a small brush of her thumb against an unhurt part of my skin. But she couldn't have done that. Right? Stoic and cold, right down to the bone. Even though she had always shown a softer side of herself when around me and around me only. Wash touched the ice pack to each wound. Numbing the cuts slightly before wiping the dried blood off with a moist cloth, taking her time with each one. She removed the dark stains the way they had dried then gone over each one with the iso-biotic. Most likely making better progress with it than what I would have.

Hell, what was I thinking. I just wanted to get some kip after having to endure a night with flying dinos having it away with each other in the trees.

Most likely not thinking straight and hoping I wouldn't have to sit through Wash's smart-ass and smug expressions as her skilled fingers fixed each tiny cut of mine. "How many times have you done this to me now?" Another brush of the side of her finger and tip of her nail.

"I don't keep a count, sir." A slight smile touched her tips. "All better," She looked me in the eye for the first time after meeting me outside the vehicle. "Try not getting yourself into such a state again." I saw nothing but concern and caution in her dark brown eyes. Perhaps there was something else in there too, something mischievous, something that she wasn't quite letting me see.

)*TN*(

A shake of his shoulder roused him from his newly obvious slumber. Streams of lights broke through the branches where the stars were scattered the night before. The sparkling jewels now gone from the sky, being slowly replaced by the upcoming sun, rippling the horizon a fresh pink.

Taylor looked to the figure who had awoken him. The face of his solider Guzman came into view. A grimace of a reply answered The Commander's tired eyes, casting a questionable gaze about why the younger man had woken him up.

He told him that as dawn's breaking, they should make a move for the colony.

The quicker they get there, the quicker the Shannon family could go back home, the soldiers could take into account the damage left by Mira and those who had lived there momentarily.

And Doc Shannon could fix him up better with the medical supplies at the base... If Mira had left any that is.

But he felt a pang of something. Something deep within himself that for once she wouldn't be the one mending his broken flesh, muttering simple confidences to herself of him as to what or how had gave him the war wound all over his body. Her skilled fingers and smug smile wouldn't be the things that caught his eye as she fixed him. He wouldn't see them again.

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