When I Dream At Night

A/N: I think this is the first Paggie fanfic ever (at least on here). I noticed that after the first episode Pope turned up, most people were ranting about him being a rapist and a racist, but somehow he made his way into (most of) our hearts and Falling Skies wouldn't be Falling Skies without him. I like to picture Pope with Maggie because I kinda like love/hate relationships and I think their relationship definitely has potential. Besides…Maggie and Pope are the best *cough*. So I guess I'm the first person who's officially coming out as a Paggie-shipper in the fanfiction-way.

Chapter 1: Pirates and Black-Eyed Monsters

Black.

The eyes that were staring at me were black. Pitch black. Black as in pain, black as in sorrow, black as in death.

They looked so humane, so intelligent. Cruel but somehow beautiful.

I pressed myself up against the wall as if I could melt into it and disappear but it didn't give in, didn't protect me. I felt my heart hammering in my chest as the Skitter approached me, coming closer step by step. I searched with my hands for a way to get out of there. A door maybe or even a window, but all I felt was the cold wall underneath my shivering hands. I found something that felt like a stone, grabbed it and threw it at the Skitter. The stone didn't even reach the Skitter.

I wanted to scream, to fight or at least cry but I was too exhausted. I was so tired I had to fight falling asleep.

"Why don't you just close your eyes and let your body rest," a voice in my head said.

The voice was right. Why did I fight it? Why didn't I just fall asleep right here and now? I would be dead soon anyway. I couldn't do anything to protect myself. I looked around and searched for the Skitter. It had moved to my right and was now awfully close. It was still staring at me with his cruel but beautiful pitch black eyes.

"Sleep, sleep," said the voice.

I started to drift off when I heard footsteps approaching and then shots. Suddenly I was wide awake. With a screaming noise the Skitter spun around to where the shots had come from.

Pope.

He stood in the doorway with the gun in his hands and a wild expression on his face.

"Wanna play?" he asked the Skitter.

The Skitter grunted and moved towards Pope. Pope just laughed and whispered: "Then let's play!"

He aimed for a leg and shot twice. The first bullet missed the leg but the second drilled into the flesh. The Skitter screamed painfully and tried to hit Pope with one of its other legs but the injured one caused it too much pain. Pope aimed for another leg, shot and the Skitter screamed as the bullet hit it. It took another leg and it stumbled and collapsed onto the ground. Pope stepped closer to the Skitter. He bent down and listened to the Skitter's heavy breathing.

He put his gun to the Skitter's head, murmured "Hasta la vista." and pulled the trigger.

"Ma'am," he said and offered me his hand. I took it and he pulled me up but I was too weak to stay. I stumbled and fell but he caught me.

"Watch your feet or someone might get hurt," he joked.

He put his strong arms around me and held me.

"I saved your live now you have to marry me." He didn't seem to be joking anymore.

I put a hand to his cheek and stroked it softly.

"My hero," I whispered" Where were you all my life?"

He leaned closer, closed his eyes and finally our lips met.

I woke up, covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

What the hell was that? I asked myself.

I checked my watch: 2 o'clock. I was more than tired but somehow I managed to wrap my mind around the fact that I just had an absolutely ridiculous dream about Pope.

No it was more than ridiculous, it was insane.

The dream reminded me of one of those cheesy romance novels old women would buy at a gas station. Stories about princess-saving-pirates and happily-everafters.

How did I end up dreaming about kissing Pope?

Pope was a brutal, ignorant, selfish, evil man! Wasn't he?

It was disgusting how he killed Skitters, or Cooties as he liked to call them, just for fun. He threatened other peoples' lives just to get what he wanted. In his opinion the attack had been the best that could ever happen to him. He didn't care about the billions of people that died, didn't care about all the children who lost their parents. All the families that were ripped apart…

He did save my life and I was grateful for that and he treated me like a member of his gang, gave me food, clothes, protection, and he protected me from his brother and the other gang members, but he was an evil man and he wasn't to be trusted.

Or kissed in that matter.

He certainly wasn't my least favorite person in the world but I didn't like him.

I hate him, I corrected myself, I hate him and this dream didn't mean anything. At all!

Did it?

A/N: Loved it? Hated it? Reviews are what makes my heart beat faster :D. I tried to make the dream as ridiculous as possible and I originally wanted to let Pope look like a pirate but I scratched that because it was just too much and I wanted you to keep reading. Chapter 2 is coming soon.