Prompt 2. Murder
AN: Another shorter chapter. Sorry! They do get a little longer soon; I just struggled with this one. I may re-write it at a later date.
Murder, that's what it was. Six was disgusted as she picked her way through the bodies on the floor. Sam sidled up to her side, interlacing his fingers into hers.
"I can't believe this, Sam," Six whispered, looking up into Sam's eyes. "The Mogadorians. They just murdered them all. We hadn't even been here, and they tore through the place." She closed her eyes, not able to look at the bodies anymore.
"Six." He placed a hand under her chin, pushing her head up, and waiting for her to look at him. She did, slowly opening her eyes. "This wasn't your fault."
"But if we weren't on Earth, the Mogadorians wouldn't be here. These people would be alive, living normal lives." She began sobbing again.
"Six. You can't this all upon yourself. It's the Mogadorians fault. They chose to come here, to chase you all. They chose this. Not you. This was not your decision, not your fault." Sam reached for Six's free hand, interlacing their fingers again. "You can't think that this was your fault." Sam gently tucked Six into his chest, their hands coming apart. Sam placed one hand on the back of Six's head and one on her back, enveloping her in his arms, a safe cocoon for her. They stood in the centre of the burnt room, lifeless, twisted bodies surrounding them. After a few minutes, Six took a shuddering deep breath and pushed herself from Sam's arms, resting her hands on his chest.
"Thank you, Sam." She stood on her toes and brushed her lips against his before turning away. Sam caught her hand again, watching her with a look of care across his face. Sam gently laced their fingers together, and the two walked through the room, their eyes looking ever forward, nothing making them look to the floor.
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