A Fall From the Sky

Disclaimer: Not Mine. I don't even want to read other people's FSFF so I don't infringe! This story is giving me fits!

About the Premiere: Okay I spent 25 minutes of the premiere going..."OMG Ben shot him!" Was I alone! And Tom looked more clean shaven on that table in the first 20 minutes then he did the whole freakin show! Did Anne whip out some clippers between takes? Can we say Con-ti-nu-ity?

Chapter 4: Virus

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Hal reached down to help his father. He fell to his knees, his pants immediately soaked with blood. He turned his father to face him. As their eyes met he saw that same hollow emptiness he'd seen so many times before looking at his brother Ben.

Suddenly Tom's hands were at his throat, Hal tugged at his hands trying to release them but he was too strong as his father still continue to struggle to breathe but was now choking Hal. He could feel Dr. Glass tugging at him begging his father to let go. Hal could feel the consciousness fade from him as he saw a shadow come from behind his father. Pope came in to view with a gun pointed to the back of Tom's head. Hal's eyes widened as he tried desperately to launch himself towards his father.

"Dad No!" he screamed.

"Hal!" Ben shook his brother awake holding on to his shoulder forcefully. Hal looked around and ran his fingers through his hair. The nightmare shook him to the core.

"Cut it out or you're gonna wake up Matt." they glanced in the direction of their sleeping younger brother. It'd been several weeks since Matt had a decent night's sleep. He'd been haunted by horrible nightmares

Hal suddenly felt sick. Had it all been some kind of sick nightmare. Hal leapt from his position on the floor next to Matt's cot.

"Where are you going?"

He ran out into the open forray and made a mad dash for the sick ward. He barrelled a full run into the door and only stopped when he nearly collided with Dr. Glass.

Ben was quickly at his heels.

"Guys its late what's wrong?"

"My dad...he's here?"

"Tom? Yes, you found him remember?" She stared at Hal and put a hand to his forehead. He was cool to the touch. "He's over here." Hal followed Dr. Glass to where she'd isolated his father. He still lay pale and shivering. Hal walked over and touched his father to make sure he was real.

"Still don't know what's wrong?"

"We are going to have to find some broad spectrum antibiotics to try, we used the last of it a few days ago."

"No, and he's getting worse. I took a sample of his blood and...

"It's different ..." Ben said speaking up. Anne and Hal looked at him strangely knowingly.

"Ben what are you doing?" Ben took a needle from Anne's tray and jabbed his finger and they watched as his thick viscous blood oozed from his hand. He showed his hand to Anne as she examined it carefully.

She closed her eyes and sighed heavily.

"What does that mean?" Hal begged grabbing Anne's arm.

"It means that they did something to his DNA...his blood. he doesn't have a harness,

"He's not a skitter...I could sense him if he was..." Ben interjected.

"But something is changing inside him like the skitters. Except whatever it is...its killing him." Anne continued, stroking the wet hair from Tom's fevered brow.

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5 a.m. the next day.

Maggie stood outside the sick ward, rifle in hand. She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she felt a set of eyes settle on her from behind.

"What exactly are you guarding cupcake?" Maggie aimed her gun at the intruder and cocked it with a smile.

"Drugs, people, lives...you know from degenerate scum bags like you."

"You used to be one of us." he said tilting his head looking at her as if he were cataloging and filing each feature of her body for future use. " now look at you. You're hanging out with pretty boy Mason Jr.."

Maggie ignored Pope. She rolled her eyes and placed her gun back down beside her. She thought how easy it would be to aim low and end his miserable existence...or atleast anything important to him. She smiled at her contemptuous thought.

Pope approached the sick ward and Maggie suddenly held up her gun to block him.

"Uh Uh."

"I got questions for the professor, anybody that's been on the mothership for three months doesn't need to be hangin out with us. I need to know what he knows."

"That's Weaver's call and you know it. Get the hell outta here!"

"C'mon Mags..." he begged closing the distance between them. He was inches from her face, and she detested even the scent of him near her. "I just want to talk."

In one swift motion she rammed the butt of the gun into his crotch and then in a second sweeping motion hit him in the back of the legs and swept him from his feet. As he landed with a grunt and thud on the ground an epitapth of profane words escaped from his mouth. The surrounding Bezerkers howled with laughter. Pope rolled back and forth on the ground as Maggie leaned over him.

"And I said no one talks to Mason until Weaver says so..." she turned and walked back towards the sick ward and was startled to have a set of eyes staring at her. There in the doorway stood Hal with a wide smile on his face. Maggie couldn't help herself. She shrugged her shoulder, offered a small grin and returned to her post. ***********************************************************************************************************

He was floating. Every fiber of his being screamed at them begged them to tell them how to fix his son. He just wanted to stop the process to get his son back, then they could kill him, as long as Ben lived on. But they would not. They'd killed billions...saving one was too much to hope for.

Tom was struggling. He was gagging again and he was freezing. He tried to move but he lacked the strength. He opened his eyes and was assaulted by as burning liquid. He resisted the urge to inhale when he realized he was fully ensconsed in a liquid. Panic rose in him as he began to thrash around the fluid slipped into his nose and his throat its thick vile contents choking him as he tried desperately to break the cage he was in. His nose burned as the urge to breathe became more urgent. He became lightheaded as he pounded desperately on the tomb he was encased in, until he could no longer fight. His brain forced him to take the natural path and he inhaled in one large gasp, as a tremor of pain gripped his body and the cold fire of the liquid seized his lungs sealing them shut.

Tom gasped deeply, his eyes springing wide open. Fevered eyes flittered back and forth to stare at fuzzy images before him as voices came to his mind.

"Shhhh. Tom you're okay you're just dreaming...it's okay..." a hand was on his chest placating him.

He reached out and grabbed the hand pulling the person closer into his view.

As Anne's rounded worried face came into view she stared into Tom's terrified eyes.

"I don't know what they did to me...but you have to kill me. Anne...please...You have to kill me..." he begged.

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