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Karen pulled away from Hal, with tears streaming down her face. "The…the things they m-made me do," she stuttered, "so many t-terrible things!" Hal pushed her hair back from her face where it was sticking to her skin.
"Karen," he soothed, "its okay, calm down. That's it, breathe. Now, what do you remember?"
Karen took a few deep breaths and sat up properly, sitting cross legged in bed. "Every…so many….I remember everything Hal." She began rocking back and forth slowly, and her messy hair gave her a psychotic look. Maggie reflexively placed a hand on the butt of her gun, ready to whip it out if the smallest threat appeared.
Hal placed a hand on her shoulder and slowly sat beside her on the bed. He pulled her to his side and gently stroked her hair, making constant soothing noises. Maggie remembered when Hal did the same thing to her, when she cried. She grimaced as she felt a dull tugging sensation in her chest, which she tried to ignore.
Karen lifted her head, sniffling. "Dr Glass? Margaret? Oh I'm really back! I missed you all so much." she clung wildly to Hal's arm, like a frightened kitten. "How did I get here? What happened?"
Hal pushed her back a bit, looking into her eyes. "We found you and a bunch of other kids, de-harnessed in the woods, close to death. Karen, why do you think they left you out there?"
Karen absently ran her hand across her abdomen, pulling the blankets tighter around herself. "My only guess," she whispered, "could be that I had served my purpose."
Maggie shifted uncomfortably; she had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Someone should go get Captain Weaver, and Tom," She stated suddenly. Anne nodded, life suddenly jumping into her.
"Of course! I'll go right now." She left, leaving Hal and Maggie alone with Karen. Maggie stepped a little closer to the bed, her hand still on her gun. Karen noticed the small movement and then looked at the bars on the window. "Hal," she asked slowly, cautiously, "why am I in here?"
He hesitated, not wanting to frighten her any more. "You have to stay in this room for a while, just to make sure you're safe," he said finally.
"To make sure I'm not a threat," Karen corrected him. Hal was about to defend her, but she raised her hand to stop him. "It's okay, I understand. I don't want anyone to get hurt," she mumbled absently.
Hal bit his lip, looking torn. "The fact that you don't want anything to happen and you understand about having to be in here proves to me that you really are Karen." Karen smiled and squeezed his hand, looking relieved.
Maggie shifted slightly, still very uncomfortable. "She could be lying; for all we know, she's still the alien's lapdog."
Hal looked up shocked and stood off the bed. "Maggie! How could you say that! We don't know anything yet, and I believe she's fine." Karen started crying quietly, sniffling as she flinched back, away from Maggie. Hal sat back down and pulled her to him again, rocking her soothingly. Maggie scoffed, feeling furious for reasons she couldn't explain.
"Can't you see? She's faking it Hal, she's playing with your mind." Hal stared at Karen, refusing to look at Maggie.
"I think you should leave," he said bluntly. Maggie stood for a moment, stunned.
"Fine. I'll talk to you later," she whispered, before leaving. Karen sniffled, pulling away to look at Hal. She wiped her eyes and attempted a half hearted smile.
"Something tells me she doesn't like me very much." Hal looked at the closed door regretfully.
"It's not her fault; she just finds it hard to trust people sometimes. After everything she's been through, you can't blame her."
Karen burrowed closer, curling into Hal's chest. "I'm just glad to be back here, back with you." Her hand snuck up his chest, wrapping around the back of his neck. Hal coughed awkwardly and gently removed her hand.
"Listen, a lot has changed in the past months…what do you remember about us? Do you remember anything from before you were harnessed?"
Karen looked confused. "I do remember bits and pieces, not every little detail, but I remember how much I love you." She pulled herself closer but Hal cautiously moved back, now sitting on the other side of the bed as he tried to keep some space between them.
"Okay, Karen, you need to understand that you were gone for such a long time, and I had no Idea if I would ever see you again. I swear, I loved you too, but I've moved on."
Karen stood, her bare feet pale on the cold floor. "R-really? Um, wow. Who?"She crossed her arms and began pacing nervously. Hal sighed and balanced his elbows on his knees.
"Maggie. We've been partnered together since you were taken. Karen, I loved you, I really did, and I still care very much about you, but what I feel with Maggie is so strong and powerful. She's my best friend." Karen stopped pacing and leant against the wall, rubbing her temples.
"It's not like I'm surprised, nobody can wait forever. I'm…happy for you both. I'm just glad we can end on good terms and still be friends."
Hal smiled, standing off the bed and in front of Karen. "Thank you. And it's not like you won't see me every day. I'll be around, I still care about you. You'll always be close friend of mine."
Karen tried to smile, but Hal noticed her lip start to quiver. "I know there's nothing I can do," she said as she hugged Hal, "but I'm going to miss you, Hal."
He rubbed her back gently and pushed the hair out of her face. "I know, I'm gonna miss you too. I'm sorry." She moved forward and stood in the centre of the room, opening her arms wide.
"Can I at least have a goodbye kiss? On the cheek?" she added when he gave her a look. She pouted, and Hal sighed. He hugged her and bent to kiss her gently on the cheek, but Karen turned her head at the last second, forcing her lips to his. Hal tried to pull away but Karen held his head in place, her hand tangling into his hair. He struggled feebly for a few seconds before giving up, standing still and unresponsive.
She was stronger than him. Hal pushed the thought of her strength aside, thinking it was just a side effect of the harness, like Ben and his increasing strength and stamina.
Karen continued to kiss Hal's unmoving lips for a few more seconds before breaking away, and releasing his head. She blushed slightly and lowered her head. "I…sorry. I just wanted to say goodbye," she whispered. Hal nodded curtly, still recovering from her surprise attack.
"Its fine, I know it wasn't fair to have everything be so different all of a sudden." She smiled a little, and sat back down on her bed. Hal checked his watch, raising his eyebrows at the time.
"Dinner will be served soon," he muttered to himself. He looked through the small pane of glass in the door, observing the quite hallway outside the room. "Someone will be here soon to bring you some food; they will probably bring some books or something as well."
Karen looked disappointed as she sighed, "you're leaving?" Hal nodded and ran his hand through his hair, scratching the side of his jaw, feeling the prickle of stubble.
"I gotta go find Maggie and talk to her, but I promise, I'll come visit you again later." She smiled at his words and curled up slightly on the mattress.
"Bye," she said as he left, closing the door. Hal wanted to find Maggie and sort everything out. He hated fighting with her, and as much as he hated to admit it, she was probably right. She normally was in these situations. He groaned at having the task of hunting her down, if Maggie didn't want to be found, it was almost impossible to track her whereabouts. He started off towards the most obvious place, her room, without any idea of where she actually was. Hal never would have guessed that she was on the other side of the hospital, hiding out in the area that was the seedy underbelly of the Second Mass, seeking refuge in the room of the notorious John Pope.
Maggie had managed to prowl half the distance back to her room before turning around with a sigh. She hated fighting with Hal. Every relationship she had ever had ended this way. Something she didn't like would happen, her head would explode and she'd walk out. Maggie didn't want to walk out on Hal; she wasn't going to walk out on Hal. Maggie wanted this to work, more than anything she had ever been a part of. She slowly made her way back to Karen's room, manoeuvring through the quiet halls.
She was about to open the door when something through the small window caught her eye. Hal was standing in the centre of the room and a pale hand was resting on the back of his head. He turned to the side slightly and Maggie stepped back, her hand flying to her mouth. A small noise escaped her lips as she watched Hal and Karen kiss, right in the middle of the room.
Karen's eyes popped open, looking straight at Maggie through the window. Maggie automatically froze, unable to move an inch. Karen continued to stare at her while she continued kissing Hal. Maggie stepped back before turning and briskly walking away. She felt the hot sting of tears, burning her eyes as she fought the urge to cry. She rushed through the hospital aimlessly, looking for a place where she could be alone. She couldn't go back to her own room, because Anne was there, taking a nap during her short break.
She turned corners and stepped through doorways, paying no attention to where she was going. She passed people who looked at her, concerned, ignoring their curious gazes. She turned a corner sharply, her vision blurred, and slammed into someone walking in the opposite direction.
"Whoa," they exclaimed, grabbing Maggie's forearms to steady her. She looked up to mutter an apology and was surprised to see Pope. Her surprise got the best of her, as she automatically jerked back and out of his grasp.
"What are you doing up here? Shouldn't you be down in your hole with your gang of degenerates?" Pope made a mock face of hurt and placed a hand dramatically on his chest.
"Just because I choose to live away from the company of the Mason lovers, doesn't mean I'm not allergic to the Sun." he looked her up and down before frowning slightly, "no offence Maggie May, but you look like hell. What is it? Trouble in paradise?"
Maggie ignored his remark, but could tell by his face that he was serious. A single tear snuck past her defences and trickled slowly down her face. She wiped it away furiously, and stuck her hands in her pockets. "I don't want to talk about it," she muttered, staring at her boots. Pope narrowed his eyes in thought, before gently grabbing her arm and leading her down a dark hallway. She didn't fight him, just followed numbly. She didn't feel anything anymore, just pain. Hal had promised that he would never hurt her, but the second she turned her back, he did.
Pope led her down stairways, further away from the light of the Second Mass, towards the basement of the hospital. He stopped her in front of a dark door. It was made of thick wood and loud voices could be heard on the side. Pope thumped on the door a few times before a panel in the door slid open, revealing a pair of shady eyes. The panel immediately shut again and the door swung open. The smell of smoke, sweat, dirt and alcohol hit Maggie like a wall, and she fought the urge to gag. Pope nudged her forward into the basement, guiding her to a makeshift bar.
"Welcome to the Nest!" he proclaimed over the overlapping voices. "One day, when all this alien shit is sorted, I'm gonna open a bar with that name." Maggie followed silently, timid and on the defence as she manoeuvred past loud and drunken bikers. Pope pushed her down into a chair at the bar, which was really just a row of tables pushed together. "I brought you here to help you with the recovery and recuperation," he said, before knocking on the counter. "Earl, I need two R and R's," he yelled over the noise. A large man with bulging muscles and several tattoos poured two drinks and passed them over. Pope nodded in thanks and passed one to Maggie, who swirled the alcohol thoughtfully.
"Getting drunk with you in this hole is the last thing I thought I would be doing today," she said numbly; she felt no emotion.
Pope tipped his glass for a toast, and smirked at her. "Tonight's on the house."
Maggie didn't think, she couldn't feel anything. She tapped her glass against Pope's and gulped it down in one swig. Whiskey, she recognised the taste. He tapped the bench for a refill, and the man came over with a large, full bottle. He filled their glasses again and left the bottle beside them at Pope's command. They drank their second glass and Maggie looked around while Pope filled up their third glass.
"So, this little haven was made by your hand?" she asked curiously. Pope nodded as he passed her glass back and they slammed down their third drink.
"With the help of my fellow berserkers, I'm the mayor of this fine foundation, you could say." They poured their fourth glass. The bottle, which was originally new, was now three quarters full. As Maggie drank her fourth glass, she felt her head begin to swim as her inhibitions deserted her.
Pope sat back in his chair, stretching his hands behind his head. "So, you gonna tell me what was bad enough to send you fleeing in tears?"
Maggie ran her finger around the rim of her glass, and tilted her head in suspicion. "Why do you want to know, Pope? To get some sick thrill knowing that I'm not made of stone?"
Pope raised his hands in defence, sitting forward, "hey I'm just asking, feel free to not answer."
Maggie swallowed her fifth glass. "It's no big deal," she muttered. Pope poured a sixth glass, and was beginning to slur his words.
"See, thatsh where you're wrong, Maggie Mays. In the whole time I've known you, thish is the second time I've seen you upset to the point of tearsh."
Maggie raised an eyebrow, swaying in her chair slightly. "I think you've had enough," she hiccoughed, reaching for his glass. She pitched forward in her chair, and would've fallen if not for Pope's quick reflexes. He caught her and pushed her back into her chair as she burst into a fit of hysterical giggles. Pope poured another drink, but missed the glass and spilt most of the whiskey on the counter.
Maggie had stopped laughing. Her throat burned and her head was swimming. She couldn't think, she couldn't feel anything. Pope passed her glass back, but it was only half full. She swallowed the alcohol and pushed her glass back on the bar.
A man with bulging muscles, speckled with tattoos, a mop of greasy hair and a terrible odour approached Maggie from behind and leant on the back of her chair.
"Hey doll face," he leered close to her ear, "how 'bout you and I ditch scrawny here, and go get freaky out back, huh?"
Pope didn't move, but gave the man a hard look. "I'd step away if I were you, unless you want a broken arm."
The stranger sneered down at Pope, "You think you can take me on?"
Pope shrugged his shoulders, "I probably could, but I was talking about her."
Maggie silently watched their interactions, finishing another glass of whiskey. The bottle was now half empty, but she didn't care. The man smirked at Maggie and caressed her cheek. "She doesn't look like she'll bite."
He turned around, his back to Pope, and looked her up and down slowly. "So, you coming?" Maggie blinked a few times, her mind scattered of conscious thought. She smiled and stood from her chair, her legs wobbling slightly. The man threw an arm around her shoulders and grinned at Pope. "Seems the lady thinks otherwise."
Pope said nothing, but reached out for Maggie's arm. He grabbed her wrist gently and tugged her around to face him better, making her stumble slightly. "You sure you know what you're doing? Don't forget that you just slammed down a quarter of a bottle of whiskey, and I don't think pretty boy would be too happy about this."
Maggie blinked slowly, her eyelids felt incredibly heavy. "He doeshn't care abou' me," she slurred. Pope raised an eyebrow and slouched back in his chair.
"I'm no' gonna tell you to shtop, I'm jusht reminding you that you're really drunk, and I know sober Maggie wouldn't be sho quick to hook up with random pigs."
She looked up at the man that was beside her before smirking back at Pope. "He'sh better looking dan you."
The man smiled down at Maggie and pulled her away. "Let's leave baby, it isn't any fun in here." Maggie grinned and allowed herself to be led through the swarm of filthy guys, and out a back door.
Pope grimaced and screwed the lid back onto the bottle of whiskey. "Someone's gonna end up dead by the morning," he muttered to himself. He settled deeper into his chair and prepared to wait for Maggie to resurface.
The man nudged Maggie up a steep flight of stairs, which took them to an alleyway behind the hospital. The door creaked shut behind them as he spun around and pushed her up against the wall. He ran his hands across her shoulders, pushing her leather jacket off. His hands fell down to her black jeans, where he worked to undo the single button.
Maggie's brain clicked as it began to whir back into action. She pushed firmly on the man's chest and made him stumble backwards. He looked at her, his face turning to one of confusion. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, grabbing her wrist. Maggie twisted her hand back and out of his reach.
"Get away from me, jerk," she warned. The man stepped forward again and growled in anger, grabbing her throat. Maggie's eyes flashed and she shoved her elbow into the man's face. Blood poured from his nose as he grunted in pain. He released her neck and Maggie brought her knee up firmly between his legs. He crumpled to the ground, groaning as blood trickled down his face.
"You…you're crazy bitch!" he spat at her. Maggie calmly bent and picked up her jacket, shaking it off before she put it back on. She bent down next to the man, not too close, and glared at him.
"Touch me again bastard, and you'll lose an eye." She stood, leaving him lying on the floor, and went back through the door, down the stairs and back to the basement.
She stumbled her way through the crowded room and made her way back to where she was sitting not long ago. Pope was still there and he smirked as she wobbled closer. He looked at his bare wrist as if he were wearing a watch, and raised an eyebrow.
"Sheven an' a half minutesh, Maggie May. I'm gueshing you left him bleeding in an alley shomewhere? Or did you jusht dump hish body in the nearesht lake?"
Maggie sat back in her chair and plopped her head in her hands, leaning against the counter. Pope chuckled and tapped his fingers on the wood beside her elbow. "Headache?"
Maggie rubbed her temples and mumbled an incoherent response. Pope tucked the whiskey bottle inside his jacket and gently tugged on her elbow, making her stand. "C'mon Maggs, let's get you home." She stumbled slightly, and Pope gripped her arm as they walked to help hold her up.
They both staggered drunkenly through hallways, empty from civilians, as it was hours past curfew. Maggie stopped in front of her room and Pope let her go, when he was assured she wasn't going to fall. He reached into his jacket and passed her the half empty bottle of whiskey.
"I wouldn't recommend any more drinking for tonight, but hold onto thish for next time." Maggie took the bottle gingerly and looked up at Pope.
"Thank you," she whispered. Pope nodded his head and scratched his small beard.
"You should get shome shleep," he muttered. "You're gonna feel like crap in da morning."
Maggie nodded, her eyes burning. "Thanks for the warning," she mumbled. Pope nodded once more, and then left without another word. Maggie watched as he turned a corner, and as soon as he was out of sight, she opened the door a crack. She stuck her head silently inside and was relieved to find an empty room.
Maggie stumbled blindly into the dark bedroom, the whiskey sloshing in the bottle held tight in her grasp.
Hal wandered the halls, completely lost. He'd been to Maggie's room, the cafeteria, the infirmary, the shooting range and anywhere else she could have possible been. He drifted down an empty hallway and checked his watch. It was late and he had missed dinner trying to find Maggie. His boots thumped solidly on the floor with each step he took. A door opened further down the hall and Hal was surprised when he saw his dad step out. Tom spotted Hal and briskly walked over, his rifle swinging behind his back.
"Never see you without that thing," Hal joked lightly. Tom smiled and clapped his son on the shoulder.
"What are you still doing wandering the halls? I figured you would be holed up in a room somewhere." Tom asked.
Hal shook his head and rubbed one of his eyes. "I've been looking everywhere for Maggie for hours now. You haven't seen her have you?"
Tom raised an eyebrow and walked by Hal's side. "I figured she'd be with you. You guys have been inseparable lately." Hal started to protest, but Tom held out a hand. "Hal, you haven't slept in your own bed for weeks now."
Hal grimaced and wrung his hands. "Yeah, sorry about that. I promise I'll start spending more time with the family."
Tom smiled, "good. But don't feel bad about it. I'm glad you have Maggie, you've really needed a…distraction from everything."
Hal blushed lightly, making his dad chuckle. Tom sighed and cracked his knuckles."It's late," he yawned, "I'm off to bed. Try to get some sleep Hal, if Maggie wants to be found, she'll be nearby."
Hal nodded and ruffled his hair. "Yeah, I'll find her tomorrow. Night dad." Tom smiled and turned around to walk in the opposite direction. Hal sighed, giving up for the night.
He made his way back to his room to sleep, his brother Matt already snoring quietly in bed. He kicked off his boots and stretched out over the blanket, but he didn't feel comfortable without Maggie by his side. He had so quickly become accustomed to her company that without it, he felt lonely. Despite the late hour, Hal knew he wasn't going to sleep easily.
Maggie heard the door to her room creak open and she could see the soft glow from the candles in the hallway wash over the wall. She had her back to the door, but she could tell that it was only Anne, arriving late in the night after tending to the last of the current patients. Maggie was in her bed, wrapped up in a thin blanket. She heard Anne cross the floor to stand a few feet from her bed.
"Maggie, are you awake?" Anne asked in a hushed voice. Maggie bit her tongue and said nothing, hoping that Anne would fall for her false slumber. Maggie listened as Anne undressed in the dark and sank into her own bed. She waited for a while until she was certain the steady breathing of Anne signalled that she had fallen asleep.
Maggie sniffled, allowing her tears to continue their steady flow. She had never thought it was possible to cry so much. She lifted the bottle to her lips and drank deeply. Maggie nearly jumped out of her bed when Anne turned a torch on, right at the foot of her bed.
"Anne! What are you doing?" Maggie yelped, surprised, as she quickly shoved the bottle under her blankets.
"I heard you crying. I was worried because you and Hal weren't at dinner". Maggie usually sat at a large table with Hal, Anne, Tom, Ben, Matt, Dai, Lourdes and Sarah.
"Hal wasn't at dinner?" Maggie asked casually.
"No, but if you haven't seen him, he's been looking for you for hours."
"Really?" Maggie drawled, chuckling bitterly "Can't imagine he'd spend that long looking for me."
"I saw Hal at the shooting range, he said he was looking everywhere for you," Anne explained. She lit a few candles around the room before turning the torch off.
"What were you doing at the shooting range?" Maggie asked, momentarily distracted as she watched the eerie shadows dance across the wall.
"The lessons you gave me were good, but I still need a lot of practice," Anne replied with a smile. Maggie tried to smile but could only manage a half-hearted grimace. Anne sighed before moving to sit on the end of Maggie's bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Anne asked kindly. Maggie looked up at her, pretending to be confused.
"Talk about what, Anne?" Anne gave her a very stern, pointed look. Maggie sighed and shook her head as she curled her legs up, the hidden bottle cool against her skin under the blanket.
"Well, you know you can always talk to me about anything, okay?" Maggie nodded her head, avoiding Anne's gaze as she leaned in to hug Maggie. Maggie tilted away slightly, holding her breath. After only a second, Anne pulled back to look Maggie in the face with a confused look in her eyes.
"Maggie have you…" Anne began, then stopped and sniffed gingerly. "Oh my goodness, Maggie! Have you been drinking?!"
Maggie's eyes flashed. "No, I have not!" she hissed. "Why don't you just mind your own business, Anne!" Maggie's gaze flickered down to the bulge under her sheets. Anne's eyes followed and before Maggie could react, Anne reached under to pull out a bottle of whiskey, three quarters of the bottle gone.
"Oh Maggie. Why? Why would you do this?" Anne looked closely at Maggie's face, "god, your eyes are bloodshot! I thought it was from the crying, but it's from the drinking isn't it?" Maggie closed her eyes, as she began softly crying again. Anne sighed. She walked across the room and dropped the bottle into a small waste bin.
She walked back to the bed where Maggie lay silently weeping. She stretched out on the bed and gently pulled Maggie's head into her lap. Anne could feel Maggie's tears stain the soft cotton pants she slept in, as she soothingly stroked Maggie's hair out of her tear sodden face. After about fifteen minutes Maggie eventually stopped crying, but Anne continued to run her long fingers gently through her blonde hair.
"I don't know what to do," Maggie sighed, muffled against Anne's leg.
"Well, I don't know what happened between you two," Anne replied, tucking a golden lock behind Maggie's ear. "But I'm sure whatever it is, you can work it out together. It's not a known secret how much you care about each other?"
"What if he broke a promise and did something I never thought he would do."
"I don't know what he did Maggie, but if you think you can forgive him, then do. I suggest you sleep on it, find him tomorrow, sit down and talk about it. Straighten this situation out." Maggie sighed, exhausted.
"You're not in any trouble, are you? You're not pregnant or anything?" Anne blurted suddenly. Maggie froze before chuckling awkwardly, despite her current state, "no, I'm not in any trouble Anne, and I'm definitely NOT pregnant."
"Okay." Anne smiled. Maggie's eyelids drooped and she yawned for what seemed like a year. "Wait here a moment," Anne said quietly. She slipped out of their room and Maggie closed her sore eyes. She opened them again when she heard Anne walk in, closing the door behind her. She was holding a small silver bowl and a fluffy cloth. "Sit up," she gently commanded. Maggie, too tired to object, did as she was told and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
Anne dipped the cloth into the bowl, which was filled with warm water, and gently washed Maggie. Anne wiped down Maggie's arms, and gently dabbed her face and when Maggie was clean and fresh, Anne passed her a flask of water. Maggie drank deeply, emptying the flask, despite the burning feeling the water caused running down her raw throat. Anne took the flask away before laying Maggie down on her bed. Maggie's eyes fluttered as she tried to keep them open. She was exhausted, and drunk, and it took all of her effort to remain conscious. Anne straitened the blanket before tenderly tucking it around Maggie's slim frame. After checking Maggie wasn't in danger of falling out of her bed Anne blew the candles out before she returned to her own, exhausted from her endless job of being the second mass's doctor.
Anne was starting to drift off when Maggie's voice popped the silence. "Thanks Anne." Her words were slurred, but sincere.
Anne smiled in the darkness, "anytime Maggie, but if I catch you drinking like that again, I'll kick your sorry ass back to Boston." Maggie chuckled quietly at the out-of-character threat from Anne, knowing she was serious, but still joking. Anne lay in the heavy silence, Maggie breathing deeply in a matter of seconds. She felt content when she knew Maggie was sleeping, helping her ease into her own blissful sleep.
Maggie woke late the next morning. She groaned groggily as the sunlight streamed through the open window, blinding her. She sat up in bed and gasped as the blood rushed to her head, making it throb. She felt the workings of a big headache forming in the back of her skull. "Great," she muttered to herself. Maggie knew she was severely hung-over. She looked over to Anne's bed, which was empty. Maggie reached for her watch on the small chest next to her bed and found a note, written in Anne's neat writing.
Maggie,
I left you some aspirin for the headache I'm sure you have. If you feel unwell at any point, come find me and I will give you more pills. I suggest you wait until you feel better before going to talk to Hal, and you should probably leave the part about getting drunk out.
Anne.
Maggie took the two small pills that were next to the note and swallowed them with the glass of water Anne also left. She slowly managed to get herself out of bed before getting dressed, even slower. Maggie moved sluggishly down the hallways. She made her way slowly to the kitchen, even though she doubted she would be able to keep anything down. Her stomach flipped sickeningly at just the thought of food. As Maggie neared the staircase she heard someone calling her name.
"Maggie. Maggie!" she slowly turned and was frightened to see Hal, storming towards her with anger radiating from every bone in his body.
AN/: Hey everyone, I know this chapter was really late, but it's a little longer than normal :)
if you haven't guessed it by now, im pretty bad when it comes to keeping a deadline, as life often likes to get in the way of my writing :P anyway, for those who have read my story from the beginning, thank you :3 your support means so much to me.
for those of you that didn't notice, this is my 10th chapter! yay! I know it's not that big of a deal, but I only planned for this story to be a quick one-shot and because of all the lovely reviews I've gotten, I've decided to continue :) *self hi-five* :D
also, I know I may currently be focusing more predominantly on the drama side of the story, but for those action lovers, don't worry. more alien action is on the way! ;)
also, who is loving the new season so far! I think it's brilliant! I never miss a new episode and I have every single one, up to date, saved to my laptop! which means im constantly spending time on FS marathons ;)
okay, long AN over! xx
Guest reviewer: chapter 7, Hi! I'm glad you found this story too! :) I'm glad you think I write the characters well, thank you :) I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad that the scene between Anne and Maggie made you cry, but I was trying to convey that sort of emotion, so the fact that it got across is good, I guess :) I'm so happy you like my story so far, there's plenty more to come! ;)