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Chapter Ten

It was like a dream. He wasn't there but he saw everything. He wasn't awake but he wasn't asleep. Was he dead? Or was this some sick and twisted reality?

It almost felt like an out of body experience to him, he could watch the events happening around him but he couldn't stop them. His body was lying there on the ground, dirty and smudged. Sprawled over a man he wasn't far away from calling father; the closest thing he had to one anyway.

TJ and Chloe came running onto the scene with concern and panic on their faces. A doctor rolled him off of the Colonel, checking his body over. Another one looking at the man he had just saved.

Matthew saw something, a figure, out of the corner of his eye. Not a person who was actually there, but there with him; in this still moment of time. He turned to face the figure.

A grim stubbled face with a piercing vision gave a weak smile to him, maybe even a nod. Was he real? Or was he a figment of his deluded imagination? Father George, the one good person in his youth, the man that had straightened him out and given him a home.

Matthew found his legs moving, but he wasn't controlling them. He was moving closer towards Father George, first a slow pace, than a fast one, and finally into a jog. Matthew placed his hand on his mentor's shoulder, just to make sure he was real.

"What happened to me?" Matthew asked, Am I dead?"

"Some say yes, some say no. Do you think you are dead?" The man replied.

"I don't know what to think anymore".

"You have a decision to make son. Are you willing to let yourself go?"

Matthew looked back at Chloe, seeing the tears rolling down her sweat face.

"No. I'm not ready to go just yet", Matthew answered, vindication in his voice.

"Then there is your answer my boy", George replied. "You have to feel alive to be alive".

Matthew turned back around to face the scene of the accident. He started to walk back, but hesitated.

"Are my . . . parents there? Where you are I mean?" He asked, his throat getting dry.

"Yes, yes they are".

"Tell them that I love them". A single tear drop fell from his cheek. He blinked it away and just as the tear had vanished, so had his mentor.

He felt a sudden pull towards his body, like he was being sucked back into a vacuum. Matthew Scott could have died that day, but he chose to fight, and he did. He came, he fought, and he won.

Tamara was first onto the scene of the explosion, closely followed by Chloe who had followed her from the infirmary. She had immediately started running towards the bodies seeing Colonel Young, the man she loved, lying on the ground, lifeless.

Her throat caught in her mouth as her fingers found his pulse, he was alive for now. Doctor Fisher came out of nowhere and rolled the defenceless body of Lieutenant Scott, who she barely recognised under his ash and dust covered face.

Doctor Fisher gave her a shake of the head, confirming that Lieutenant Scott wasn't breathing. He started giving him CPR straight away, trying to bring him back from the brink of death.

It took three minutes of CPR before Doctor Fisher had given up on his patient. There was no hope, Lieutenant Scott was dead.

Tamara restarted the CPR, Doctor Fisher trying to usher her away. Brody, who had also arrived, pulled her off of Matthew and held her in his arms, comforting her. Doctor Fisher leant down and checked once more, and he looked back up at Tamara, stunned.

"There's a . . . pulse", he managed to stutter.

Tamara broke free of her comforter's arms and checked. There it was, faint but there.

"We have to get them both to the infirmary right away", she sobbed.

Tamara and Fisher lifted up Colonel Young's body onto a stretcher and slowly carried him away. Greer and Brody did the same for Lieutenant Scott, Chloe not too far behind them.

As soon as they had reached the infirmary, Greer made for the door, but was cut off by Tamara.

"I know what you are going to do?" She said blocking the exit.

"Then get out of my way", he replied huskily.

"I will, just promise me this", she asked. "I want you to put a bullet through the son of a bitch's head that did this, you hear me?"

"I'm one step ahead of you". He lifted his hand up to her cheek and wiped away the tears. "Now you get in there and save them, both of them".

She nodded and stepped aside. Greer ran out the door, his H&K G36K aimed high up in the air, ready to kill. Lieutenant James ran up beside him, her gun in the same position.

"Before you say anything, I'm fine and I want to help. Besides, I'm the commanding officer", she ordered.

"Actually, I was going to say that it's about time you got here, ma'am", Greer responded.

"Everyone has been quarantined to their quarters. Only Camille Wray, Doctor Rush, the people in the infirmary and Major Tate haven't been".

"Camille Wray, you mean he has hostages?"

"She didn't go to her quarters, so maybe. Which means you can't go in all guns blazing".

"I only need one shot ma'am".

"Well I hope you are aiming for his leg", she ordered. "We need him alive so we can question him".

"I'm done talking".

Chapter Ten is done, nearly towards the end of the episode. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and it would help greatly if you commented. Thank you.