Is sorry enough ?

Everyone was back inTerra Nova and alive. Damon drove Alexandra straight to the infirmary so Dr Shannon could check on her.

"I should have a loyalty card," Alexandra joked.

"Or you could try not to be so reckless and stay away from danger," Damon mocked.

Alexandra's right hand was covered in bruises. She didn't mind the pain because it had been caused by her punching on Mira's face. However, her burnt palm was really annoying. She couldn't clench her fist properly.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Damon asked, taking her hand up so he could look at her palms.

"I'll survive."

"It might take longer to heal than you think." Damon winced as he saw how deep her palm had been burnt.

"So, what do we have here?," Dr Shannon said, entering the room. "Alex? What happened?" Her eyes were filled with concern.

"Nothing really," she tried to reassure her. "I burnt my hand with a rope."

"And fell from a tree," Damon added, his eyes narrowed, locked on her.

"You fell from a tree?" Dr Shannon asked in disbelief.

"A tiny tree."

"A big tree." Damon added again.

"Only 2 metres," Alexandra shook her head, glaring at Damon.

"3 metres at least!"

"Damon could you just… Don't you have somewhere else to go?" She muttered. "Why don't you go and see a doctor for your forehead?"

"I'm fine here." He teased, a smile spreading across his face.

Dr Shannon watched their ping pong chat, lost.

"Dr Shannon, Damon makes it look a lot worse than it is in reality."

"No I don't!" He said, faking to be shock. Alexandra frowned at him.

"Don't mind him, he doesn't know what he's talking about."

"Well, it's not really her fault. She doesn't remember what happened. Maybe because she was unconscious," he smirked at her.

"Alex, you lost consciousness?" Dr Shannon was shock now. "It's serious Alex! You can't hide this from me!"

"Just for a few seconds, nothing to worry about," Alexandra exhaled loudly, annoyed.

"Ok, Damon, please, leave us. Alex, I'm going to scan you. You could have a concussion or internal bleeding. I need to check every possibility."

Damon waved at Alexandra, a big proud smile on his face, before leaving the room. Dr Shannon did all the exams she needed to and cleaned Alexandra's burn before bandaging it.

"Alexandra, your results are good but I'd like you to stay here for observation, just in case."

"No. I won't stay here. I'm okay. You just said it."

"You fell from almost 3 metres high. This is serious."

"If there is anything abnormal, I'll come back. I swear." She said, sitting on the bed, tying up her shoes.

"You are really pale Alex. It does worry me a lot."

"Dr Shannon," she paused. "Elizabeth. The only reason why I'm pale is because I just saw the woman who tortured me being shot dead by my ex who actually saved my life doing it. So yes, I'm pale. Yes, I'm in shock. But you checked on me and you found nothing so the only thing I need right now is to go back home, have a shower and a good night of sleep." Dr Shannon was worried but she knew she couldn't force Alexandra to stay.

"Call me if you need to. Don't hesitate. Even if it seems insignificant."

"I'll do it."

"I walk her back home." Damon said, entering the room. His tone told her that she had no choice in the matter. They left the infirmary, Damon walking behind her.

"You don't need to walk that fast," he said lightly. Alexandra kept her quick pace. "Hey wait, hey Alex wait for me," he said, grabbing her arm to stop her.

"Why did you have to be such a pain in the ass earlier? I thought you were on my side!"

"I am! And this is why I told her the truth. Honestly, did you expect me to act any different?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"You could have," she sighed.

"Would not be me, would it?" He smiled lightly.

"No," she smiled too. "Try harder next time," she joked.

"I'll think about it," he smirked, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "Come on girl, I want to fulfill this mission."

"Mission?"

"Taking you back home safely!" Damon accompanied her to her house and then stood outside with her. "Do you want me to stay?" He asked, his head tilting to see her face. Alexandra deliberated in her head but thought she would be better on her own.

"I'll be okay. But thank you. For everything," she said, before giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Ok. I'll see you later then. Goodnight Alex."

"Good night Damon."

Alexandra was feeling stiff. She went directly to the bathroom and stayed in the shower until she ran out of hot water and had no choice other than to get out. She put her pajamas on, ready to go to bed. She stopped on her way to the bedroom, glancing at her empty living room. Maybe she should have asked Damon to stay. She didn't like to be alone after all. She felt the necessity to sit on the sofa. Thinking of what had happened today made her cry. She couldn't help it. She was lost. She had turned her feelings for Lucas off and now she realized how much she still missed him.

"I'm sorry." A voice came from a dark corner of the room. Alexandra slowly took her head out of her hands and whiped away the tears from her cheeks. She looked at where the voice had come from. Lucas was there, standing next to the door. They stared at each other, not sure what to do. Lucas was relieved to see she was alright. She seemed distressed though, but Lucas could understand why after such a bad day. A knock at the door broke their endless deep look. Alexandra walked to the door, well aware of Lucas, inches from her. She opened the door slightly, Lucas still behind it, hidden from the outside. It was Taylor.

"I just wanted to check on you. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine thank you. My back and my hand are painful though. But I can handle it."

"You've been crying?" he suddenly asked, concerned, as he noticed her red eyes.

"It's okay, I'm just exhausted. And I put some soap in my eyes in the shower. It's nothing. I think I just need some rest. A good night of sleep and it will be like nothing happened." She forced a smile. It didn't fool Taylor.

"Just know, if you want to talk, I'm here."

"Thank you Taylor. I won't forget it." She nodded before closing the door. She rested her head on the door and started crying again. It was too much to hold in. Lucas couldn't stay so close to her and do nothing. He stepped to her and dared to pull her against him, his hands on her waist. She didn't push him away, she felt safe in his arms, her head buried in his chest.

"I can leave you if you want to stay alone," he said after a minute, even though he hoped she would allow him to stay. She didn't reply but he felt her head moving from side to side on his chest, meaning no, asking him to stay. He tightened his embrace, relieved. He rocked her lightly, his head on hers. "You should get some sleep," he whispered to her ear. He felt her nod in his chest. Then he led her to her bedroom and gently lay her on the bed, covering her with a blanket. He caressed her cheek with his hand and was ready to leave her when, still wordless, Alexandra caught his hand. Her eyes were begging him not to leave her alone. He carefully laid on the side next to her, wrapping her in his arms, soothing her. It didn't take too long for her to fall asleep. It was a blank sleep for her, no dreams, no nightmare. Just a peaceful, warm and safe sleep.

When Alexandra woke up the next morning, she was alone. She wondered if she had dreamt all of it. But the smell of Lucas all over her told her it had been real. She walked in the kitchen and found a note from Lucas saying that he'd be back tonight. Alexandra had a huge headache and the lights were hurting her eyes. She took some pills Dr Shannon had given her to ease her pain. She changed the bandage of her hand and got dressed. She thought some fresh air would help her headache to go away. She walked a bit, not knowing where she was headed. She ended in front of Damon's house. She knocked at his door and was surprised when he opened it.

"You're not working?" She asked.

"Are you always expecting people to be out when you come to knock at their door?" He mocked.

"Weird habit, huh?"

"I thought Taylor gave you a day off?"

"Doesn't mean I can't come and visit you, does it? I wanted to be sure my partner was still operational after he hit his head. Because otherwise I'll have to find another better one."

"You couldn't find a better one." He stated.

"You are severely overestimating yourself," she teased.

"Do you want to come in?" Alexandra had actually never been in his house. "Don't worry, it's not a trap. You can leave whenever you want," he smiled, leading her inside.

"You could be surprised how good I am when it came to escaping from a place!" She mused, following him inside.

Damon and Alexandra talked together part of the afternoon. It had always been easy to talk freely to him. But Alexandra had been exhausted quickly, her headache was back to a high level of pain. She thanked him for the tea and left him. She bumped into Jim on her way back home.

"Hey Alex, how are you doing?"

"Good."

"I saw you were with Damon, huh?"

"Indeed, I was," she replied, her eyebrows furrowed.

"He is a good man isn't he? And he is smart. Did you know he has been a lieutenant since he was 24?" Alexandra had a puzzled expression on her face. "And he is handsome, don't you think?"

"Are you trying to set me up with Lieutenant Damon Keagan?" Alexandra asked, astonishment in her voice.

"Is it working?" He smiled.

"How old are you Jim?" She laughed. "Is it why Taylor asked him to be my partner? So I could fall in love with a new guy?" She was stunned now as she realized what all of this could mean.

"Oh come on Alex, we all saw the way you looked at him." Jim said proudly. Alexandra shook her head.

"You should do what you're good at, instead of pretending to be a dating service Jim," she mocked, before walking away.

"And for your concern, just know that he is the one who asked to be your partner, not us," Jim yelled.

Alexandra didn't stop but thought about what Jim had said the whole way back to her house. She didn't want it to be true. If it was, it would imply too much. She liked the relationship she had with Damon. She liked it how it was now. If Damon was expecting more it could be a problem. He was a great guy, he would be the perfect boyfriend actually. But she was not sure she wanted it to happen. Her head was saying she should, her heart was telling a different story.

"What's wrong with me?" she mumbled to herself as she opened her door to go inside her house.