Coma
He looked dead, lying there on that small bed in the dingy little abandoned farm house they had found. And thank God they had found it, Charlie was sure he wouldn't have survived long in the forest, not like this, especially with Maggie explaining about the high possibility of infection. She could barely tell Miles was even still alive, his breathing was so shallow and his skin so pale; but the angry red wound on his side continued to bleed proving that life still inhabited the still corpse before her. Maggie had bandaged it, cleaned it as best she could, but it was a stab wound, and deep at that. Thankfully it hadn't hit any vital organs, but the blood loss and high risk of infection still made it potentially deadly.
Charlie sat in a wooden chair by the bed side, the candle light flickering across his lifeless body. She could see the scars that marred the tanned skin of his torso. Mostly gashes, grazes, an even a few bullet holes. His midsection was wrapped in what was once clean white cloth, and was now a light scarlet color.
Bounty hunters had gotten the jump on them, Miles of course was never one to surrender, not really anyway. Had taken it for Aaron. The sword. Charlie could still remember that horrible sound of the blade sheathing itself into Miles' flesh, could still see that pained yet determined expression on his face, could still see the scarlet river of blood... He had killed the man, pulled the rusted sword out of his midsection and turned to make sure everyone was okay. Charlie couldn't believe how nonchalant and dismissive he was when she ran to help him. Her hands had come away bloody, and she could see the forest floor below him was deep red. She'd looked up at him, an expression of abject horror. But all he had done is told them they had to get moving, their position had been compromised, that was about the time he lost consciousness. Charlie had scarcely been able to keep her balance when he collapsed forward onto her.
It was her fault, no matter what anyone said. She was the one who got so pissed at him when he used Aaron as bate back in the beginning. Miles' seemingly complete lack of regard for others' wellbeing had really been a sore point in their relationship. Charlie had found though that it wasn't a lack of regard, it was more of a wall he set up around himself. And after having dealt with Militia, bounty hunters and outlaws Charlie could see why. Back at that bar, before they'd found Nora, she could see how angry Miles had been about having to actually take their lives into account. She could see the benefits of working alone, of isolation, especially in a world like this. Being alone was just easier, less complicated. It was her though who had talked to him about it, yelled even sometimes, pushed and pushed until that wall came tumbling down. Miles cared about Aaron, about Maggie, and about her; and it was all her fault. That's why she had to stay with him, had to make sure he woke up. She reached out and took his lifeless hand in hers, relieved somewhat that it was warm.
"Charlie you need to get some sleep" Maggie stood in the doorway, clearly concerned. Charlie hesitated; she didn't want to leave him like this. But then she realized it was her job now, to protect them. Miles had always been the leader, protector. It was her turn. She gave his hand a light squeeze before letting it go and taking up her crossbow.
"I'll take first watch." Maggie looked as though she were about to argue, but something in Charlie's face must have made her change her mind. Charlie took a last look back at Miles. It was odd, with him lying there dead, but not, it reminded her of one of those hospital dramas she used to watch when she was a kid. The ones where a family member would go into a coma and their loved ones would have to be strong and wait for them to come back to the world of the living.
Warmth
It was freezing. No snow yet but Miles was sure it wouldn't be taking its sweet time getting there. It had been a long time since he'd spent a winter out in the wild. Back in Chicago he'd had decent shelter, a fire, and anything else you could possibly need. As it stood now he and the Scooby gang were stuck camping in the forest. They couldn't even build a fire because they were being actively followed by the Militia, and a fire would make them an easy target especially since it was pitch black.
He had no clue how Aaron was able to sleep when it was this cold, but nevertheless he was snoring away. Maggie and Charlie were wrapped tight in their coats and bedroll blankets. Despite that though, he could hear Charlie's teeth chattering and he watched as she blew warm air into her hands and rubbed them together. Seeing her do this just annoyed him for some reason. Mile sighed; he noticed he'd started doing quite a bit of that ever since he joined them on their ridiculously impossible quest. He unwrapped himself from his coarse wool bedroll blanket, both Charlie and Maggie raised an eyebrow at this.
"Here," he grumbled tossing his blanket to Charlie who caught it in surprise. He had a long sleeved shirt and jacket on anyway, plus he liked to think he was use to the cold. She needed it more than he did. Charlie just stared at the blanket for a moment, just holding it in her, probably, ice cold hands.
"Thanks but," Charlie tossed his blanket back to him. "I'm okay. Besides you'll freeze." The small sniffle undermined half of what she had said. Miles frowned narrowing his eyes before tossing his blanket back at her.
"I'll be fine. You're the one who's turning into a popsicle." Charlie seemed offended and was about to say something back when Maggie spoke.
"Will you two stop acting like six year olds?" Maggie actually sounded as though she found the whole situation funny, which ticked both Miles and Charlie off just a bit. "Just share it." With that Maggie rolled over her back to them, thus ending the conversation. Charlie and Miles looked from Maggie to each other. Miles watched as Charlie looked down at the blanket, then she hopped up from where she sat and plopped herself down next to him handing him one end of the blanket. He could feel how cold she was just sitting next to her so, reluctantly he put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. It was like snuggling with a snowman, but he knew she'd warm up eventually. Looking down at her he couldn't help smiling a bit as she seemed to be enjoying stealing his warmth.
A/N:
So I know there are only two episodes, but who's everyone's favorite pairing? Miles/Maggie, Maggie/Aaron, Charlie/Aaron, Charlie/Nate, Charlie/Miles (and any other pairings you could come up with)?