Alicia gathered the team together once more to discuss ideas for how to stop the asteroid. Merrin made sure to sit far away from Malcolm but he was too busy arguing with Liam to have time to pay attention to her.

After listening to them bicker back and forth, Merrin spoke up, "Liam, why don't you just tell everyone? I hate Croft just as much as you, but doesn't the fate of the world outweigh that? We're not going to get anywhere with you two going at each other," she added before she stood and left the room. No one stopped her because she had been a voice of reason.

She found herself in the breakroom where she stared longingly at the coffee maker, losing track of time until she heard a familiar voice from behind her.

"You dropped quite the bomb earlier," Malcolm began, "You know you can have a cup of coffee, right?"

Merrin wasn't thinking when she replied as if things were normal, "It's not just the caffeine I'm worried about but also the likelihood that I'll throw it up as soon as I drink it," she replied.

"That was a better reaction to me," he responded, moving closer, his cane catching her eye once more.

"Are you alright?" she asked, flashing her eyes to it as he neared her.

He gave her a small smile, "Yes, Liam hit my shoulder when he shot me and it just didn't fully recover," he explained, "How are you?" he asked, tenderly.

Merrin took a deep breath, "I'm ok," was all she could muster when thinking about how to answer his question.

"I know you still care about me, Mer," Malcolm began, "Can we figure this out? I don't like not having you by my side," he revealed.

Merrin finished brewing a cup of black coffee and walked toward him, stopping once she was just inches away. "You should have thought about that before you committed treason and, then, didn't have the decency to find a way to reach out and tell me you weren't dead."

She didn't give him a chance to respond, leaving to rejoin the group at a rapid pace.

Malcolm followed her, as quickly as he could, but once he gained on her she was back in the group beginning to work on ideas.

The team sat for hours looking over different ideas when Merrin caught Malcolm looking down at her stomach.

She shook her head at him, "We need to figure out 'us' before you start thinking about this at all," she laid her hand on her abdomen, almost protectively.

Croft made eye contact with her, a glimmer she'd missed present in his, "So, there is an 'us'?"

"Really?" she replied, but her walls were breaking down. She never stopped loving him and she couldn't imagine how much she'd regret giving up on him when they might have a second chance. She leaned in closer to him so she could whisper, "Meet me in my room later and we can talk."

Merrin changed into a loose nightie once their day was over, waiting for Malcolm to show up. As if she'd summoned him with her mind, there was a knock on the door. She stood and opened it to reveal him on the other side, leaning more heavily on his cane.

"Come in and take a seat," she ushered him inside, her concern for his shoulder increasing.

Malcolm took a seat at the table before he spoke, "Ok, so what do you want to do? I know there is no apology that will fix the damage I've done, but I need you to know that I never intended for you to get hurt," he began, laying out his feelings.

She nodded as she sat down across from him, "I know that, even if I don't want to admit it. You have to understand how hard it is for me to just accept you back into my life? I want to, so badly, but there's a large part of me that's always going to wonder when the rug is going to pulled out from under my feet again," she confessed.

Malcolm moved to stand, but Merrin stopped him moving to his lap, "That shoulder needs rest." Without thinking, she leaned forward and placed her lips to his, instantly running her hands up his chest into his hair.

He pulled back, "I thought I was up here for us to talk," he said, "Not that I'm complaining, but I don't want to become some confusing thing," he confessed.

Merrin stared into his eyes, she saw truth within them, "I can't stay mad at you. I love you and we will never really be over."

He nodded and resumed the kiss, holding her body tightly to his, afraid to let her go.