Odd One Out/Falling Skies fanfic

Chapter Two

I stared at him for ages. He was so handsome. The fact that I was staring however didn't seem to make him uncomfortable. Rather, he may have thought I was in shock. Which, quite frankly, I may have been.

“How are you?” he asked once more, now leaning closer and holding my right arm.

“I...I'm OK” I said and just continued to stare. I knew there were others around us; I could hear their voices. There seemed to be quite a few people actually. At least 5. More than I had seen in what seemed to be an eternity. The only person I'd seen was... “Brandon” I yelled quickly as I remembered, and quickly snapped out of shock!

“Brandon?” the boy asked swiftly as I had already begun fleeing the scene, as my brother would say. Maybe, I hadn't quite got over the shock. Whatever had previously happened, it was, for lack of a better word, awkward. And now, I needed to meet my brother at the rendezvous point. He had to be there. If he wasn't... oh my God I don't want to think about it!

“He's my brother” I answered the boy who was now on my tail. Whoever he was, he didn't seem to be willing to let me go on my merry way!

“Right...and where is he?” he asked, looking at me from behind, and I could feel his eyes burn through my skull. Whatever was going on, he knew something was up. Even though, I'm not even sure I knew what was wrong with me. I turned to face him and realised he was right behind me.

“I don't know. I hope I do, but I won't know for certain unless I go to where I was meant to meet him. Now, thank you for the rescue, but I'd rather find my brother now rather than sit around and chat. Thank you though.” I said with an attitude and started walking off. I don't know what had gotten over me. I was being a complete and utter b!tch, and was refusing to stay with a group of people. Of people that aren't related to me. Of people that are as handsome as this guy. What was I doing? Maybe they could help me find Brandon. And before I had finished that thought, someone popped in and said:

“Well kid, do you need any assistance with that?” I turned to look at who said that since it quite obviously wasn't the boy I had been talking to. This man had a more deep, husky voice. I turned towards him and saw a man, rough-looking, with some gashes of blood running down one side of his forehead, around his 50's, though he could have been a decade older or younger, I couldn't quite tell distinctively. He started walking towards me and I instinctively grabbed hold of my gun again. He reminded me of the man, all those years ago...

“I'm fine thank you. I'll just be on my way. Thanks for rescuing me.” I said and moved backwards. He looked incredibly like him. He had obvious differences, but still, the body type, the attitude, the whole look...

“My name is Weaver. Colonel Daniel Weaver of the 2nd Mass, working for the Continental Army of Charleston, the new capital” he said as I stared at him in absolute ignorance. I had no idea what he had just said. The only thing I caught was his name, and something about the 2nd Mass. We'd heard something about them, back when we were with the Florida Fifth. They were giving the Crawlers, or Skitters as they called them, a really hard time. They were our example. So, if he is 2nd Mass, he should technically be trustworthy. Should be...

“I'm Tanya. I need to find my brother Brandon. I lost him while legging it to get away from the Crawlers. We have a rendezvous point though. I need to go and find him there. He's the only thing I've got left in the world” I said now nearly in tears. This is not what I signed up for. But then again, I guess none of us did.