Somewhat the Beginning (A Falling Skies Fanfiction)

Tom

I pulled down my shirt, "Physically I feel better Anne, it's just these spikes I'm worried about." I said rubbing the back of my neck. I was on the empty med bus with Anne getting a check up. My spikes had gotten worse, just like how Ben's and Rick's was. They didn't hurt anymore, but I've had nightmares every night, and the one this morning was the first one I've had about my harnessing.

She nodded, "Ok. We still don't fully understand the effects of the harness, but Ben seems to be doing fine, and hopefully you will be fine too. I'm just worried about how fast the process is..."

"Anne!" A voice yelled, I easily recognized it as Hal's. "Anne! We need doctor Glass!"

Anne and I went outside and pushed through crowds of people until we saw Ben and Hal carrying a man.

"He's been shot." Hal said when we came into view.

"Tom?" Anne said. Tom? I could barely see the man's face let alone a wound since it was dark outside, but when we got more into the light it looked like he had a bullet hole in his side and that he had already lost a lot of blood. Everyone around us was buzzing as Tom was dragged into the med bus.

Ben tugged on Anne's shirt sleeve. "I didn't mean to shoot him, Anne."

She brushed his hand away, "Ben, I have to go." She went into the bus.

Ben followed her, but came back out a minute later.

I walked up to him. "What happened Ben?" He was covered in blood, and I don't think it is all his.

His voice cracked "I didn't mean to. It was dark, there were skitters everywhere. I didn't mean to." He backed up against the bus and slid down. I sat next to him and he buried his face in his hands.

I started patting his back, "It's ok, it was a mistake that anyone could've made..."

He lifted his head and shook off my hand, "But it wasn't just anyone who did it!" He shot back. Then his voice softened, "It was me.

"I'm so sorry Ben..."

"Yea well don't be." He got up and was about to go back into the med bus, but I grabbed his arm.

"Ben, I'm not the enemy here. I'm here to help you, just like I was three months ago. If you ever need me, I'm never too far away."

"Whatever shrink, why don't you go diagnose someone else." He said sarcastically, yanking back his arm, and entering the bus.

Wow that stung. I said to myself as I walked back to the tent. When I entered I saw Matt sitting on his cot twirling his thumbs.

"Hey Matty." I say, sitting next to him.

"Hey." He glumly said.

"Your dad's going to be fine. Anne's going to fix him up, and he's gonna be running around with you like he never even had an injury."

Matt shrugged and laid down. "I'm tired. Can I please be left alone?"

"Um, sure." Great, even Matt's different around me. I guess it isn't easy to leave for three months then try to act like nothing even happened.

I went over and laid in my cot but I didn't want to sleep. I didn't want to have nightmares, I didn't want to become a skitter, I didn't want to live in fear anymore. I couldn't sleep, just too many things on my mind. I didn't even feel tired when the sun went up in the morning.