Lucas POV
All I see is a light, all I feel is pain and then nothing. I see a familiar face. A face I haven't seen since that first time I was on a battle field.

"What up friar?"
"Sully?"
"The one and only."
"But your dead..."
"And so are you....why are you dead?"
"I was on a chopper. It got blasted down."
"Why aren't you fighting to be alive? You have a woman who you've loved since you've met her crying her eyes out holding on to the last 2 things she thinks she has left of you. Go back! You still have the chance."
"Maya...is she ok?"
"See for yourself."
I walk towards sully but he disspears. I blink and there he is standing beside me in my living room. I hear sobs and Maya is on the floor in front of the door making a puddle of tears. Presley is beside her hugging her repeating the same sentence over and over again.
"You ok mama. You ok mama."
I start crying then I look at sully.
"How do I fight?"
"You just do."
I left where I was and went to find my body. It was bloody and dirty.
"Cmon wake up! Wake up! Wake up."
Suddenly I feel pain all over. I open my eyes to see flames around me and a giant metal bar on top of me. I use every piece of strength in me and lift it off of me. I look around to see nobody at all. They must have gotten every body else. I'm walking
and I see an old woman.
"Help!"
She looks at me.
"He-"
And the last thing I remember is hitting the ground.
Maya POV
3 months later
Its been 3 months since Lucas died. I got a call from the Sargent saying that they got in touch with the unit and that Lucas had gotten on the helicopter. They searched for him for 3 days and found no sign of him, so they assumed he was one of the burnt victims. Its been hard, but I have been strong for the child inside of me and the child I'm caring for. I feel bad because Now my baby girl will never know her father and my baby boy won't remember him. Its sad, but Chris has been helping me and so has his girlfriend, which sounds weird but they are like family to me. Of course Riley, smackle, farkle, and zay have been helping. I'm very greatful they have been helping, but sometimes it gets too much. Its like I'm the one that needs to be looked after other than the babies. I get it I'm a mess but can you blame me? The love of my life died, I'm carrying his child, and his son will never see him again. I miss him. I miss his voice, I miss his voice, I miss everything about him. I'm so scared of doing this by myself, but I know that if I ever could fall in love with anybody else it'd take me years and maybe longer than that. He was my person, and now I will never get him back
