To Begin To Breathe Again

Forget Directions or Bad Intentions

Sometimes Pidge wonders what her life would be like without Hunk. Then she remembers that she wouldn't have a life because she's technically meant to be dead.

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Sometimes Pidge wonders what her life would be like without Hunk. Then she remembers that she wouldn't have a life because she's technically meant to be dead.

Does that deserve an explanation? Probably.

Hunk, her wonderful boyfriend, could bring people back from the dead. Scientifically, that makes no sense. But... don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Hunk is normal. He's a pie-maker who has a major in civil engineering. He's steady. Dependable. He saved her life.

Pidge was normal too. She has a degree in computer sciences. She was murdered. She was brought back to life.

She had known him, when she was younger. She had lived across the road from him. She remembers his mother had been sick, he had hardly left her side. One evening her father had suddenly dropped dead then, the next morning, she found out that Hunk's mother died too.

The next day, Hunk had moved. She remembered crying. Her father was dead and her best friend was leaving to go live with an aunt or something of the kind.

And that was that.

She had grown up, gone off to college and hadn't talked to Hunk since that day.

And then she was dead.

She doesn't remember being dead.

She remembers the pain and then... she remembers opening her eyes. Hunk was standing above her, worry in his face. He looked the same. It was his eyes, she remembers thinking. They were filled with the same compassion as when they were kids. Hunk had sat her up and sat on a chair beside her bed. She remembers hearing footsteps and turning her head to see a woman. She had silvery blonde hair and a soft smile on her face. She held herself well - like a princess, unlike Pidge's own slouch which causes her to look shorter than she already is. The woman, she soon learnt, was detective Altea. She wanted to know anything Pidge could remember about who had killed her. After she had said that, Pidge had searched her face for any signs of amusement. When she found nothing, she had desperately turned to Hunk - knowing he couldn't lie to save his life. He looked... ashamed. Her stomach dropped and she had to fight the urge to scream or throw up - she didn't know which at the time. The detective had given her a few seconds to process it and calm down as best as she could before asking again. She had dug up everything she could remember and the detective had eventually left, face expressionless. Pidge had turned to Hunk and smiled, tears in her eyes. She had leant over to hug him as tight as she could, only to have Hunk jump up and almost trip over his chair to get away from her. Hunk had stared at her for a second before his eyes darted away. He bit his lip and looked around furtively. He had gestured for her to lay down. When she did he had leaned over her and whispered softly,