Right up to our last mission, she’d had me. My every attention, my every nerve ending attune to hers, like magnets. I’m tough, use women and be on my way, kill with out flinching. I’ve never been afraid, I get the job done, fear never dominated me, emotion never ruled me. I’ve always been the well oiled machine. It why we worked well together, a partnership with out words, two halves of the same whole working to get the job done. But the fear… of losing her… it was always her and that night I was no longer tough.

I’ve never seen anything like it, deep in enemy territory. The universe above us, two setting moons, colors I’d never knew existed lie in that sky. Everything crisp and clear, with a hostility hidden behind it. And there she was, crisp and clear, vibrant underneath that sky, beautiful, with a deep hostility behind those ice blue eyes, but somehow… it fit. Naked, in my arms so warm, so… everything we were together. Rough, wild, hatred, sarcasm and bullets.

She looks up at me, “Leonard…” Rich, warm, commanding, strong, submitting, sensuous. My fingers grip her shoulder blades, her fingers draw blood down my sides, her gasp bring more pleasure to me than sound alone should. “Oh….”



“Alison” I don’t recognize the break in my voice. I don’t understand the pain. I can’t lose her, it doesn’t happen. She doesn’t die. I won’t let it happen, to save her, I would give anything, I would give my life. I see her breaking in front of me, she’s falling over. Reaching out she hisses in pain as I fold her into my arms, into what strength I can give her.

This isn’t how its supposed to be, in this army I’ve seen the effects a thousand times and I’ve killed even more. This isn’t right, why this reaction? Why this effect? Her eyes, now the color of her hair, which has turns a murky brown, look up into me, through me. She is so small…this woman who stood toe to toe with me for so long, she is just a shell now. How do I save this? I know very soon I will have to put her down and step away, force my body to leave hers. But I can’t imagine it, what will she be when I leave? Will she still be mine?

“Leonard… you…” She can’t even speak through the blood seeping out her mouth, the blood tears and the blood pouring from her ears… I’ve always saw flashes of vibrant red when I thought of her, but not like this, not all this gore.

“Alison… I” For I second I see the determination I love so much course through her behind those eyes. But as her fingers touch my lips, they are feather light. There is no strength behind them to sustain that force.

“Don’t you dare say it…” She chokes out… her voice hoarse and blood sprays from deep with in, “And no goodbyes…” coughing rakes her body, I fear she will break in two, yet I cling tighter, “I can’t… it’s….it’s not who we are Leonard.”

In the background I hear the fire continue yet again. Grenades exploding, grunts and screaming of warfare. That is my life behind me… it was our life before this moment and I was happy in it. Now? What about my life lying here, on me, cocooned in my embrace, holding on to everything we made.

Then she slips through my hands, like falling water, I’ll never know how she does these things. From the floor her hands come up pushing my chest, pushing me away from her. I noticed how small her hands are on me, has she always been that small? “Go.” The command moves me more than the push. I’m engrained to listen to that voice, I yearn to. I move to a crouch, unconsciously readying for the fight coming. My mind with her, but already my fingers move to my gun, fingers finding their holds easily.

“Not with out you Alison, not with out you!” I try to pick her up, but again she pushes.

“GO!” She spews more blood, the rage in her almost giving me hope. “Stop this, stop it Church!” I see the fire in her eyes, they alone willing me to my feet as I feel the vibrations of battle coming closer.

Protect her. Everything I’m made of needs to protect her and I can’t do that sobbing on the floor. I turn to the fight, I escape into it, for Alison.





She’s just a girl. Strength used up, she collapses back to the hard metal floor. Gasping wheezing around the blood making a mockery of her. “Stop this church, stop The Flood. Get home like we always talked about.” She laughs… even though we knew it was never us, she thinks, we were made for this life. We were never normal civilians. But the idea… its nice. “And…” She can’t bear to hold her head up anymore, and it takes a second for her to realize its not just blood escaping her eyes. She is scared, no matter how she hates to admit it. What will she be when she stops breathing? She can feel things inside her … things not… of her own. These symptoms have never occurred as far as she knew, what is this?

“And…” a sob escapes her control as more blood is coughed from her body, “Forget me. Forget me Leonard. You were meant for so much more.. You were meant… to save, to fight.” My burden will haunt him, her thoughts race as her heart slows. “It’s not to late Leonard… to let this go. Let me go.” And she cries…she lost her last battle.

He hurries back to her, the fight far from over, but he couldn’t stay gone long, only to protect would he leave. But he hurries only to find her gone. He see’s the blood, but she isn’t there. And he is lost… losing his hold on life… his sanity in a pool of her blood, but all he can see is her hair, the beauty in crimson and those blue, blue eyes.



*Please don't hate it was just a dream that i had to write down. I'm not the best writer but i had to get it out i hope someone finds it entertaining :D or even reads it lol.~

Aubrey