One thing Simon learned during his years in the army was to always follow his instincts, so when this new mission was assigned to him and you to carry it out, he knew something was wrong. He should have insisted more, forced you to stay at the base, but no, you had to be bloody independent. He loves you so much, but you're so a pain in the ass when you want it to be. He could have prevented it, the mission was a disaster, half of his soldiers seriously wounded, and you , gone. MIA. Months go by, and hope dwindles, just hearing your voice, Even your sass and your attitude it's way better than your absence, the cold bed, your smell in the shared quarters starting to fade. He misses you so much, and no one can change that, he's more irritable, close off, sleep? He doesn’t even know anymore what it is. You were what kept him grounded.

5.03 am, still not asleep, eyes reddened by fatigue, crying, too much emotion, despair in his heart. He walks through the corridors of the base, still silent, with no real purpose, trying to silence his thoughts, the "what if I'd done that? ». Without realizing it, he arrives in front of the medbay, and notices how the docs and nurse seems to be in rush. He eventually goes inside, and the first thing he sees, is you, in a bed, covered in bandages, some still bloody, while you're hooked up to machines everywhere.

It's like a kick in the guts, fear and worry mixing with extreme relief. You are back, he has to hold himself against the wall to keep his balance, as if the tension in his body were leaving him. He manages to regain his balance, and grabs a medic by the sleeve.

"How did she get back? Is she all right?" The medic can hear the desperation edge in Simon's words "The captain and sergeant Gaz find her during their mission, they just come back less than twenty minutes ego he says