No Tomorrow – Chapter III | A Forever Fanfiction

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A/N:  Think I just got my mojo on. I’m writing the last chapter of Melody too.

Trying to bring this as close to what Matt said it’s supposed to happen in Season 2 as I can, although I will skip some things like: any type of flashback (so no other family w/ kids for Henry, sorry. I suck at flashbacks, and they usually bring in a terrifying writer’s block with them.) & another female immortal (why? well because I don’t wanna, there are enough immortals in this story, don’t want to turn it into “The founding fathers of Ilaria Corp.”), etc.

I’d really like to hear what you think about this story. And btw, sorry for my poor English, I still struggle with the grammar. Feel free to correct me if something is off.

Enjoy!


Chapter III

Tagline: “One day I fell asleep, and I never woke up.”

A week and two days later, Jo was back at the station, resuming her office work. She wasn’t yet fully recovered to get out on the field, but there was a mountain of files waiting for her on the desk.

She was almost half-way through them when the voice of Lt. Reece got her to finally raise her gaze from the papers.

“Detective Martinez.”, she saluted.

“Lieutenant.”

“It’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back.”, Jo smiled. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“No, I was just checking on you.”, Reece then stopped and thought, there was something she wanted to ask. “Actually, I was wondering if you know what’s wrong with Dr. Morgan.”

“Umm, no. I haven’t seen him since the accident.”, she lied.

Not long after the Lieutenant left, Jo found herself heading to the morgue. She hated to admit it, but she was worried for Henry, the last time she saw him, his appearance took her aback, and by the looks of it the situation did not improve. Abe said Henry blamed himself for her accident, so maybe it was the blame that which tormented him. So she had to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, that it was a risk she assumed when she chose this job … she couldn’t let him stay like this, though he deserved it, he really deserved it. But … even if she didn’t trust him, even if she could not forgive him, and despite her decision to break any kind of personal relationship with him, she still …cared for him.

When she pushed open the morgue’s door, she realized there was no one around, except for Henry which didn’t seem to notice her, then she realized he was on the phone. She almost went back when she caught a piece of the conversation that made her change her mind.

“How I fell? Tired and all I wish is to just fall asleep and never wake up.”, Henry uttered with a type of longing in his voice that sent shivers down her spine. “But I can’t even do that, can I?”

“You need sleep.” Abe admonished.

“What’s the point, Abe? What’s the point in falling asleep if I’m just going to wake up again tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that…” his words dropped to a whisper.

At the other end of the line Abe fell silent, and Jo’s heart constricted at the faint despair in his voice.

“I’ll talk to you later.”, and with that the conversation was over. Henry placed the receiver back on the phone, took a deep breath and turned around to get back to work only to meet detective Martinez two steps away from him.

“Detective …”, he greeted her a bit surprised. “How may I help you?”

But she remained silent, taking in the way he looked, trying to figure out what was happening behind those tired troubled eyes. He took a step back, and looked away.

“Why are you here, Jo?”

She took two steps forward. The wall prevented him to go backwards. There was no place to run, and he dreaded the outcome of this, he was almost certain Jo will try to get an explanation out of him, and he was in no state of mind to try and tell her the truth again, but telling her a lie would require the same effort from his tired mind.

Jo crossed the remaining step between them and took his hand, noticing just how bad he was shivering, he could barely keep himself upright. His head bolted up in surprise.

“How long since you last slept?”, she carefully asked, but when she received no answer she tried again “Answer me, Henry.” She would not accept another lie …

“I do doze off. But otherwise … since the accident.”, he finally gathered the words to reply.

“Henry, that was three weeks ago.”, worry was painted on her features and subconsciously she began caressing his hand with her thumb.

“Jo, don’t ever do that again.”, he said on an aggravated tone.

“It wasn’t your fault. It’s my job.”, Jo tried to convince him, but he only repeated what he said earlier.

“Don’t do it again, please. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you… especially because you wanted to save my life.”

“And you think I could live with myself if I would lose you too?”, she didn’t intend to say that, but it was too late, a glimmer of hope sparkled in Henry’s eyes just to be extinguished a moment later. He realized she still didn’t know his secret, and because of his recklessness she probably never will.

“I promise not to die, if you promise not to do it again.”

“How can you promise such a thing?”, her voice cracked. How could he even say that? And suddenly the anger and frustration came all back. How dare he, after everything, to persist in his lies? But she settled to close her eyes and shake her head. “Go home, Henry. Sleep.”, she advised and a step was taken back from him. “LUCAS!”, she called and the young ME suddenly appeared.

‘Damn. Too fast!’  Lucas cursed himself, he was listening in on the conversation, hoping to find out some spicy stuff. “Detective Martinez … what can I do for you?”

“Take Dr. Morgan home. Make sure he doesn’t return to work if he is not rested.”

“Oh … ok..?”, of course he could do the first part of the assignment, but how did she expect him to do the second? Did she even know Henry? But before he could say anything else, Jo stormed out of the morgue. “Well, you heard her. Let’s get you home.”

“You could at least try not to appear so enthusiastic.”, Henry admonished him.

“Yeah …ahem… sorry.”, Lucas excused himself, but he wasn’t really sorry about it. How many chances did he have to boss Henry around.

~*~

Almost an hour later a phone call disrupted the station’s work, Hanson shot up from his seat, and strode fast towards Lieutenant Reece’s office.

“What happened?”, Jo asked, as she saw him hurry past her desk.

“Jo … I. Someone called, an old lady, says she saw the Doc getting shot.”

Jo’s heart sunk, and felt a painful knot settling itself at the base of her throat.

“Are you sure?”, she muttered.

“I only know one ‘handsome British young man’ that lives at Abe’s Antiques. She also said that Abe and … the young man…?”

“Lucas, I asked him to take Henry home.”, she clarified but at the same time the hallow feeling in her chest increased.

“She said that they left shortly after that, so maybe they got him to a hospital.”, Hanson tried to calm her down. “Where are you going?”

“To find them.”, she said while grabbing her coat and hurrying to the elevator. She dialed Lucas’ number but the young man didn’t answer. “Come on, Lucas, answer that damn phone!” she cussed as the elevator doors closed behind her.


A/N: Cliffhanger! Thank you for reading. Now off I go to write the next chapter where I will reveal who is trying to kill Henry. Pam pam!

Timeline is all done for this story, so fret not, it will have an ending … and a few surprises, I hope. 🙂

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Comments(2)

  • Ken_the_Trog (aka Ken_H)
    October 14, 2015, 8:30 pm  Reply

    I really do like how you manage to keep the essence of the characters while creating your own story line.
    If I understood Matt Miller and your note(s) correctly, I think I can more or less guess where your Ch. 3 cliffhanger is going,
    but I won’t speculate just yet (other than to say his secret is being forced into the semi-open by someone).
    I empathize with Henry, feel a kind of kinship with him, as he and I each have a closely guarded secret –
    and that may be a more far common trait than I realize or care to admit.

  • Ken_H
    October 14, 2015, 8:48 pm  Reply

    Minor correction to previous comment- ( thought I had it proofed, was wrong). Last line should be –
    and that may be a far more common trait than I realize or care to admit.

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