A/N: Here we are … Last chapter. Turned out to be longer than I expected, like A LOT longer. I wanted to add some things… you’ll see. Hope you’ll enjoy it.
And also thank you all for reading this, you make me very happy!
Warning this chapter is rated R (or Mature), reader discretion is advised – aka “Go away if you’re a prude!”.
PS: Oh, and this is where that video I made a while ago fits. I’ve included it where the scene is so you can watch it after you’ve read it. XD Love you! Bye!
Tagline: “One day I fell asleep, and I never woke up.”
Detective Martinez entered the Griffin mansion, gun in hand and eyes searching for Henry.
She slowly moved through the house, trying not to make any noise. The house had top floor but also a basement, so she decided to check the basement. There’s where she would hide a person. And she was right. The basement was a real research facility, beeping machines were covering the walls, and plastic drapes were splitting the room. She pushed one over only to see Henry lying unconscious on a hospital bed, strapped to an IV and several other machines.
“Henry …” she breathed cautiously approaching her partner’s motionless body. Her hand softly reached to touch his bare shoulder hoping for a reaction. None came and her eyes froze on the scar on his chest. ‘I was shot.’ he said before being interrupted by Lucas.
“Detective Martinez! Aren’t you a smart one.” the voice of Aubrey Griffin discontinued her memory.
“What have you done to him?” she gnarled, feeling rage bubbling inside her.
“Oh don’t worry, he’s just sleeping. Probably dreaming right now.” the man replied rolling his wheelchair closer. Her gun jumped into position silently warning him to stop.
“He doesn’t look like he’s sleeping.”
“Lower your gun, Detective. I can’t make him come back. He’s asleep, but he’ll never wake up.”
“What do you mean?” Jo’s heart went in her throat.
“The formula I developed is made to override his brain into an endless sleep. He’s alive, but unconscious.”
“Like a coma.” she added.
“A coma he’s never getting out of, and in which he has no contact with the outside world. He cannot see, hear or feel.”
“Why are you doing this?”
Griffin then knew the detective had no idea what her ME was, and he intended to keep it that way.
“He has something in his genes or maybe his blood. Something I want. I can’t tell you what it is because you’d never understand, but I can tell you it’s important. So important, it will change the world.”
“But this a human being. Not some sort of overgrown guinea pig.” she growled. “Let him go!”
“Didn’t you hear what I’ve just said? He’s not waking up. It’s either this or death, nothing in between.” the antiques expert looked really obsessed right now. It scared Jo, so much that she aimed her gun and squeezed the trigger.
Meanwhile, Henry was stuck in a limbo. Locked inside his own mind. Broken by nightmares that he couldn’t stop and bad memories he couldn’t fix. Was he dead? This is what hell looked like? He was doomed for eternity to look at the things he destroyed. Maybe he deserved it, Abigail was dead because of him, and Jo almost died too, not to mention that he shattered her heart with lies and betrayal. “Henry…” Jo’s voice echoed through the mist of his mind, so distant, yet beckoning him to wake from this nightmarish world. She always had that power, to drag him back from the dark. Even now, her voice only, managed to change the nightmares into more lighthearted memories of them together. For a moment he felt happy …
Jo’s gun was fired, thin white smoke slowly rising from the muzzle.
“What have you done?” Griffin grunted in a faint voice. Then everything happened in slow-motion. Blood was pouring and pooling on the floor, and warm droplets were splattered over the young detective’s face and hands. She dropped the gun, in shock, thinking ‘Oh God, no! … I was wrong.’ Suddenly she felt faint and all strength left her body, but she couldn’t look away from the view in front of her. Blood mixed with bits of brain and skull created a macabre halo around what remained of her partners head. And just when her heart began to ache a flash of light filled the room taking every trace of Henry Morgan with it.
Still in a state of shock, Jo turned towards the antiques expert, handcuffs in hand.
“Aubrey Griffin, you are under arrest for attempted murder.”
“Detective, you’re the only killer here. You just killed your evidence.”, he smirked.
“We traced the money you gave to the assassin that missed and shot me instead. They lead straight to you. I say that’s enough evidence.”
Back at the antique’s store, Abe was panicking.
“What do you mean, you don’t know what happened? I just fished you out of the East River again. You died!”
“I know I did, but believe me when I say I have no idea how or why. I was sedated, having all these awful dreams, then I suddenly awoke in the river. Maybe the sedative was too strong and my body couldn’t handle it, I don’t know.” Henry offered rubbing his temples and pacing around the shop.
“I’ve sent Jo to find you.” Abe stated guiltily.
“You did what?”
“I didn’t know what else to do. You were missing.”
“You should call her and tell her I’m …”
But his phrase was cut short, the front door flew open and Jo Martinez stormed inside. For a few moments her eyes locked with his, before she lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground with a thump.
A few hours later she woke to unfamiliar surroundings, hearing voices in the adjacent room.
“How do you feel?” she heard Abe ask.
“How do you think I feel? Totally out of control, confused … scared.”
“Do you think she knows?”
“I think she saw me die, Abe.” Henry spoke.
“It’s all my fault … I shouldn’t have called her. I’m sorry, pops.”
“No, no, no, Abe. If there’s anyone to blame, that’s me.”
“No it’s not.” Jo’s voice interrupted from the door frame, making both men rise from their seats. Henry ran to her.
“Why did you get up from bed?” he asked her while slowly pushing her back into the room. They sat on the bed’s edge, not tearing their eyes of each other.
“What happened? Are you alright?” he asked with obvious worry in his voice.
“I thought I lost you.” she whispered.
“I’m here, Jo.” he reassured her. “What you saw…”
“I thought I was wrong.” she cut him off. “For a second I thought I lost you too.”
“I thought I’ve killed you…” her voice faded and tears began to fall “…that I’ve killed you for good.”
He immediately pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping protectively around her sobbing frame.
“It was you…” the realization hit him like a hammer “Jo, my dearest Jo.” he tried to soothe her.
“I shot you. There was so much blood.” She said the sound of her voice muffled by his shirt.
“You saved me.” he countered, making her raise her head to look at him and he wiped the tears from her cheeks. “You should rest. I’ll give you something more comfortable to slip into, and you can spend the night here. It’s late and you’re in no condition to drive.”
She just nodded, trying to get a grip on herself.
An hour later Henry was returning to his quarters after a visit to the loo, two steps into the hallway he crashed into something, or better said: someone. Jo went back half a step from the collision and the water from the glass she just procured from the kitchen was now all on Henry’s t-shirt.
“Oups!” she exclaimed, stifling a laugh. Henry face was a hilarious mix of confusion and apology.
“Sorry, I wasn’t quite watching where I was going.” he offered as an excuse. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he could see her in all her splendor, wearing only one of his old shirts, her beautiful legs peeking from underneath it. He swallowed hard.
“It’s ok.” she replied before being overcome by a yawn.
“Go back to bed.” he urged her taking the glass from her hand “I’ll fill this back for you, then come back to get a change of clothes.”
Minutes later he was back with her glass, just as she was preparing to go back to bed. He turned and opened the closet grabbing a clean white t-shirt, discarding the wet one on a nearby chair. As he turned to put the clean one on, he met Jo’s gaze, standing one step away from him, her hand reaching to touch his scar.
“I can tell you everything.” he muttered, placing a hand on top of hers, atop his heart.
“Not now.” she answered, closing her eyes and taking a moment to feel his heartbeat underneath her palm. Henry’s other hand traveled to her face, brushing off a strand of hair behind her ear then letting it rest on her cheek.
“I’m here.” the immortal reassured her once more, before drawing her into a long overdue kiss. Her arms snaked around his back, pulling him closer, only to realize it wasn’t close enough. Their kiss was growing more passionate with each passing moment, as they explored each other, tasted each other, breathed each other. Henry’s hands found their way to her thighs slipping under the loose shirt, slowly tugging it upwards as they headed towards the bed. When they reached the edge of the bed, Henry removed the thin shirt from her partner’s body, one button at a time while gently lowering her body on the matters. The skin on skin contact sent shivers down the young woman’s spine making the burning sensation in her groin become more urgent.
Henry broke the kiss only to move his mouth on the nape of her neck, his lips nipping on that spot just above her collarbone, making a moan escape her lips. She then pushed him, rolling them over, taking control and removing his hands from her body and immobilizing them on the sides of his body with hers. Once she was certain he got the idea her mouth met his again only for a second before proceeding to kiss her way down his torso sending shivers down all his nerve endings.
“To many clothes.” she panted once she reached the waistband of his pants. She didn’t even have time to register when the pants disappeared and he was again on top of her, a wicked grin on his face.
“Aren’t we moving a bit too fast, detective?”
“Shut up.” she growled in response. He captured her lips with his once again eliciting another beautiful sound from deep within her throat, while his hands fiddled with the hem of her lingerie, pulling it down as slowly as he could. Jo’s hand tangled in her lover’s hair, deepening their kiss. When she felt him finally naked against her she pushed her hips upwards making their sensitive skin touch and Henry release a guttural moan. He decided to tease a bit more before he entered her, testing her entrance and pushing against her lovebud. As soon as she became provoked enough, he buried himself into her, act which overrode all their senses making them stop and feel for a moment. As she adjusted to him he began to move inside her, touching every spot that needed to be touched and enjoying every small reaction he got from her.
She was in ecstasy, he knew exactly how to move and where to push further to send her over the edge. She moved her body with him, against him, increasing the intensity of the thrusts, feeling as he grew harder with each push. As they approached their release, they were both panting, bodies flush and slick with sweat, moving in a perfect rhythm. When it finally came, their pulsed together as the climax reached a peak they never knew was possible. Jo balled the sheet in her fists arching her back against a shivering Henry, his body tense with pure euphoria.
Next morning both Henry and Jo entered the morgue. On their way there, he managed to tell her the basics about him, and even some more lighthearted stories, to lighten up the mood. He even told her about Adam, for each he got an earful, he expected it, but did not want to lie to her anymore.
“So, whenever you die you end up naked in the East River.”
“Or any body of water that happens to be nearby if I’m not in New York.” he clarified.
“Hmm…” she hummed tilting her head slightly to the side.
“What is it?”
“Nothing…just that I think I preferred the version in which you were sleepwalking.”
“So, you prefer the thought of me sleeping naked, Detective?” he taunted. Henry realized he really enjoyed teasing her, the way her mouth remained slightly agape, then trying to mumble something, and ultimately clamping it shut, as if afraid not to say something wrong.
“Now is really not the time Henry.” she chastised and he grinned. “You know, I was thinking…” but her phrase was cut short by an overenthusiastic Lucas.
“Henry! Jo! So glad to see you both here…together!” the young man greeted with a slight innuendo in his voice.
“Hello, Lucas.” Henry replied.
“Look at you two, back together. I thought I’d never live to see the day.”
Henry and Jo looked at each other and smiled.
“You were about to tell me something.” the immortal man reminded Jo.
“I can’t tell you now.” Jo said gesturing towards Lucas with her head.
The detective was taken aback, her mouth slightly agape, and Lucas suddenly stopped smiling, swallowing the knot in his throat. Henry smiled and tried to clarify:
“He saw me die.”
“In my defense, you were the one who asked me to drive him home.” Lucas defended himself.
“Oh … yeah.” she remembered. “I was thinking, if you and Adam have the same affliction, have you tried finding out what you two have in common? Like how you died, or…”
“Except for both being murdered, I don’t think we …” he stopped abruptly.
“What?” both Lucas and Jo asked.
“There might be something. You’re a genius, Jo!” he said turning to leave the morgue, giving Jo’s hand a gentle squeeze as he hurried out.
“Wait! Where are you going?” she asked but he was already too far to hear her. “God, I hate it when he does that.” she muttered defeated.
“Soooo…” the young ME started “You’re definitely a thing now.”
“Lucas…” she tried.
“Don’t worry, detective. I’ve been shipping you from day one.” the young man added nonchalantly as he returned to work. Jo just rolled her eyes. Today’s going to be a long day.
An hour and a half later, Henry was waiting on a bench on the East River’s bank, gazing at the city’s skyline.
“Hello Henry.” a cold voice greeted.
“Hello Adam.” Henry replied as the man sat down next to him, they didn’t look at each other, both staring in the distance.
“Why did you summon me here, Henry? Why the rush to get me out of the come you yourself induced?” the older immortal spat. Hate present in his voice.
“When we last met, before you killed me, you said we both tried to save someone when we first died.”
“Yes. Where are you headed with this?” Adam was skeptical but interested.
“Who did you save?” Henry asked turning his head to look at him.
“A negro slave? Grey eyed?”
“Yes. How … do you know that?”
“I didn’t.” Henry confessed. “But I think we saved the same person.”
“You might actually have something.” Adam admitted “I’ll look into it.”
“And so will I.” Henry Morgan smiled. For the first time in 200 years he had a real lead. Not a theory, but a real, tangible lead.
“We’ll see each other again, Henry Morgan. ” Adam said as he sat up. “Call me if you find anything.”
And they lived happily ever after. Adam and Henry never met again, but Henry began to age at the age of 242, even though he still ended up naked in the East River every time he died. He and Jo got married, and Abe became the proud older brother to a beautiful girl soon after that.
THE END END
A/N: So this is it, I hope you liked it. I’d really like to know what you thought of it. Did you love it? Did you hate it? Why? 😀 Thank you for reading. I love you all!