I've never written for Wire in the Blood before so I'm a little bit nervous. I've altered the scene in s3e04 when he asks her about Paris.

At first, she can only feel a sense of crippling shock. She barely knows what to say.

"Do you ever wish we were still lovers?"

There are so many times it could have happened, she thinks. Were there? Had there been? If that were true, how hadn't it ever happened?

A weekend in Paris. Oysters from room service. Oh God-…. She sat down and spoke before she could let herself question whether the boundary between reality and her imaginings had ever been crossed- of course it hadn't, that was absurd.

"Tony, we were never lovers."

His face hardly altered.

We should do it again. If he really was going to die, she thought, and he wanted her to, she would be powerless to resist him. It would be almost wrong of her to, especially as she had spent so many years wanting-…

"Tony-…"

He looked at her properly for the first time.

"We were never lovers?" he repeated, his eyebrows lifting a little.

She shook her head in reply.

"No," she answered.

"Why not?" he asked her.

She paused for a second.

"I don't know," she replied softly, "There was never the right time."

He hummed quietly in agreement.

"Yes," he replied, still leaning back in his chair, "Funny that."

Her hands were shaking.

"Tony," she murmured, "Please don't."

"Please don't what, Carol?" he asked her, "If I'm dying don't I get to say what I think about it? When I can think at all, that is."

"Tony, you're not dying," she murmured softly, wanting so much to make herself believe it too, "You are not going to die."

"We're all going to die," he reminded her flatly, "In the end."

"Not until you're a doddery old man," she replied, "And don't tell me you already feel like one. You have years. We have years."

He did not say anything for a few moments. He sat there in silence, looking calmly back at her.

"Don't get me wrong," he told her at last, "I want to believe you. But I'm not sure that I can last years like this."

She let out a low sigh.

"It will be alright," she told him, "You won't have to, you will be alright. I promise."

"You don't know that," he told her in reply.

She let out a low sigh.

"Just tell me," she told him, "What I can say to you. What to do you want me to say to you?"

"Nothing," he replied.

She was quiet, as close as she could be to completely silent. She didn't know how tears were not welling in her eyes.

"Kiss me, Carol."

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