DG didn't get married six months ago because she wanted to. She got married because she had to. And then her husband left, and somehow he had managed to take her heart with him. He had been gone a week today and she still felt the worry that he wouldn't come back to her. She had always worried when Wyatt Cain had left, he was her best friend. But now that he had the possession over her heart and her ring on his finger, the worry was different. She now knew that if he didn't come back, her heart would be closed forever and she wouldn't open up to anyone else. Because she didn't want to. She wanted to be his for the rest of their lives. He was her shining knight who swooped in and kept her out of trouble. But soon DG was pulled out of her thoughts by a knock on her door. A voice came from the other side.

"Your highness? Your husband is returning." Her heart soared and she ran out of the room, practically knocking the messenger over. She ran all the way to the courtyard, making it just in time to see her husband's men filing out of the truck, and she didn't stop running. She got halfway to him before he saw her, and when he did, he dropped everything that he had been holding (including his trademark fedora). She took a flying leap and he caught her, and spun her around. It was the most cliché thing that had ever happened to her, and she loved every minute of it.

"I missed you." She whispered in his ear.

"I missed you too." He whispered back. She pulled her head away.

"I came to a realization while you were gone." She smiled as he put her down.

"So did I." He smirked.

"I love you." His smirk vanished and shock covered his face.

"You wouldn't have happened to reach this realization about five seconds after the gate to the courtyard closed, would you?"

"Try as soon as it closed." She was worried. "Why?"

"That was when I realized I love you too." He leaned down to kiss her and a shot rang out. DG felt him go stiff and his weight grow heavy in her arms. She looked towards the large gate and saw him, Zero, smiling as if he had accomplished some great feat. His pride was short lived when he realized that the entire troupe of special forces went charging towards him. She looked back down at Wyatt. The blood was pooling on the stoned of the courtyard. Tears started pooling.

"No. You aren't supposed to bleed." He laughed a little, but was quickly fading. She slid her hand around him and helped him sit up, putting pressure on the bullet hole. She suddenly had an idea. This has to work. She started calling on her magic, and the hole started to disappear from his back.

"It doesn't hurt that much. It doesn't even feel like he hit me." She gasped in pain a little. Wyatt finally started to realize what she was doing. He started to push her away in protest. "DG, what are you doing?" She winced and slowly collapsed in his arms. She hadn't realized that by taking his pain away, she had to accept it as her own, but she didn't care. Cain wrapped an arm around her and gently laid her down on her back, one hand on the bullet hole she had absorbed from him, and one under her head with his head stroking behind her ear. She heard him whispering that she was going to be okay, that she would be fine. She wished she could believe that.
The last thing she heard before her eyes closed was Wyatt, telling her he loved her, and her barely whispering that she loved him right back.