Spoilers for episode 1x20. Set sometime before the last episode.
Disclaimer: I do not own the show or any of its characters. I just wanted to write about them. Just like I don't own cookies, but I eat them anyway.
Please bear in mind that this is my first ever story so please be nice - however, constructive criticism is very welcome. So... happy reading! :)
He didn't like to admit it, but there was most definitely something about Detective Jo Martinez. For starters, she seemed to be the only one capable of putting up with his rambling. And also basically the only woman he had met who hadn't commented on either his accent or his dress sense... much. Almost every day she strolled into his morgue with that heart-stopping smile on her face, and almost every day he started babbling like an idiot at the mere sight of her. Henry Morgan really needed to pull himself together.
When she had arrived on his doorstep a few weeks ago, suitcase in hand, declaring that she didn't want to go to Paris with Isaac, he had thought that maybe, just maybe, they had a chance. But then he was trying to solve Abigail's case, and well... he realised he had never really got over her death.
He sighed sadly and picked up his photograph of Abigail. She was so beautiful.
Abe was stood in the doorway watching his Father. He wondered what was swimming around in his immortal head. "Hey, Pops?"
Henry jumped, startled. "Abraham! I didn't see you there! What is it?"
"Whatever it is that you're thinking about doing, she'd be okay with it, y'know that, right?"
"Yes, but would she really?"
"Well you do sound serious. What's up?"
"Nothing is up, Abraham, more down." He looked down at his golden-brown reflection in his brandy.
"Is it about Jo?"
"Why is it that you think everything is about Detective Matinez?"
"Well... Is it?"
Henry blushed. "Okay, yes it is, but still."
"You can talk to me about it, Henry."
"The problem is, Abe, that there isn't anything to say really. I just have no idea where we are. We had the whole 'what am I to you?' talk, but it still feels like there's something... something unsaid. And, to be perfectly honest, I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"Of...of the way I think I'm starting to feel. It's when I look at her, Abraham, there's something... different."
"And so what?"
"And so I said that Abigail was the ove of my life. It wouldn't be fair on her. No woman could deal with the implications."
"And who says that that has to matter? Nobody says you're in love with her and nobody says you have to be. If you think it's what you want, go for it. And if it doesn't work out, then at least you'll know. Wondering never does anyone any good." Abe gave Henry a small smile and disappeared from the room, leaving his father alone with his thoughts.
Sorry this chapter was so short, but I wanted a cute little chapter for Henry and Abe
