Ok, so having tried a multi chapter fic, I have decided that I don't like doing them, but we occasionally have to do things that we don't like, don't we?! So, Verity is back where she belongs, in her comfort zone and doing one shot series! I may do another attempt soon, but who knows!

It had only taken 10 seconds for his world to collapse, 10 small seconds which had dragged like minutes, 2 for his mind to register that the man standing at the tree line wasn't meant to be there, 2 to grab her hand and pull her behind him, 5 to wrestle with her independence and enlighten her to the gunman. The last 1 had been the worst; he threw himself on top of her, their breath escaping as they landed heavily on the ground, the last remnants of the loud crack echoing across the park.

Her hands had come up to caress his face, smiling gently at him.

"Thank you." She whispered, as if he had a choice whether he would save her life or not. The choice had been taken from him the same time that she had taken his heart.

"You're welcome." He said, frowning slightly at a pain in his stomach. He tried to roll off her, conscious of the fact that his entire body weight was pressing down on her but he can't move. His eyes find hers and he wass scared to see the fear in them, her big green eyes were wide and she was looking at her hands.

That was when his world collapsed and everything he knew came down in a rush.

His mind went blank when he saw red. No, his mind screamed, he had gotten them down in time, there was no way, this wasn't going to happen, not again, he wasn't going to lose someone.

Close your eyes and count to three. Her voice resounded in his head as he took in the sight before him before closing his eyes, praying that when he opened them, they wouldn't be here, lying on the ground, it wouldn't be true.

His hands moved frantically over her, desperately seeking the wound that was spilling her blood all over the park. He looked down at her.

"Where are you hurt Jenny, tell me." He saw her mouth move, she was trying to speak but no words were coming out.

"Jenny, come on, tell me where you're hurt." His voice was getting more frantic, "you're not going to die on me ok?…Jenny." His vision blurred for a second and he swiped at the sweat that poured down his forehead. He still couldn't stop the bleeding.

She was moving now, trying to help him, but he still couldn't see where it was coming from. He had had a lot of blood on his hands, but Jenny's was the worst, he didn't think that he would ever be able to wash his hands enough.

Her hands framed his face, brushing a thumb over his lips as he continued talking to her, trying to find the source of blood.

"No, Jen, it's not meant to end like this."

She shakes her head at him, her large green eyes worried and she struggles against him again.

"You were wrong Jen…you said we were going to have a happy ending this time," he held his hands up, showing her the blood that stained them, noticing that they were shaking a little bit too much, "…this isn't happy Jenny." He shouted, his anger masking his fear. She grasped his hands in her, tears filling up her eyes, threatening to spill over. He leaned his head to her shoulder, exhausted from the search of blood, his body fell to the side and she moved, to his side, her hands now covering his stomach, her little hands pressing down and he wondered why she was up, that's when he heard her voice, that's when he found the bleeding.

"Jethro," She whispered, "It's not my blood."

Ok, so the next chapter, Minutes, will be up soon, please don't hate me.

V!

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