Zed Martin blinked back tears in her eyes. This was it. The end.
John Constantine was furiously searching through all the books, scrolls, and enchanted objects the lair had to offer while curse words rolled off his tongue at an incredible speed.
The world outside was crumbling. The darkness that had been foretold had finally risen and everyone and everything in this world was on the very brink of annihilation.
Constantine searched for a solution that he and Zed both knew would not be found in these mere scribbles and trinkets.
Chas was missing and Manny was dead, as far as they knew. They were alone in this final fight and Zed knew they had no chance to win.
"Constantine," she said trying to get his attention. He paid her no mind and continued his vulgar mutterings as he threw object after object to the floor, after assessing its usefulness and discarding it as having none.
"Constantine!" she barked at him, with more ferocity that she had intended behind it.
He continued his path of destruction and his avoidance to answer her only caused what small sliver of hope she clung to that he would miraculously find something helpful, to wither away.
This was it.
She ran to him and grabbed his arm with such force, both physically and psychically, that they both gasped as an electrical charged surged between them.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" he snapped at her, shaking her small hand away from him and staring down at her with cold, hard eyes.
She felt sick. That look in his eyes. It was utter despair.
"No matter what happens John, I just wanted to say thank you," she said quietly. She felt a tear slip down her cheek but she continued regardless. "Thank you for helping me find out who and what I am. I never could have done that without you. Thank you for being there for me when I needed someone the most. Thank you for showing me your world and letting me fight beside you. Thank you for—"
He cut her off, with a murderous scowl, one she had seen two dozen times before.
"What the hell are you saying this for? I'm not finished…We're not finished. Not while there's still breath in me, not while I can still fight." He turned, assumedly heading back to his futile search.
She grabbed him again, this time her grip was an iron clasp on his arm and she pulled close to him. Her shiny eyes stared up at him, a silent plea for him to say goodbye with her, to tell her they had done their best and could take comfort in that.
His hard face stared down at her and the stoic mask dropped, for only a moment. She could see how unnerved and broken he was, mirroring her own face, she was sure.
"Please," he practically whispered, his eyes searching hers. "I –I can't do this if you look at me like that. I can't bloody well keep fighting when you, of all people, are telling me we're done. We aren't done, we are never done."
"I just wanted to make sure we said our goodbyes," she said, trying to be strong while her voice trembled uncontrollably.
He looked at her for a long moment, with something in his eyes she had not seen before. "I will never say goodbye to you."
The ground shook as an earthquake ripped through the earth beneath them and her grip on him was lost. By the time she steadied herself against a nearby chair, his back was to her and he was chanting some incantation or another, holding the bones of someone or another.
Zed smiled, forlornly, and picked up a nearby book to start searching for a miracle.
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