Whatever she and John were, whatever there kind was, they were built in two's. Man and wife, one and two, positive and negative. They are drawn to each other like two atoms. They have been for over a thousand years, since the moment they laid eyes on each other.

Mary remembers that moment well. She was in what is now modern day Africa, she was a healer of the village she was staying in for the moment. She was out picking herbs in the jungle when she heard a roar and the terrified scream. As it was in her nature to protect people, Mary took off in the direction of the scream, leaving a small crater where her feet were. It took less than a moment too get there but she was already too late. He had beaten her there. Dressed in a buffalo loincloth and a lion tooth necklace, he was protecting a little girl from lions. He was beating them easily. A punch or a kick was all it took to kill them. It was over in less than ten seconds.

Skip ahead two months and he says "I love you" for the first time.

Another 2 months and they're married.

In her very long life Mary can barely think of two moments in her life where she was just as happy. Most never even came close.

And then they came, wielding wooden spears and torches, they came after her to get to him. He fought them off, taking a spear to the stomach that was aimed at her.

It was the first time she saw him bleed, but it wouldn't be the last.

She saw him bleed in Persia when he shielded her from the rain of arrows they fired upon them. In Greece, when he fought off soldiers in phalanxes. In Rome when he killed an entire battalion in her defense. In 1850 when they set fire to their home, burns covered his body, but he still carried her to safety.

It was the same formula over and over again. He would save people, they would love him for it and then hate him, until eventually they would use her, his only weakness to get to him.

So she ran. She ran as far and as fast she could. To protect him but he always found her, and she was always so happy when he did, because she thought that finally, finally this was the time that they could be happy together. Then they would come and he'd save her like he always did, but he'd end up broken and bloody by the end.

That was the tragic fate of her love with Jon.

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It was amnesia the doctors said.

"Do I know you?"

That single statement hurt more than anything Mary had ever felt. It was like a thousand blades had been shoved into her heart. Like someone was ripping it out of her chest. How do you respond to that? What do you say when the man you had been in love with for the past 3,000 years can't remember you?

She opened her mouth to tell him who she was. Who they were to each other, and their history together, but she stopped herself. This was her chance to finally keep him safe, and for her to finally live a normal life.

He wouldn't miss what he couldn't remember.

So she left.

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Decades flew by and she never heard from him. He hadn't come looking for her.. Other than that he moved from Miami, and had fought in WWII she heard nothing of the man she once loved.

Mary didn't know how to feel about that. On one hand she was relieved, but on the other she was sad. Relieved because he wasn't being hurt because of her, but sad because he wasn't looking for her. Even when they were a part and seeing other people, he always looked for her.

To know that he wasn't was...difficult.

But she could work through that, after all if normal people break up all the time and get over it so could she.

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She had been in the kitchen making pancakes and eggs for her new family when she saw it. The news was on and a it had a breaking news.

Drunk Superhero Saves School bus Full of Kids.

Glass in her hand shattered.

Without even looking at the picture she knew who they were talking about.

He finally found her.