Italics means thought or quotation from the episode – I couldn't watch it in English, so they may not be exact. I hope the message stays the same. This is my first ff for this series so whatever you have to say about it, I'll be thankful for it. Oh, and just to get this out, this episode broke. My. Heart.
Within a heartbeat, the decision was made. She saw it in his eyes, in the strong but not hard line of his jaw. She didn't need to search for his thoughts to know he would fight. Without his powers, but with every ounce of his being. Just as he always did.
„Get me out of here."
Cara frowned. That wasn't exactly the formulation she'd expected.
"Why?"
"Astrid is alone up there. Nobody should die like that."
There was no malice in his voice, no anger: he was simply stating a fact.
Nobody should die alone.
John would die, if they didn't find a way to stop the Founder. Which, as Cara allowed to admit to herself now, was not likely to happen – and it became less likely with every second she wasted here, looking at John.
No, he wasn't trying to hurt her, he wasn't thinking of her at all. His thoughts were filled up with the other woman.
She hadn't thought it would hurt so badly. Then of course, it was John who had picked up her heart from the icy floor in the first place. It had taken some time, but finally Cara had trusted him with it. And for longer than could be expected, given the circumstances, it had been good.
"Cara." His voice was soft, but insistent. Irresistible, and he knew it. "Get me out of here."
There was no malice in John Young, despite everything the world had done to him. His eyes were still innocent, and the passion in them broke Cara's heart. For a selfish moment she was thankful he could no longer read her thoughts, see the wreck she had become.
Cara, you're coming?
She straightened up. As much as she needed John out of her mind, she needed Stephen in. Right now he was the only one believing in her strength.
She wasn't done yet. The world wasn't done yet.
"I have a better idea." She swallowed and turned around. Give me a minute.
Hurry.
"Cara!"
She turned around, this time braced for the desperation in his face. "Do you trust me?"
He had asked her the same question three years ago, and by then had been the only person to whom her answer had been "yes."
John frowned, and Cara decided not to wait for an answer she didn't really want to know.
"I'll bring her here."
