Inspired by homeric's stories "Fix" and "Fixed"

Zoe Morgan is a fixer. She's not extremely found of the term – she doesn't like the short quick word to describe her dangerous line of work. But as much as she hates to admit it, she is in fact simply a fixer; She fixes other people's problems. Good people, bad people, it didn't really matter to her. And she knew the risks of her choice of profession. She had suspected that she would make plenty of enemies and perhaps a few allies, but she never considered the possibility of two men saving her and changing her life forever.

It has been a few months since John Reese and his imaginary friend stepped into her life. Truth to be told, she was glad that they did.

John Reese. One of the men two men who saved her life. Strong, tall, extremely gorgeous and handsome John Reese. In the beginning, she had toyed with the idea of trying to seduce him but it was clear that he was in love with another woman. It wasn't an issue for Zoe – she enjoyed watching the romantic tension between John Reese and Joss Carter play out. Besides, she loved someone else; the other man who had saved her life.

Harold Finch. The boss of John Reese and the genius behind their operations. Not drop-dead gorgeous like his partner, but subtly handsome in his own way. His bright blue eyes and short, dark, spiky hair always seem to make Zoe smile. In the short time Zoe has known him, she finds herself liking the short man more and more.

They have an odd relationship to say the least. They almost never discussed their work while they were together; rather they just enjoyed each others company. It wasn't even until recently they felt like they could call what they had a "relationship".

Then Harold had been kidnapped by a madwoman. Zoe's choice of profession has a tendency to bring a lot of stress, but it was nothing compared to how she felt when she realized he was taken.

He was gone for only 48 hours. Two days. And yet, it was the worst 48 hours she had ever experienced. Not knowing if he was alive or dead –

But he was back; that was all that mattered. And they had both admitted that they loved the other. Everything should have gone back to their version of normal. But it didn't.

Zoe knew from the moment when she was reunited with Harold that something was eating away at his mind. He was more anxious, paranoid and scared than he normally was. Shell shocked to say the least. Zoe understood that his emotions were a response to the traumatic events, but she worried for him. She worried that he would lose himself to his paranoia.

Even if he returned to his normal cautious self, where did that leave their relationship?


Zoe makes her way through the busy streets of Manhattan. Any other day she would have liked to be driven but today she feels like a walk. Besides, walking gives her time to think and it's a nice evening. As she walks, she contemplates how to help Harold. It's been four days since he has been rescued from Root and it's clear that the events of his kidnapping have left him shaken up. At first Zoe didn't push the man she loved to talk about what had happened, but it was obviously he needed some sort of help. As she reached the library, she looks around cautiously before entering. She makes her way through the library and comes to the place she knows he will be. Bear looks up at her as she enters the room and Zoe smiles at the dog. She walks over to where Harold is sitting at his computers and can't stop smiling as she approaches.

"Hello Harold." Harold in turn looks at her and returns the smile.

"Zoe," He replies, slowly and carefully standing up to greet her. He's smiling but his eyes betray him as she can see the pain in his back and leg taking a heavy effect on him. She wraps her arms around him and holds him close to her. "Are you alright?" She asks quietly.

"I'm alright now," Harold replies softly, stroking her hair softly with one hand and holding her close to him with the other. Zoe closes her eyes and after a moment they release each other from their embrace. It is then she notices the blood seeping through the bandages wrapped around Harold's injured hand.

"You're bleeding." Zoe says and she feels a small stab of sadness as Harold subconsciously hides his injured hand behind him slightly; a sign of distrust.

"It's fine." Harold replies, a bit gruffer than he has intended. Seconds tick by as they stand facing each other.

After a moment, Zoe gently takes Harold's good hand and leads him into the next room where some of the medical supplies are. He takes a seat in one of the chairs and Zoe grabs a first aid before she sits down across from him. Taking his injured hand, Zoe carefully takes off the old bandages. Zoe proceeds to clean the wound, making sure it will not become infected. She takes a moment to look at the wound. It extends all the way across his palm and will for sure create a scar when it heals. Another scar. As if he didn't have enough to begin with. She carefully wraps his hand up in gauze and they sit in silence.

"Thanks." Harold says after Zoe finishes. She nods in return and looks at Harold with a worried look. He looks mentally drained and tired, but slightly at ease. Zoe considers her options for getting Harold to feel more relaxed and decides that distraction is the best choice. For now at least.

"Where's John?" Zoe asks casually, "Is he out trying to save the world?"

"Not at the moment. He and Detective Carter are having dinner together." Harold replies.

"Perhaps we should join them," Zoe responds with a sly smile. But the idea of leaving the library makes Harold tense and Zoe sees the fear reflected in his bright blue eyes.

"It's alright Harold," Zoe says softly, moving to sit next to Harold. She takes his hand his hers and leans her head against his chest. She hasn't known Harold very long, but she knows him well enough to realize that right now he needs to know that someone is there with him. Someone to reassure him that he's not alone anymore. Someone he can trust. Harold puts his free arm around her and she responds by snuggling her head deeper into his chest.

"It's alright Harold," Zoe mumbles quietly again, squeezing Harold's hand in a reassuring manner. Is it? Harold thinks to himself.


A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed this story! I'm not sure where I'm going to go with this quite yet, and suggestions and criticism are always welcome. Please review!