Title: Collective Exhaustive

Rating: PG

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Summary: Gapfiller for 1x10 "Numbers Crunch." They were always aware of the fact that they were not indestructible.


Collective Exhaustive

They were always aware of the fact that they were not indestructible but Reese was very good - for the lack of a better word - at evading whatever resistance that they encountered along the way. But still, the fact remained that the day when fate / reality / the "living world" caught up to them, one or both of them would be caught in the crossfires.

Today of all days when the Machine spit out multiple numbers was undeniably truth that Reese was human after all. What was once a crisp white shirt was now stained with a vivid crimson.

Finch was no physician; he had never experienced a trauma caused by a weapon. His limited exposure to guns was due to necessity from his experience with Reese. But it was evident from the laboured breathing, profuse sweating and every agonizing grunt that the ex-soldier was in dire need of medical attention.

Though Finch was prepared for certain contingencies, he had hoped that he would be in time to warn Reese and to avoid all of this. As such this particular scenario that the bespectacled man had not clearly worked out and a plan had not materialized in the time in which he floored the accelerator and arriving at the parking garage. It seemed that he too was not infallible.

Harold ... it's not looking good.

Just get to the ground floor, John. I'm close.

Somehow in this last exchange, they had evolved to John and Harold.

They had started this job contract as a means to prevent crimes and all they had in the beginning was a social security number. But in the end, their lives were unequivocally linked in unexplainable ways. As such, as Finch spared another glance at the backseat, he knew what his next move should be. There was another reason why the Machine chose her number all those weeks ago – Zoe Morgan. She could fix this.


AN: thoughts?