It Takes a Lover – Part Two.

Part Two is here! This is a little short, but I hope you will still enjoy it.

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Mae took a sharp intake of breath as she reached down to feel where the bullet had entered her skin.

Her stomach. Great. She tried to sit up, but the pain was too much, she needed to get to a place when she could prop herself up, so she could examine her own wound. She knew if she didn't do it soon she would be dead, she'd have bled out before anyone knew where she was. Mae managed, only just, to get to her knees, crawling, slowly over to a wall, hoping it would keep her upright as she tried to calm herself down.

Leaning against the cool brick, she lifted her shirt and began to check for a bullet. She knew it hadn't gone straight through, she would have felt it, but it would have been a lot easier to deal with. All she could do now was apply pressure in a hope to stop the bleeding, she had no equipment with her, and she was slowly losing all her energy. Leaning her head back, she tried to remember her training, to slow her breathing and try to picture the man who shot her. The team would want to know. That was all she kept telling herself, the team would want to know every detail, she needed to keep seeing his face in her mind, she needed to keep remembering all that had happened.

Every few minutes thoughts of Ryan would flood her mind before she pushed them away. As much as she could use his comfort right now, it wouldn't help anyone in the long run. Or maybe it would? Maybe it would help her? If she was going to die she would rather be picturing Ryan and all of the times they spent together than the man who shot her. She'd been shot. It was now starting to sink in, she had actually been shot, and she was alone, she was going to die alone. Her worst fear was slowly coming try.

"Don't think like that, Mae." She whispered to herself, trying to keep herself calm as she kept her hand firmly on the bullet hole in her abdomen.

Screw the shooter.

She let images of her and Ryan hugging, kissing, making love flood her mind, bringing a smile to her face as she wondered where he was now. Probably arguing with his dad about a suspect, or challenging Matt in hand to hand combat. Mae would much rather he be here, with her, holding her, kissing her, telling her that it would all be okay. She wanted to hear him scream for medics as he tried desperately to help her, but in the end, for him to just hold her. Mae wasn't scared of dying, not after what she did for a living, being an M.E, travelling with the IRT, but she was scared of dying alone, dying without telling Clara she was the sister she never had, dying without saying thank you to Matt for being there for her, thank you to Jack for giving her so much needed advice and amazing opportunities, she didn't want to die without telling Ryan that he was the best thing to ever happen to her, without telling him that she loved him more than life itself.

God, she loved him.

Moments passed where Mae simply sat there, staring at the blank wall in front of her, her hands were growing tired from applying pressure to her wound, her eyes were having trouble focusing, she was losing blood. A lot of it.

She just wanted to go to sleep. As she took a breath, she closed her eyes, hoping that whatever happened next would be quick. A few more moments passed, and she swore she could hear her own name being called, but she couldn't be sure if she was just hearing things, or if someone had actually found her. Either way, she had no way of shouting back, her throat was dry, her voice was weak, her whole body was weak.

"Mae…" Clara? Could she hear Clara?

"Mae!" Ryan? Matt? Jack? Opening her eyes fully, Mae began to look around, tears forming in her eyes as she saw figures moving in the distance. From then on in it all happened just as fast as her getting shot. People were by her side, calling her name, telling her it would all be okay, she still couldn't tell if it was real, but she wanted to believe it was, she wanted to believe that they were there.

"Mae, it's going to be okay, you're going to be okay, we're here." Clara. She was sure it was Clara. Her vision was blurred, but she knew her face, Clara was with her.

"Cla…"

"I'm here, Mae, we're all here."

"Stevens, it was…" She heard Clara repeating Stevens name as she left her side.

"Mae." Again, her name was being said, but this time she knew the voice instantly.

Ryan. Ryan was with her, he was there.

"Help is coming, Mae." He told her, using his own hands to apply pressure to her wound.

"I love you…" It came out as a lifeless whisper, but Ryan still heard it.

"I love you too, Mae."


How was it? I hope this was okay and enjoyable. Reviews are loved and appreciated. Bethany.