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"Believe me when I tell you, that is your fiancé." comforted Adam, looking her directly in the eye, his hand cradling her head. "Your memory's just playing tricks on you, that's all. Okay?"
"Okay" she whispered, nodding her head
"She laughed." the figure on the screen said. "She called me Rys the Rant!" He sighed. "Then she kissed me, right there in the queue. And I thought then, Jack, I thought then, I am going to marry this bloody mad woman, even if it kills me…"
Gwen just sat there, lost in her own thought.
On the other end of the transmission, Jack switched off the camera. "I know you mean." Jack chuckled. "She is mad. But she is also has a fantastic heart." Rys looked up, slightly shocked. Seeing the look, Jack laughed "Nope, not that way. For what it's worth, I'm already spoken for." Grinning, Jack added, "And I'm very happy."
Rys nodded, and visibly relaxed. "Still, sometimes I wonder though. Sometimes it seems like there is no place she would rather be than at work." He sighed. "she was itching to go back today she was."
Jack nodded, stretching back on the couch. "With our job, it can get like that. We become so focused on what we do, it's easy to forget why we do it. We let it drift. Gwen is really the only one who still manages to uphold a life outside work." Jack smiled to himself. "She's the only one of us who has managed to successfully date someone outside the office!"
Rys frowned. "It ain't easy, that's for sure." He looked hard at Jack, arms crossed over his chest. "But what job is so important that you can have a life of your own?"
Jack looked serious again. "Ours. And that's all I can tell you. It sucks you in. It's so dangerous that's no one's ever been there long enough to retire. It's the one job you can never leave. But I am trying to change that. I promise you Rys, that I will do everything I can to fix this, and give the two of you every year I can together."
Rys nodded, shill shaken from having his fiancé point a gun at him.
"Thanks" he muttered, his voice barely that of a whisper.