Thank you to anyone who has read this / reviewed this. This is the last part and hopefully it is ok. I seriously debated how this one would end and I think I am happy with the way it has turned out - and although I did write the ending (literally the last paragraph or so) very early on; I wasn't actually sure this version would be used.

Mo felt the tension increase in her body, as her mind whirled. She should have been waiting for this, this was her time and her thing only it wasn't right. They shouldn't ask her to do it. She knew Jonny's wishes, just as he knew hers but that was all they were, the what if scenarios; they weren't supposed to come to pass.

"You'll have to get Stevenson in" she whispered, trying to fix her gaze firmly on Hanssen. She thought she trusted Stevenson to look after her friend, to do his best for him though he wouldn't have been able to give him the care that she would. She had done it for Tara, she had looked after Tara in those last moments. She had treated her tenderly, and with respect but she couldn't do it for Jonny. She wouldn't be able to hold her nerve and her calm; her emotions would blind her even more than they had with the young doctor – for this was her Jonny.

Against Mo, Jac stiffened. Her mind had cleared enough for her to understand the nature of Mo's comment. It meant that her beautiful Jonny would be lying on a cold operating table while a team of people worked around him to harvest his organs for those that needed them. That he would be saving lives though his own was lost. It meant that he was gone but not completely. It meant that parts of him would live on in somebody else's body. There was a finality in it; that his body no longer needed such vital parts.

Hanssen cleared his throat and stepped further in to the room. His mere presence seemed to suck all of the air from the room and somehow made the walls close in around the three of them. It was painful, seeing him here. The way he wasn't talking and how his expression was focused and unreadable. He was studying the two women, the two professionals he knew were not present in this room. These were people, humans not clinicians. Ms Effanga, he knew managed to juggle the two skilfully; to remain human when with patients. But the other, Ms Naylor, was skilled in a different way. She was able to push aside her human side from the moment she stepped within the confines of the hospital or within the presence of her colleagues. But now she was sitting here, in a relatives room and it had slipped free and he wasn't entirely sure how to talk to that. He had been prepared to speak to the strong and clinical Ms Naylor and the more emotive Ms Effanga. He was not, however, prepared to talk with Jac and Mo.

"As you both no doubt know, Nurse Maconie was seriously injured earlier today" He spoke clearly and with the focus that he had learned over the years. Perhaps he should have sent somebody else, somebody who would relate to them on an emotional level. But it had seemed like something he should do; his place. The two women nodded, not quite trusting themselves to be able to speak. In Mo's head she was seeing Stevenson; watching as he prepared as she would though he would do things differently. Not wrong, but different. "and as you know, while in the ED his condition deteriorated considerably"

"Please" it was a soft plea though he was not sure from which woman's mouth it came. It was a plea for him to simply say the words that they were expecting to hear; to put them out of the misery they were feeling. Though confirmation would bring only more grief. He wasn't sure how to rush the words, he had thought this through; the way he would tell them and deviation didn't sit well with him in these situations. He blinked before he continued.

"The team worked on Jonny to stabilise his condition – enough for us to get him up to the operating theatre where we worked on him for over an hour" He spoke carefully, his mind running over the theatre notes that he had read before coming down here. How he had pictured the procedure in his mind and analysed it trying to predict the way things could be differed and if things could have been altered. To Jac and Mo it seemed bizarre that they had been sat in this room for this long, waiting for news; for confirmation. But there was now the slight beading of hope, that they had fought for him, that they had operated. That perhaps, just perhaps, something good could have happened. But if it was good then why would it be Hanssen here.

"Just tell us" It was definitely Jac speaking this time and Hanssen turned his gaze specifically to her face. There was something so different about her, the woman sitting before him. He was studying her more closely, trying to work it out. He was sure he had seen this before; this change. He had known that there was something in the relationship between the consultant and the nurse but this was more than that. He had never expected to see her like this even when it was purported that she loved the nurse. He hadn't been so convinced; though supposedly it was common knowledge to all but the pair of them. He watched her carefully for a moment. She was pregnant. It was clear in his mind now. A tiny version of Jac Naylor was going to grace the world; a thought which was altogether quite frightening and yet a baby was still a blessing. He managed to smile a little.

"He is currently in ITU. He is ventilated and he is still in a very serious condition but" he paused, he did not want to give false hope but there was hope. He had seen that and in his opinion the nurse had something worth fighting for. He was certain that he shouldn't have been in the ITU, that the outcome should have been very different but now he saw it; what the nurse had been fighting for – the flame haired consultant and his child.

"He's not gone?" Mo whispered, her heart hammering in her chest though she could not yet allow herself to believe that he was not dead. That he was waiting for her, that she could see him again and squeeze his hand. That she could hear his accent again and laugh at the faces he pulled. She felt Jac shaking against her.

"He is still very much with us" Hanssen confirmed with a nod of his head. The consultant was sobbing, a strange sob that he could not quite work out. He thought that perhaps it was relief, that she had been so overwhelmed by it that the emotions had taken over. He watched as the registrar's arms came around her body, comforting her and trying to shield her, knowing that she wouldn't want to be seen by him in that way. He turned to look at Mo, she was trying to be strong. He could tell that. A role reversal. She was close to losing it herself and yet somehow she held strong, though tears slipped down her cheeks.

"Thank you" Mo managed to choke out the words though she was not sure if they were meant for Hanssen. She wasn't sure if her thanks were to him delivering the words or to some higher force for saving the life of her friend. For the fact he was waiting for her, for them.

"I presume you will be wanting to see him" it was the end of the conversation as far as he was concerned. He had done the deed and now they would go to be with the nurse and to sit in wait with him while he continued his fight. He bid them a soft farewell before he slipped away as quietly as he came.

"We should go up" Mo whispered, holding the consultant. She needed to see him, to know it was real and not some dream. A cruel trick of her mind. The consultant drew in a deep, shuddering breath as she slowly pulled her body away from her colleague, breaking free of her arms.

"I know" she answered, so quietly. She was scared. Scared that he would still leave her, that this was temporary. She would get time with him, moments of love for her and their child before he would be once again snatched away. It was after all what she deserved. But it was not what he deserved. He deserved his life but she could be the cause of its loss.

"He's going to need us" Mo told her, trying to gain control of herself. She didn't want him to see her in a mess even though she knew he was unlikely to remember this, that he would be sedated and out of it.

"What if I can't do it, if I'm not good enough" she had so much to prove to him, that her love was real and that she wanted him; that she needed him. She owed him and that scared her. Mo shook her head gently and took hold of Jac's hand in hers.

"One day at a time, Jac, one step – baby steps ok?" it was a command though she made it seem like a question, like that consultant had a choice. In reality she had anything but. She was stuck with them now. Stuck as part of the Jonny and Mo family. They were now a three – or a four – some depending on how you viewed it.

"baby steps" Jac repeated, a hint of a smile on her lips. Their baby was going to have a daddy. She wasn't going to be alone and unloved. She would have them both and they would grow together in their new roles, within a new relationship as they became a family. They stood together, and they moved almost in synched without words towards the intensive care unit – to the man they both loved. They made their way to his bedside, to sit with him over night as he lay sedated. They didn't want to leave his side, though Mo forced Jac more than once to leave in order to seek hydration and nutrition fearing that the consultant would end up on a hospital bed herself if she didn't. In some ways, Mo was wondering who would need more care – her friend who lay so still but alive or the consultant, also her friend she supposed, who seemed so incapable of recognising her own needs and responding to them. Though she also seemed blind to what others wanted and needed when it came to her; blinded by a past that Mo didn't understand though it saddened her regardless. But they waited together, waited for him to be woken from his artificial sleep. The sleep designed to aid his healing. The waited watching the monitor for signs of change. They waited, quiet. Lost in thought of what had almost been.

The Next Day

He was extubated. The breathing tube pulled free from his throat and he had coughed and breathed for himself and they had felt relieved. That he was able to do that for himself. He was breathing and alive. Jac had settled at his side, clutching his hand in hers while the other rested against her abdomen. In the quiet of this hospital room she thought that perhaps she had found it with him. The feeling of being home; of being with a family, of having an extended family in the registrar who had briefly left them in search of food and with strict instructions from Jac on what she had to return with; the baby desiring foods that she normally wouldn't have touched. She sat with him and watched as he turned his head towards her and looked at her through bleary eyes. She smiled a little.

"Hey you" she whispered, bringing her hand to his face and gently running a finger along his cheek careful to avoid the injuries that appeared so painful. He gave her a small smile and she felt tears filling her eyes. He was here, and he seemed ok. She had been so convinced of his death; that it felt unreal to be sitting here with him. A dream from which she never wanted to wake. She turned her head a little, not wanting him to see her tears. To know that she wasn't strong. She had cried so many tears on Mo that it seemed unreal that there were any left to be shed. It scared her that Mo had seen her in that way, but it had been a combined grief and fear and they had needed each other. She had needed someone and accepted the comfort and in return she hoped that maybe she had done some good. Hanssen seeing her was another story but she thought, with a small smile, that Mo had tried to shield her, to protect her from view.

"No need to hide" he rasped, his throat dry and cracked. She turned her face back to him. She knew he was right, she didn't need to hide the truth from him anymore but it was a hard habit to break; to let people see her. Even if it was him.

"I'm sorry" she said it so quietly, with a voice shaking and tears slipping down her cheeks. She was sure it was almost comical to see her like this; that she would have teased and belittled if she had seen someone acting this way. He was smiling properly now and it was a sight that made her heart race in her chest.

"I found it" he whispered, his eyes bleary and his voice low and hoarse but it was still the love voice she loved so much. She raised a quizzical eyebrow, wondering if perhaps this was nothing more than a drug induced haze for him.

"You found what?" she asked, curious by what he was going to say. Though she doubted it would be anything profound in his current state, still with the amount of drugs in his system, it could at the very least be amusing and she felt that perhaps she could do with a laugh after the events of the day before. That perhaps of all people he would be the one to bring laughter to her lips after being the one to bring forth her tears.

"I told you I would" he spoke so dreamily, his head rested back against his pillows and he wrapped his hand around hers. This was what he had wanted for so long, though he wished it hadn't come about in this manner. To hold her, and to know that she wouldn't be running. That this time they would last, because he couldn't bear the thought of losing her again. He knew he would have to fight against her mind; the demons that resided there, that he would have to be strong when she panicked and tried to push him away again. But he was determined. He wasn't going to let her go. They would be together, and they would have their baby and they would be a family. They would build their home and their lives together, knowing that whatever happened and wherever they ended up that they had each other. It was what he had wanted for so long and now he held it in his hand. He had it, and he wasn't going to let it slip away again.

"Sleep now" she told him, guessing that whatever he was thinking made sense only to him and that it probably wasn't meant to be heard by her, or anyone else. He opened his eyes and he looked at her, seeing her clearly.

"I found your heart" he spoke so softly and she felt the smile stretching across her face. He had told her he would find it. and now he had. He had found her. and she had allowed herself to be found.