A/N - Sorry, nothing new. I've decided to split these thirty drabbles into three parts of ten. Because why not? Well, actually there's a Pinsty version on the way, and I'm writing that one in three parts. I don't suppose this one has to be split up into parts either, but I'm weird like that. I like consistency. Anyway, enjoy. - Laura

Rest

There was no rest for Elliot, even following his redemption. But Joey could rest quite easily in her bed now, knowing she had helped him to stop Hell itself in its tracks.

Bond

The night of Hell had long since passed, and so had Elliot's sacrifice. But Joey could feel him each night for the bond they'd forged together that eventful night had never been severed.

Regret

Joey regretted a lot of things in her short but eventful life. But nothing quite like the regret she felt over losing Elliot Spencer to his darker self, and she would have given anything to spend more time in this extraordinary man's company.

Trust

Always ensure your source is trustworthy; that was one important rule in TV reporting. Though to trust a ghost telling you a creature adorned in pins was coming to Earth was another thing - but looking into Elliot's soft blue eyes, Joey couldn't help but want to trust him.

Mask

Pinhead's inhuman face was Elliot's, yet wasn't; it was like a mask of smirking, twisted sadism, the perversion of Elliot's gentle and kindly features.

Tears

Joey watched as Elliot's form merged with Pinhead's, swallowed whole by the creature, not being able to stop the tears of sadness that silently slid down her cheeks for the fallen Captain.

Shine

When Elliot smiled, his baby blue eyes would shine like beautifully polished marble, or the finest sapphire jewel.

Key

The window to her New York apartment had once been the key to Elliot Spencer's realm; now a month on following Pinhead's defeat she still stared intently toward it, completely seeing beyond the glorious city and wondering if her other-worldly saviour in the Army Uniform was still watching over her.

Imagination

Was it her imagination, or did Joey see a flicker of love within Elliot's frantic blue gaze as she was strung up like a piece of meat and bound in bondage by Pinhead?

Kiss

Joey felt so silly for wishing Elliot would lean over and kiss her lips following the reassuring gentle stroke of the cheek.