Alternate middle-bit
This is the alternate to Johnny waking up the morning after.....
When St John woke up the next morning, he turned to look at his Fiancee, blinking a few times when he caught sight of her. He frowned, getting up on his knees and moving over to her.
"P....PIOTR!" Within seconds the Russian was at his door. "Wh.... Whats wrong with Lore Mate?"
Piotr frowned.
"I'm afraid I do not know." John frowned.
"This don't 'appen t' all women when ya ask 'em ta marry ya does it?" Piotr shook his head.
"No it does not."
"Oh." John frowned. "So ya cant see through em all then?"
"No, I'm afraid not."
"So theres somethin' wrong...."
"Yes."
"Whats wrong with Lore?"
"I'm afraid I do not know."
"This doesn't...."
"St John....." The young Australian looked up at him, managing to break his gaze away from Lauren. "You have asked me that before."
"Course I 'ave Mate. Course I 'ave."
He looked at Lauren again, reaching out to take her hand, concern etching itself on his face.
"Can barely feel 'er Mate."
"Do you remember what happened St John?"
"Sure do.... Asked 'er ta marry me.."
"Not that.... Last night."
"She.... Lore.... I mean Rogue.... Mate...." Piotr nodded. "She died, din't she?"
"I'm afraid she did."
"So why's she fadin'? Aint it only fairies that fade away? When people don' believe?"
"It seems not."
Climbing off the bed, John walked around to her side of the bed and opened the doors to the balcony. Walking back in, he picked her up gently and walked outside. Piotr, knowing better, went downstairs to make the coffee both he and his friend would need.
"Crickey ya light luv...." He whispered as he stepped outside, setting her down with her head on his knees, much like in the forest.
"I.... if ya don't get back in ya body luv, I.... I wont marry y'." He threatened softly. "If ya don't.... I.... Lore, please luv.... don't do this ta me.... I need ya.... c'mon, please? Whatever ya want, I'll get y.... just don't leave m...." He stopped as he noticed he could clearly see through her now, her outline fading fast.
"I love ya.... Don't go." He whispered as even her outline faded, leaving him there holding nothing.
"Oh, Jezus Christ...." He swore softly, as Piotr entered silently, helping him up. "Shes gone Mate...." Piotr nodded, letting a moment of silence pass, before giving him the message.
"Remy has called. Marie wishes to speak with you." St John nodded, leaving the balcony, and, after a moment hesitation, left it open, looking at the space where she had been for a few moment, before following Piotr out to the car, even letting him drive.