Darkness pressed in all around her, like being so far under water she didn't know where the top was. And she was rising through it, desperately reaching for something-she didn't know what. Sounds started to make their way through to her… Words, but what they were saying she couldn't tell.

All was not dark now-a dim red glow had started to form, like light shining through her eyelids. Which it was.

"Please…" She opened her eyes, and was in a strange room. "Please… Wake up." She blinked, then looked down.

"Peter?" The mop of hair froze, then looked up at her.

"MJ?" He looked shocked, but then a smile spread across his face. "MJ!"

It was dark again, but this time it was because Peter was upon her, gathering her into his arms and holding her as though afraid to let go. The Peter-smell washed over her, and she smiled. Behind her came a strange crinkling sound, but she didn't have to look to know what it was.

"Peter, I… I can't breathe," she said, at last, and he sat back, still smiling at her. "What happened? I thought you were…"

"You were attacked. They hit you on the head, and when I… I mean…" he slowed, trying to explain without betraying himself.

"It's alright, I know." She said, and they looked at each other in silence. His hair was tousled, and stubble lined his face. It seemed he hadn't moved from the spot in a long time. Above all, he simply looked tired.

"They said you wouldn't wake up. I talked to you the whole time but… Well, who knows if any of it got through." She smiled up at him, and touched his cheek gently with her palm.

"It got through, Peter. It got through."

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A/N: Finally, I can say: THE END.