"You're not serious," Shalimar murmured
"Deadly serious," Sheridan quipped with a smirk.
Electricity immediately crackled in Brennan's hand.
"No!" Jesse, who had been silently analyzing the situation throughout the whole ordeal, finally spoke up. "Don't hurt her!"
Brennan looked at him like he had grown another head. "Why?"
"If she was going to hurt us do you honestly think we would be alive right now?" Jesse snorted. "Plus, she was really running from the Dominion, right?"
All gazes fell back on Sheridan, who was doubled over in pain. Jesse rushed over to her side, "What's wrong?"
Sheridan looked straight at him, the panic evident in her eyes. "I can't breath." Her voice echoed in Jesse's head, clear as glass, without her so much as moving her lips.
"Okay, okay. Brennan, help me get her to the lab, quickly." Jesse and Brennan lifted Sheridan off the ground and into the lab.
Lexa typed rapidly on the computer, tapping her foot anxiously against the concrete floor. Sheridan wasn't doing well. Unfortunately, in his previous examination, Jesse had missed a collapsed lung. "One of the disadvantages of him not actually being a doctor," Lexa thought wryly. They were forced to risk taking her to a hospital. Shalimar and Brennan had tagged along in case Sheridan's pursuers, well, pursued. She took a shaky breath and glanced at the clock, realizing it was about the hundredth time she had done so in the past five minutes. She was concerned about her. Lexa sighed and shook her head. No, she was terrified. Even through all Sheridan's lies, or omissions would be a better way to put it, Lexa felt that they needed her, that she was the key, and that if she died they would be screwed, to put it lightly.
Lexa chuckled softly. Assuming the best in people, that was a new one. Jesse must be rubbing off on her. She really had found apart of herself that she didn't know existed and she had involuntarily given a part of herself while she denied left and right that she hadn't.
"Can't deny that to him much longer," Lexa admitted to herself.
"Deny what?"
Lexa turned pale. "Oh my god," her brain was screaming, "It's him."
"Nothing," Lexa turned around in her chair to peer innocently into Jesse's matching blue eyes, all the while reminding herself to breath. "How's Sheridan?"
"We'll talk about this later," Jesse warned with a slight smile.
"Yeah, okay," Lexa rolled her eyes, her heart rate nearly down to normal. "Well?"
"Do you want her to be dead?" Jesse asked curiously.
"So she's fine," Lexa turned back towards the computer to hide her relief.
"Ah ha!" Jesse grabbed her shoulders and spun her back around, bringing his face within inches of hers. "What do you know?"
Lexa sighed and shrugged. "Nothing specific. My gut tells me she's an asset."
"She's a Dominion assassin! She's heartless, as are all Dominion agents," Jesse teased.
"I assure you, I have a heart, and it's working just fine," Lexa retorted.
Jesse smirked and raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
Lexa stood and pulled him towards her with every intention of walking away; just to get him back. But as soon as she placed her hands on his chest, the blood roared in her ears and she was floating. The pounding of her heart marched his and she found herself pressing her lips roughly against his. She was drowning. She could feel all control slipping away from her. She couldn't, she couldn't let herself—"No!" She broke away abruptly, gasping for air. "I'm sorry Jess. I can't, I just. I'm sorry." She hurried away, her heart aching with desolation.
"Why is it always 'I'm sorry'?" Jesse wondered sadly.