A/N; Thank you to AnGeL BaBii, Jeff'sNo1girlAAF and REM4488 for reviewing. It means a lot. Sorry this chapter is so short.

"What happened?" John asked a few minutes later as she attempted to strap his hand up in the kitchen.

"What?"

He couldn't help it, he had to say something to her. John couldn't let this go. "When he stabbed you."

Emma froze for a second and carried on. "What do you know?"

"Only that he did."

She gave a nod. "I'd rather not talk about it." Emma said loudly.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to remember it or relive it in anyway way, shape or form."

John decided not to push her, it was never a good idea to push her. The mere thought of talking about what happened that day seemed to have gotten Emma all worked up. She was working on his hand quickly, but her hands where shaking making it impossible. She grabbed the micro tape she was holding and hurled it across the room with an angry cry before storming over the kitchen and running a cloth under the water. John heard water running and a short while later something heavy and wet hit the wall. When he looked up Emma was leaning over the sink with her head down. The cloth had left a watery trail

"Are you alright?" John asked.

"No I'm not alright!" she barked. "Would you be alright?"

"Hey, calm down." He said standing next to her and putting his hand over hers. "It's over now. "

"It's not over! It's never going to be over between me and him. Never!"

"It will be if you want it to."

"There's too much alright. He's everywhere."

"That's why you're coming to stay with me. "

Emma turned around and eyed him suspiciously, like he was up to something.

"Why do you help me, even when I put you through so much?" she asked.

John didn't give her his real reason, he didn't tell her it was because he loved her, even though part of him suspected she knew.

"Because....I'm a nice guy."

"No man is just a nice guy, they're always after something."

"What could I be after?"

She looked down at his hand. "Something big."

John lay awake once again that night, not because the floor was too hard, he had his bed back now that Emma was all set up in the spare room. There had been an awkward moment when Emma had been heading to his room and had to correct herself. John was beginning to think her being there wasn't such a good idea. It was like they never broke up, he couldn't move on and it would lead toâ€.messiness later. But she needed him. There was no one else. He had a sudden scary thought, what if she didn't need him, what if he needed her? He chased that away. How could she cope with Shawn all by herself?

Emma was thinking the same thing. Saying she'd done it before was a lie, because ending up in hospital having to be stitched back up wasn't coping with him. It was so wrong for her to be with John. They would never work on any level. There had been a point when she had tried to kid herself, she'd shut her eyes and for a second she could see them together forever. Then reality would flood back with a huge slap in the face. Emma could never be with anyone, it wasn't fair. She had to leave, not just John but Massachusetts. Where was a mystery, all she knew was that she had to go. Soon. For him.