John Constantine hated waiting. Especially in a room full of interesting objects he wasn't supposed to touch. So he sat. Hands folded in his lap. Thinking.

Eventually his thoughts turned away from pain and misery, the awkward relationship with Angela, towards Elizabeth. There was something there. He'd felt it, when her pain had awakened him. When he'd kicked in the bathroom door to help her. Hell, the first time he'd laid eyes on her alone had set this in motion.

He closed his eyes and cast out a psychic line. In a short amount of time he had learned her psychic signature, vibrations. There. He focused in on her.

Hey.

Hey yourself. Almost done. I've got to narrow it down then I'll be on my way. He knew she was still in the pawnshop, picking through rings. She'd be able to feel any flaws in a ring through her abilities so she wouldn't pick anything that was haunted or cursed. John focused a bit more, trying to see if he could see through her mind's eye. No peeking!

I'm the one who's got to wear it! He reminded her. His teasing was drowned out by a violent flash, startling him. He tried to clear his own inner eye but found himself watching something like a movie.

It was his bed, people in bed. He was seeing himself from behind. That was weird; out of body experiences were limited to traveling between the planes of reality and Hell reality for him. He tried to refocus but couldn't see anything but the images. He saw him self move back a bit and a hand slide up his bare shoulder. A hand wearing the gold band that was in his pocket. Then the image shifted and he was looking out his own eyes again, but still in the vision. He smiled then, basking in the after glow. Looking down he found Elizabeth beneath him, joined with him. She was nestled in his arms.

The vision rapidly broke apart.

Holy shit, what just happened? Elizabeth?

I found the ring, John. A pause. You saw all that too?

Yes.

I've never shared a vision before. Especially never on that level.

You're having a lot of firsts with me. Best get used to it. He psychically sent her a playful smirk. Hurry up now.

John, I think…

Tell me when you get here, Elizabeth. He quickly broke the connection and let his shields slide back into place. He knew what she was going to say. All of him knew. But he wanted to hear it and see it with his own eyes. He knew blind faith was a big part of everything, but not now. Not when this was so fragile. Constantine opened his eyes slowly, readjusting to the dim lights of Midnite's office.

"I think I'm falling in love with you too, Elizabeth." He whispered.