A/N: Skipping ahead a few epi's again, cause well I just don't feel like writing the chapters and you already know what happens. So here goes, I think this is going to be somewhere around How Do you spell Relief/End Of Tour/Goodbye To Camelot couldn't decide. I know this isn't 100 accurate cause I forget what happened, I can recall what happened just not word for word. Read to find out what I did and didn't do.


Her teeth were bleeding their was no turning back now. She looked at her reflection, if you looked really hard you could tell something was wrong with her. Marcel had noticed that she had been tired, her body was shutting down, better tell him now before she wound up in the hospital on her death bed. She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door and walked out.

She just looked at him, it wasn't going to be easy but putting it off was making it even worse, she had wasted too much time already. How could she leave him? After all they've been through why now?

Her luck, that's what she could blame it on. She didn't have any, she made her own choices, her own destiny but she couldn't control this. She willed her feet to move just a little bit so she could get the walking part over with.

He noticed she was out of the bathroom and the need to kiss her was overwhelming him again, he did exactly that. He walked over to her, placed his hands on her small waist and kissed her.

She leaned into him never wanting the kiss to end but it did.

"How about we take your phone off the hook, and both cell phones batteries out, so we can spend the night to our selves" he caught her in a kiss before she could reply. She ended the kiss

"There's something I have to tell you" another kiss she was pulled into. She once again pulled away

"I'm serious, this isn't easy" he straightened, knowing the tone of her voice she was truly serious.

He sat down on her couch and pulled her on top of him, how is it possible that someone could fit so perfectly, she grabbed onto him for dear life, she promised her elf she wasn't going to cry but couldn't stop herself as she began. What was it going to be like when she actually told him.

"Hey what's the matter?" he brought her head up to face his and stared into her eyes as he wiped away the tears, fresh tears spilled over, he was being so sweet and gentle to her.

"Just before you were shot, I got some news"

"I'm sure we can get through anything"

"Bos-Maurice please let finish" he nodded, trying his hardest to wipe away the tears that kept coming.

"The news I got told me that I have advanced leukemia"

That caught him off guard, just like a sucker punch to the stomach is off guard. Ok so maybe it wasn't him that was going to put this relationship down the drain. It was death. Something no one could control, they could prolong their dying but everyone dies.

She cried into his chest so many thoughts ran through mind, and his neither voicing them, just basking in each other's presence and the silence. He ran his fingers down her hair and kissed her head. He had to be strong. He blinked back tears as he swallowed the extremely large lump in his throat. Now why did everyone call it a lump in their throat its just your throat muscles closing up. It was strange how everyone knew how something ran but yet somehow ignored it.

Like Cancer, people know its out there, they think oh it will never happen to me and then it does. You search frantically for all the information you can and some start treatment praying that it will work, some do, some don't. It's all in your genetic make up, some are meant to live and some meant to die.

And then you realize that everyone dies, even you.