Chapter 9: Confession

The next two weeks flew by for the couple. With Marc off-duty due to his knee, and Lexa taking a break from trying to control her powers, they spent nearly every minute of each day together. Most of this time was spent alone in their room, unless Marc had an appointment with Carson to check on his leg, or they were hungry. They did occasionally make a trip around parts of the city, but with Marc on crutches, and Lexa trying to avoid Colonel Sheppard, that didn't happen too often. Thankfully the city was large enough for Lexa to do just that, for she didn't know how to face John since the closet incident, and she also still hadn't told Marc what had happened either. She wanted to, but with him being injured she wasn't sure how he would take it. Each day, as he got better, she contemplated whether or not it was the right time to tell him. The longer I wait, the worse it might make things. He knows I couldn't love anyone but him, but then again, with it being John, he might not take it so well. Why did John have to be so, so, so… Focus, focus! Keep control! She looked down at the gorgeous ring on her finger, and then across the Infirmary to where Carson was checking on Marc's leg. Nope, definitely can't love anyone else. She brushed the thoughts from her mind and walked over to join them, seeing as how Carson was done.

"Well Major, that knee's looking great, nearly heeled. So if you feel up to it you can start walking on it. Keep the crutches handy of course, seeing as how it'll be a bit weak, but I don't see why you can't be back on duty by next week," Carson explained.

Lexa came over and stood next to Carson, "Next week, really?"

"Yes, next week," Carson smirked.

"What, three weeks of having me to yourself isn't enough?" Marc added.

Lexa pouted, "No, not when you're hurt anyway."

"Well you still have a week left, and with the Major nearly healed, I'm sure you'll brighten up." Carson nodded, "You two enjoy your day now."

It was just about lunch time so their next stop was the Mess. Marc got up, and still using his crutches for support, put some weight on his injured leg. He grimaced in slight pain and discomfort, "It's not that bad…"

Lexa shook her head and smiled slightly. She was happy he was getting better, but she knew what he was doing. She wanted him to get better quickly, but she didn't want him to hurt himself doing it. "Hey, don't kill yourself on my account. I know you got the hidden message in my pout, but right now I'm more occupied with you getting better than with us…" She broke off, realizing that in a way she was lying to him, and that now was the time to tell him.

"Is everything okay?" Marc could see shame in her eyes. He reached up and caressed her cheek. "You know you can tell me anything," he tried to reassure her.

"Yeah, it's just…" She reached up and took his hand. Straying slightly from the subject, "Why don't we eat first, this may take some time. I promise I'll tell you when we get back to our room."

Marc took notice of how serious she was, so he tried to lighten the mood as they exited the Infirmary, "Well, as long as you're not cheating on me with McKay…"

Their meal together was awkwardly silent for the first time ever. Lexa was busy running through scenarios of what was going to happen after lunch, while Marc was trying to figure out what she could possibly be embarrassed about. As they finished up things got a little clearer when Colonel Sheppard entered the Mess and Lexa began insisting they leave soon. Marc still couldn't put his finger on it, but he now knew that there was something about the Colonel that was disturbing Alexa.

They soon began their slow walk back to their room, allowing for Marc to exercise his leg. When they got in the room he went over to the bed and propped himself up to rest his leg. Lexa sat down Indian-style, facing him, on the other side. She still didn't know what to say, and she just couldn't speak, so Marc gave her a little help, "It has to do with Colonel Sheppard, right?"

She locked her blue eyes with his, terrified, "How?"

"Well the first time you see him in two weeks, and you run away, was kind of a hint. Just tell me, what's wrong? It has something to do with your powers, doesn't it?" He put his hand on her knee and rubbed it gently.

Lexa sighed, reluctant to tell him, but she knew she had to, "Yeah, something happened while you were off-world."

"And you're just telling me this now?" Marc tried to stay calm.

"I know, I'm sorry. It wasn't anything that hadn't happened before, it's just…" She paused for a moment, "Right, now for the hard part, the details." It was obvious how hard this was for Lexa, so Marc motioned for her to come closer. She turned around and repositioned herself next to him. As she leaned into him, he put his arm around her and hugged her. For another minute Lexa lay silent, taking in his compassion, then she continued, "Okay, after dinner, several hours before you came back, I decided to go for a short jog. I was doing fine, but then I started to get that odd feeling, and I began to sprint back here. Well uh, that was the wrong decision, as it made things worse. Then I ran into Sheppard who insisted on taking me to Beckett." She sighed and Marc began to run his hand up and down her arm. "Well, you remember when we first got back here, and I had that Heat Flash in the gym?" He nodded. "Yeah, it happened again, only worse, and I couldn't stop it."

"Worse?" Marc raised an eyebrow and prepared for the blow.

"I kind of threw him in a closet, and lost it. But, he didn't let things get anywhere, really, even though I persisted, and then I fainted." She started to cry. "I woke up in the Infirmary. Later Carson told me my hormone level was off the scale, and I was burning through sedative."

"Hey," he lifted her chin, and she propped herself up on her elbow to look at him, "it's ok, it wasn't really you. I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me, but there was nothing you could have done."

"Yeah, maybe, but I still feel awful about it, hence why I couldn't tell you." She wiped the tears from her face. "Then of course, there was how you'd take it, and I was half right."

"Well, Beckett has said that when your hormones take over they act on something you're feeling, so I guess I should be worried there, but I know you're my girl. I'm more worried about you, and what's happening with your powers. I'm not even worried about me. I may have a few scratches left on my knee, and yeah it's a bit sore, but I'm fine. I have no clue what could happen to you next."

Lexa bit her lip, "Don't remind me. With all that's happened, I'm scared as to what's going to happen next. I could hurt someone, or worse. That's why I haven't been training, and focusing on you. I need something to keep me distracted."

"Distracted? I could do that…"

Lexa smiled and shook her head. "Tell me you're not thinking, what I want you to be thinking?" He kissed her and pulled her over on top of him. As she straddled him, she pulled back. "Not that I don't love this, but…"

He cut her off, "Let me worry about me. I could go for a distraction too." He ran his hands up her back, removing her shirt. She sank down into him and returned the kiss, as a long day of passion lay before them.