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Chapter 10: Revelations

Ella slowly stood as the elevator came to a stop. As the doors opened three armed men met them there. Ella's eyes widened but as soon as they saw John, they lowered their weapons. "Reaper?" the first one asked as he stepped forward. John just shook his head and the other man nodded as he lowered his gun to the side.

"Take Samantha and get a medic," John said and the other man took Samantha from John's arms and walked him from the elevator. Ella made to follow, but John stopped her. "Come with me, I'll get you checked out," he whispered and she nodded.

"Okay," she whispered and let him lead her from the elevator. John looked up from Ella as he wrapped his arm around her. She was shaking slightly and John looked down at her again.

"Ella?" he asked slightly alarmed and she looked up at him.

"John, I don't feel very good," she said slowly. He raised his left hand to her face and felt her forehead and cheeks with his fingers. He frowned.

"You're burning up," he whispered before he quickly scooped her up in his arms. He was careful not to hurt her shoulder and quickly ran over to where the medics were. It was eerily quiet around them and he stopped as a medic stood from where he was kneeling and looked at him. The medic looked down at Ella and saw the gash in her arm and the blood that covered her clothes and then at John.

"How long did she walk around like that?" he asked quickly as he moved aside and made John follow him into a tent they had set up to treat the wounded that had came up. Surprisingly only two wounded women came up. John followed him and shook his head.

"I don't know for sure. We were separated," he said as he laid Ella down on the cot in the room.

"What happened down there?" the medic asked as he tied a cloth tightly around Ella's arm and checked her eyes then her pulse.

"Too much to explain," he said quietly as he watched the medic's face and saw the man frown.

"She needs a hospital, and fast," he said before he stood and left the tent barking out orders. John sighed and moved to Ella's side. Ella let out a heavy breath and opened her eyes slowly.

"John," she whispered and he raised his hand to her face. "What's going on?" she asked. He gently ran his fingers across her cheek and gave her a small smile.

"They're taking you to a hospital," he said and she frowned.

"John, where's Sam?" He shook his head.

"She's in good hands." Ella sighed and closed her eyes.

"Why aren't you with her?" She was losing consciousness, he could tell.

"I'm where I need to be," he said lowering his hand from her face. Her eyes opened slightly and they where dazed, but she was still there. "I'm not going to leave you, Ella, I'm here," he said as he took her hand. Ella sighed once again before her eyes closed and she was lost to the darkness of her mind. John raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Always," he whispered against her skin and slowly lowered her hand. Just as her hand rested on the cot once more five people came rushing in.

"You need to move, Reaper," a fellow marine, Cole, said as he helped John stand. "We've got a chopper waiting for her." John frowned and watched as the other four men picked up the cot and took Ella from the tent. John moved to follow but Cole stopped him. "You've got a report to give, Reaper," Cole said and John met his eyes.

"Tell me why they're rushing her away like that first," John said quickly. Cole sighed as he looked at John.

"She's lost a lot of blood, Mick thinks she might not make it if she doesn't get to the hospital soon," Cole said. John swallowed hard. Cole hit his shoulder. "Come on, we've got to go."

"What about Sam?" John asked and Cole smiled.

"She's fine, she'll be okay." John nodded and then followed Cole from the tent; however his mind was elsewhere and in another helicopter.


Ella took a deep breath as her eyes snapped open. She gasped quietly and sat up quickly, but fell back as soon as she tried as a wave of dizziness rushed over her. "That's not a very smart idea," came a familiar voice. After the dizziness passed, she opened her eyes and looked to her right to see a slightly blurry Samantha sitting in the chair next to her bed with a smile on her face.

"Where are we?" she asked hoarsely and Samantha stood, handed her a cup of water, and looked down at her. Ella drank the water quickly and sighed.

"You're in the hospital, and have been for the last six days," Samantha said. Ella frowned and shook her head slightly.

"What?" she asked. Samantha sighed and pushed Ella's hair from her face.

"You've been unconscious for the last six days. You lost a lot of blood. You're lucky." Ella looked around the room and her frown only deepened.

"Where's John?" she asked and Samantha bit back a smile.

"He's went to get us something to eat," Samantha said.

"How long have the two of you been sitting in here?"

"I was released three days ago, but John's been here the whole time."

"Sam, they didn't have any-," John stopped when Samantha stepped back and a pair of tired blue eyes met his. "Ella," he whispered and rushed into the room. He threw the sack on the chair Samantha had just vacated and the next thing Ella knew John pulled her into his arms and held her firmly to him. Ella stiffened slightly from the shock and the sharp pain that worked its way up her arm, but soon she relaxed against him. She felt his hand on the back of her head and he ran his hand over her head. He pulled back slightly and she looked up at him.

"I'm going to get the doctor," Samantha said. John nodded absently and Ella frowned at the concern she saw in his eyes.

"I'm alright," she said to help him relax. He sighed and gently rested his forehead against hers. "John," she whispered as she raised her left hand to his hair and rested her hand in his very short hair. "I'm fine, I'm here." He lifted his head and looked down at her. Ella was surprised to see tears in his eyes. She moved her hand from his hair and rested her hand on his cheek and ran her thumb under his right eye. He sighed and closed his eyes lightly before he slowly opened them and met her gaze once more. She gave him a small smile and he slowly returned it.

"Mr. Grimm, I hope you haven't injured, Ms. Jamison anymore than she already is," a deep voice said from the door and Ella jumped slightly. She lowered her hand and John slowly let her go and stood from the bed. An elderly man walked into the room and Ella looked at John who shook his head.

"No, doctor, I haven't," he said and the man nodded. Ella looked back at the doctor and he pulled a small light from his pocket.

"Look at me Ms. Jamison," he said as he reached for her face and held her eyes opened. He flashed the light in her eyes and when he pulled away Ella blinked. "How are you feeling?" he asked gently and Ella focused her eyes on his face.

"A little tired, slightly dizzy, my arm hurts when I move it, I'm a little hungry, but other than that, I'm fine," she said and she heard Samantha laugh.

"Yeah, she mentioned food, she's fine," Samantha said as she limped over and sat down on the bed. The doctor smiled and looked at Ella.

"We'll have to run a few more tests, and you'll have to stay at least through tonight," he said. Ella nodded and the doctor looked at Samantha and John. "She needs some more rest, but give the nurses room when they come in." The two nodded and the doctor left the room.

"I'm going to go and get myself something to eat," Samantha said as she stood. "Share what you got with Ella, I'll be back." Samantha left the room and Ella looked to John. He gave her a smile and turned to pick up the sack he tossed into the chair. He pulled the tray over the bed and sat the bag on the tray. Ella looked up at him expectantly, but his eyes remained on the bag and the food he pulled from it.

"I went to a deli up the street," he said. "I hope you like turkey, that's what Sam got." Ella raised her hand on put it on John's left wrist stopping him. He looked at her and Ella swallowed her fear.

"I knew you'd be alright," she whispered as she slid her hand from his wrist and took his hand. "I knew you wouldn't turn into one of those things." John's eyes moved from hers down to their joined hands.

"You said and did things that night Ella, and I don't know if you did them because of what we were facing or because you wanted to," he said gently as his thumb rubbed the top of her hand. She sighed and squeezed his hand. His dark hazel eyes met her blue ones and she blinked away her tears.

"If you don't feel the same way, you don't have to pretend," she whispered. "Sam must have been wrong," she thought. "If you don't care about me like that, then it's fine," she managed without her voice cracking. John shook his head and pushed the tray aside and sat back down on the bed.

"That's not it," he said gently. John sighed and raised his hand to his hair. He ran his hand frustratingly through it and then looked at her. "Ella, I . . .," he trailed off and she squeezed his hand in encouragement. She wanted to hear him say it, she longed to hear him say it. Even though she never imagined him telling her he loved her too while she sat in a hospital bed and wearing a not so flattering hospital gown, and she never imagined him telling him that she loved him in a life or death situation as she had. John looked long and hard at her face. He could see hope, fear, and love in her tired eyes and that alone finally gave him courage. "I love you," he said breathlessly. Ella smiled brightly at him and pulled on his hand. He didn't need anymore encouragement.

John moved up the bed and carefully wrapped her in his arms. He held her and when she buried her face in his shoulder, he felt his shirt dampen. Ella pulled back and looked at him.

"You have no idea, how long I've wanted to hear you say that," she whispered. John smiled and pushed her dark hair from her face.

"I think I know," he said. Ella smiled up at him. She sniffed and he hesitated for a moment before he slowly leaned into her. Ella closed her eyes slowly and when her lids closed completely his lips claimed hers.

Ella sighed against his lips and wrapped her arms around him, with some difficulty due to the IV in her right hand, but she would not stop the moment. She had kissed him, but it wasn't the same as that moment. The moment right then was not one full of fear and the sense of duty on John's part. The moment was pure and she had longed for that moment for so long.

Their lips danced across each others for mere minutes when John pulled back slightly. He sighed heavily and Ella opened her eyes. John's were still closed and she saw a slight dampness to his cheeks. He raised her hand to his face and wiped away the dampness.

"John?" she asked and he opened his eyes.

"I thought you were going to die," he whispered. "You'd lost so much blood and I thought I'd never get to tell you." Ella smiled and held his face in her hand.

"I didn't though and you told me," she said. John grinned and sighed before he leaned into her and rested his forehead against hers. "I forgot to tell you something," she said and he pulled back with a frown.

"What?" he asked and she smiled as she raised both her hands to his face and held it in her hands.

"I love you too, John Grimm," she said. John smiled and wrapped his hands around her wrists and pulled her hands from his face gently before he leaned in and kissed her softly. Ella closed her eyes tightly and returned his kiss with more passion only to have him respond just as feverishly. A throat clearing broke them apart and the pair looked to the door to see a nurse wheeling in a cart.

"I don't mean to interrupt," she said, "but we've got a few tests to run." Ella blushed deeply and John looked at her with a smile before he got up and stood off to the side to let the nurse do her job.