A/N: I'm back up here again. Thanks to everyone who is roughing it out with me. My loyal fans, you know I love you the most! (But don't tell the others okay?) Strap yourselves in and have fun.

Lots of hugs and kisses!

McFadden-

Chapter Four

King had managed to vastly piss both Caulder and Dash off for the last hour by locking the med-room door. They had come running downstairs to investigate when they heard Josie scream, but they were seconds too late. King had barricaded the door with the rolling cabinet and the pressure of his body weight against it to enforce the lock. Caulder had spent fifteen minutes cursing him out in his native Norwegian tongue. Once that stopped, King could hear nothing else and figured they had given up. Ge used the newly found quiet time mostly to digest and reflect on the matters that were brought to his attention by he and Joselyn brief but intense discussion.

The silence was broken by a dull thud before everything that was stacked against the door fell over and Abby stood in its place with Dash and Caulder. She glowered at King disapprovingly but unlike the other two with her, Abby winked. Dash spoke first.

"Is she awake?"

King tossed an obvious, smart-assed look at the still form lying on the bed. Giving Dash a 'what do you think shithead' look. The other man just shrugged it off and walked over to the cot, but not before slapping King hard upside his head for being a dick.

"She must be having night terrors."

Judging from the subtle hints in Abby's body language, no one else knew that Josie had even moved. Caulder checked the machines for her vitals while Dash cleaned up the more violent of her wounds.

"Well her signs have improved, but I still afraid that she won't take. It's all too little too late. Just as well though, she's better off this way."

A thought flashed through King's mind, stemming from the last thing Josie said to him. He didn't know if it would work, but it was worth a shot.

"What if we transfuse some of my blood?"

Dash tossed him a crazy look.

"Hear me out... If I gave her some of my blood, wouldn't that jumpstart her immune system and up her practically nonexistent white blood cell count?"

Caulder looked at him skeptically and Dash was now completely ignoring any more of King's bright idea's. Then, like a true friend, Abby came to his defense.

"Yeah! That should work. The blood packs we gave her were genetically stripped. Maybe if we used King's blood, the natural nutrients could help her."

Abby was the only one who knew why King offered his own blood. King just thought she was being loyal, he didn't know that she had overheard his and Josie's shouting match while she was calibrating her bow on the roof.

There was really no need to let Caulder and Dash on to the secret until Joselyn's condition started to improve and she and King had enough time on their own to settle their past. By the sound of things earlier, they had only begun to break the surface. After much deliberation and some smooth talking by Whistler, Caulder agreed, somewhat reluctantly, to give the idea a try. Dash could care less. His mind was made up that she was already done for.

Abby volunteered herself quickly to be the one to do the job of drawing King's blood just so she could talk to King alone. And maybe to stick a big needle in his arm, but that's besides the point. Once Caulder left, taking Dash with him, Abby looked at King expectantly and then eyed his partially hidden, and badly swelling wrist. The sight made her smile slightly in amusement.

"Let me guess... momentary lapse of judgment, or rough and tantrik sex? Taking in account the comatose woman in the corner, I'm betting on the former of the two."

King smirked and her. She knew him so well...

"A little bit of both actually. And how do you know I didn't just wear her out?"

Abby snickered at him as she collected the various things she would need for drawing his blood.

"She looks like she would make you a dead man in one fail swoop and because I know you King..."

As Abby was wiping the inside of his elbow with an alcohol swab, He wagged his eyebrows.

"You mean know in the biblical sense..."

Abby gave him a charming smile before she stabbed him in the arm with the syringe, causing him to yelp like an injured puppy.

"Jesus Christ woman! What kind of a sadist are you?"

Abby filled vile after vile with his dark red blood and smirked.

"You should learn not to piss off someone with your precious veins in their hands."

She collected the tubes and shook them so that the blood settled onto the bottom. There was enough for at least one unit of blood. Hopefully that will prove to be enough. Turning to a more serious tone Abby went on.

"So do you think this will really work?"

Holding a cotton ball to the pinprick, King looked over to Joselyn laying in the bed and sighed.

"It's got to Abby. After all this time, I finally have the chance to make up for the one mistake I was selfish enough to make, and it wasn't against my own will."

Abby ruffled his hair and reassured him.

"You meant a lot more to her than she led you to believe..."

Abby hoped that what she was saying was helping to comfort him. He was growing more anxious by the minute. King knew that Abby heard the whole fiasco between he and Joselyn. If anyone could make sense of it, she could. He looked at her with his startling brown eyes that looked completely void of hope.

"She's haunted me for years Abs. Now that she's actually here, I don't know what the fuck is going to happen..." I was led to believe a lot of things that weren't true when I was under the fang. Why should this be any different?"

It was a rhetorical question, King went down to his knees and rested his head heavily again Abby's stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair comfortingly and answered him anyway.

"Because this hurts more..."

He wrapped his powerful arms tightly around her waist and pressed his cheek against her stomach. With a quiet voice, King whispered in anguish.

"You're right..."

Abby bent over and kissed his hair and he pulled her down with him, kissing her all over her face as he spoke.

"God Abby, I'd die without you."

Looking in on the scene, Josie smiled, her fangs small from receding back into her gums. Maybe King had changed after all.