A/N: Boo! Hugs to everyone who's reading and a personal visit from King to those who review. So here's another chapter. It's on the lighter side but we will be delving into how Josie comes into play with the Nightstalkers in the coming installments so enjoy the goofiness while you can. For now, I must go to sleep. I have a long two days of work left till the weekend, so pray for me. I love you all!

McFadden-

Chapter Five

Abby took the blood she collected from King and quickly put the tubes in a IV feed straight to Joselyn's veins. After letting King calm down from his emotional outburst, she decided to look at his wrist. Determining that he needed to keep it still she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair looking about the room. Getting up she started rummaging through the various cabinets and medical supplies. A minute or two passed and she started to grow frustrated. King knew this because she started talking to herself.

"I know it's in here somewhere..."

Oddly distracted by the metal stirrups that were attached to the hospital, King touched the pedal shaped device and then looked up at his partner.

"What are you looking for?"

She stopped long enough to answer and did a double take when she saw what he was fascinated with. Although, it didn't entirely surprise her.

"I hope you don't grow attached to those things. I don't think anyone in the Honeycomb is going to be having a baby anytime soon."

King wiggled his eyebrows purposely at her and taking special attention in her.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that Whistler."

She gave him a brief appalled look.

"Sometimes you disgust me King, really you do."

He smiled idiotically at her.

"I always try to do my best Pumpkin.. But I bet our kid would look damn cute."

She laughed.

"Who says you'd be the father. I'd shack up with Caulder. What if I want my kid to have an accent."

She challenged him and he looked shocked.

"You wouldn't dare..."

One quirk of her eyebrow told him otherwise. He scoffed.

"Whistler, you've lost your mind. Besides, accents-smaccents! I'd teach that kid a whole new vocabulary."

She groaned as she went back to her futile search as King eyed her, the stirrups now entirely forgotten. Neither were they aware that Josie was watching their little interaction as she pretended to still be asleep.

"Now, what is it that you were trying to find?"

Abby's head poked out of the largest cabinet, spilling the majority of its contents in the process, and grumbled throwing a piece of gauze out of her way.

"Do you happen to know where the wrist brace is?"

King answered quickly as though it was an everyday question.

"Four door, on the left, by the sink. Second shelf."

Abby stopped and stared, bewildered.

"Wow..."

King chuckled and shrugged.

"Hey, can I help the fact that I get banged up worse than Paris Hilton?"

Abby shot him a horribly grossed out look.

"Oh God!...Bad analogy King. That's the last thing I wanted to think about."

He laughed as Abby grabbed the elusive brace and sat down on the floor next to him. King looked up at her with an amused grin.

"What? Not a fan of night vision?"

Abby, despite tremendous effort, cracked a smile.

"Quit it and give me your hand please."

He obliged only smiling smugly. Abby folded the velcro over his swollen wrist and set is so that it would cause the least amount of pain. She moved it carefully to test his range of motion until he stiffed and then she knew how far he could move it.

"It'll be fine in a week or so. It isn't broken."

She got up to go back to her offices downstair, but before she could get out the doorway King cleared his throat.

"Abby..."

She turned around and stared at King with raised eyebrows. King held out his injured wrist and stuck out his bottom lip, making him look pitiful, and making Abby eye it like it was the last thing she wanted to come in contact with.

"...Kiss it."

Abby tried to glare at him seriously but ended up failing miserably and smiling.

"That's it? C'mon, I'm in pain here."

Rolling her eyes, she replied and turned to the hallway.

"You are not!"

King got a slightly warning tone to his voice.

"Abby."

Sighing dejectedly, Abby knew from the sound that if she didn't comply with his request, that he would find a way to make her miserable until his wrist healed. So, she walked back in, smirked, and kissed his hand with a little more pressure. King gave out a light sigh of release.

"Yeah...that was great."

Abby closed her eyes and shook her head.

"You are such a sad, sad man..."

She grabbed the clipboard of Josie's stats for Dash and headed for the door, but King was not deterred

"My hand got to second base with Whistler."

Abby waved off his comment and called from the stairs.

"Have fun with your friend King."

Even though she couldn't see him, King stuck his tongue out at her. He turned around to find Josie sitting and smiling at him. She leaned up carefully and spoke in a scratchy voice.

"I like her."

King looked back at the hallway and gave a boyish grin to the empty space.

"Yeah, me too."

Walking up to the edge of the bed, he sat down and checked out her incisors closely. They were as tiny as the fangs of a kitten, but if anyone has ever been bitten by a kitty will tell you that it can still hurt. Her color looked a little less than dead than it had before but the halos around her eye sockets were still a smoky gray.

"How are you feeling?"

Taking a deep breath, Josie replied softly.

"I'm not sure I feel anything, to tell you the truth. Is that normal?"

King nodded reassuringly and looked at the level of the contents in the IV bags.

"Yeah, it's just the blood I gave you. That's a good sign though. Means the cure is working."

He saw the hint of a half smile that graced her lips.

"Hmm...tell me what it's like to be human again."

He thought long and hard, he would rather die than turn to the blood again, but being a Nightstalker wasn't peaches and cream.

"Being human in my line of is definitely difficult, but it's a far cry from being a vampire. Our line of work has its trying days though. Today being a prime example..."

Josie took in his words and frowned.

"I'm sorry..."

King looked at her and quickly dispelled her guilt.

"No, no! I'm glad it was you. Do you know how much you've kept me awake at nights over the years. I'm just relieved that your safe now."

She felt around blindly for his hand and he picked hers up.

"I know that things can't go back to the way it was for us, but I hope I can help your friends find the ones left who did this to me."

King was apprehensive about asking this one question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Is there anyone left that survived the Daystar Virus?"

She shook her head, causing King to breathe a sigh of relief, until he saw the look on her face. Her porcelain brows knitted, not even wrinkling under her still vampiric complexion.

"But there is someone still around that knows you very well. And you know him too, but I don't think you were ever conscious when he came around. He's been looking for you. And now that he knows that you've got me, it'll only be a matter of time before he finds you."