One shot
Losing Jason is the toughest thing Hannah wells has gone through in long time. Tougher than losing Scott. Her best friend gone.
But losing John Foerstel hits differently. The bomb. The sound of the blast on her end of the phone. The 3 shouts of his name.
"John!"
"John!"
"John!"
The silence and the faded screams from the crowds on the end of the phone and realisation that John has gone hits her more than anything when the President of the United States of America Tom Kirkman makes a statement about the explosion to say that it did kill John. Hannah sips her wine and turns off her TV. She decides on going to bed so she takes her wine with her and goes upstairs. She lays down and shuts her eyes.
"If anyone sees us." Hannah says and John kisses her once more.
"How will they see us? My blinds are shut and its so fucking early that nobody in their right mind would be here now. Plus my office door is locked." John says.
She kisses him and her mind goes blank as his arms tighten around her guiding her to a table in his office. His tounge slips into her mouth and she gasps into his mouth. His hands go to the buttons on her shirt and Hannah can't help but wonder is risking her carrer for sex with Director of Internal Affairs John Foerstel really worth it? "I want you." Hannah says into his ear.
Her feelings are known. She wants him. She always has wanted him. So fuck it. She is going to have him.
Her eyes snap open and she begins to cry as she feels goosebumps up her arms. Her phone is ringing and as soon as she picks it up it stops and a text comes through her phone. An unknown number.
9:52pm. Open your door. I need to speak to you.
Thinking it's Chuck new work phone, Hannah grabs a hoodie and goes down to her door. She unlocks the door and a person walks into the hallway and Hannah turns and before she can even see the person's face, lips crash to hers. A bag drops down by their feet.
This isn't Chuck.
An arm around her waist pulling her into the person stood at the door. She's pushed against a mystery. She pulls away from the kiss and sees him standing there.
Hair messy. Ripped clothes. Cuts and stitches all other his face and neck. One arm in a bandage.
Scratched. Dry blood. She backs away from him and stares at him. How the fuck? What the fuck? How? What? Is she dreaming?
No... He. He actually... He... He survived.
"Your dead." Hannah says.
"To 99.99% of America. Yes. I am dead."
"The 0.02%?" Hannah asks and John walks to her.
"You."
"How the fuck did you do this?" Hannah asks and John smiles.
"I needed to fake my death. I was getting threats to my life and the people I care about lifes. If I died that threat leaves." John says. Hannah gets up and practically runs to him and hugs him. "Please don't be mad." John says. Hannah bursts into tears in his embrace. "Hey... Don't cry."
"Am I dreaming?" Hannah asks and John squeezes her tightly.
"No. Look Hannah I can't stay in Washington DC. It's far to risky. It was risky enough coming here tonight but... As soon as I left the hosptial I knew I had to see you." John says and Hannah hugs him once more.
"Where will you go?" Hannah asks and John sighs.
"I've got a flight to Paris in 4 hours." John says and Hannah looks at him.
"4 hours." Hannah repeats and John nods.
"There's a bag of clothes in a bag outside. I was hoping you'd let me take a shower." John says and Hannah nods.
"I could come with you to Paris." Hannah says and John smiles.
"I would love to take you with me. I really would. But... you've got a furneal to attend." John says and Hannah smiles.
"Let me come. After the funeral. I don't want to have to be without you. New start." Hannah says and John smiles. "I love you too much to lose you again."
"I love you too Hannah... and... I was hoping you'd like to come with me." John says before he kisses Hannah once more.
"Do you think you'll need help showering because of your arm?" Hannah asks messing with the buttons on his burnt shirt. A few of the buttons pop off the shirt and John chuckles softly before smirking.
"I would like that." John says and Hannah smiles before kissing him. "I'm so glad we won't have to hide our relationship in Paris." John says and Hannah smiles.
"Me too." Hannah says before kissing him quickly and taking his bag of clothes and taking his hand and leading him into the bathroom.