Finishing their meal Jess stood, picking up her glass from the table. Walking over to the sofa she kicked her sandles off sitting down pulling her legs up tucking her feet under her. Looking behind her she could see Dutchy clearing the plates and filling the sink.

"leave it, I'll sort it later" she called watching him

"you sure?" he asked picking up his own glass walking over to her.

"yeah" her eyes following him as he walked round sitting next to her. "so..." she paused eyes flickering trying to read his thoughts.

"so" he smiled looking at her. He could see her eyes filled with supressed tears. "hey what's the matter" he scooted closer to her

"nothing, it's just I missed you that's all" she smiled

"come here" he held his arm out

Wrapping her arm around him she nestled in to his chest. She felt safe there.

"Ditto" he whispered placing his hand on her cheek brushing away the tears with his thumb brushing it along her lip. Running his fingers through her hair he brushed it to one side

"Dylan" she whispered breathing deeply as he leaned in kissing her pushing her back on the sofa. Running his fingers along her shoulder.

"Jess" he whispered looking at her trying to read her

Biting her lip unsure of the anticipation building She nodded wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him closer.

Waking the following morning Dutchy looked over where she lay still sleeping. Brushing the hair from her face she stirred rolling over away from him. Leaning over he kissed her head, sliding from the sheets he walked over to the bathroom

Rolling over she stretched out feeling the empty space next to her. Had she dreamt last night. Looking up she saw the door to the bathroom was ajar and she could hear the shower. Sliding from the bed herself she walked over to the bathroom door watching as he turned showing his back. Stepping back, she was saddened at what she saw his back with a huge scar down his shoulder.

Hearing the shower turn off and him stepping out she headed back to the bed sitting down as he walked out. "morning" he smiled rubbing a towel through his hair.

"hey" she smiled trying to seem normal

"you alright" he smiled

"yeah, what happened to your shoulder" she asked looking at him walking towards him

"what nothing" he smiled hiding the fact he was lying "why do you ask" he said

"the scars" she whispered

"what, it is where Madeline shot me" he lied

"no I treated those wounds that was your right arm not your left shoulder" she reached out touching the scared tissue

"don't" he growled grabbing her wrist hard before she touched him pushing her away.

Stepping back hurt at his actions she dashed in to the bathroom grabbing her clothes as she entered. Sitting on the bed he threw himself back in frustration, he hated that he hurt her but he didn't want that look people gave when they found out about him, it hurt too much.

Sitting up he watched as she walked out having changed in to her uniform "jess" he stood

"i need to go otherwise I am going to be late" she said picking up her bag heading for the door.

Hearing the door bang shut he picked up the towel throwing it at the bathroom door in frustration. He hadn't meant to upset or hurt her. Standing with his back to the mirror he looked over his shoulder at the scar tissue on the back a panful reminder of what happened. He was still recovering and he didn't know what the future held

Walking through the base he waited in the courtyard for her he needed to apologise sitting under the same tree as yesterday he had no idea on her timetable or if she would even come out but he had to try. spotting her walking out of the building.

"Jess" he called darting after her.

Walking past she ignored him she couldn't talk to him right now she was still hurting and felt betrayed.

"jess please wait" he called catching up with her.

Turning she looked at him, "i can't do this now. I have to go" she walked off.

"well can I see you later?" he asked.

"i don't know" she whispered. Walking towards the other building

When she finished later that afternoon, he wasn't waiting outside. She was half relieved and half saddened. If he truly wanted to talk then why didn't he wait. Heading back to her apartment. Opening the door, it was dark and quiet. Dropping her bag by the door she headed to the sofa curling up. She wished he would let her in and talk but he was never one for showing his emotions or feelings.

A knock at the door brought her back to the present. Slowly walking over, she pulled the door open.

"what do you want Dutchy" she sighed

"To talk and apologise. Please" he begged

Turning she walked towards the kitchen. Following her he stood at one end.

"so" she stood waiting

"i am so sorry for the way I reacted this morning. It was unforgivable. I never wanted to hurt you" he said stepping closer.

"then why," she turned hiding her face not wanting to look at him

"I was shot. We were boarding suspected pirates and I didn't see one come up behind shooting me point blank in the shoulder. Several times"

"why didn't you just say" she looked up at him tears in her eyes

"because of that look. I don't want you to look at me like that"

"like what" she asked

"like that. I can't stand the looks of sympathy" he turned away

"Dylan. If I have a look of sympathy it's because it hurts me to see you hurt." she walked round to try and face him

"Jessica..." he sighed he hadn't thought of it like that. "i am sorry" he reached out taking her wrist softly pulling her close.

She turned her head. Resting his thumb under her chin he lifted her face so she was looking right at him.

"i love you" she whispered as he leaned in kissing her

"i know" he smiled

so hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think. I know this one is short but I sort of lost my train of thought a bit. enjoy x