AN: Nothing to do with anything, but I have to laugh-in universe, poor Jonathan is pretty much SOL in terms of a date. In fandom-land…oh, my. Man's got a harem. How the hell does that sort of thing HAPPEN? Anyway, concludes the 'Admittance' storyline.

Sketch1997-What can I say? I make use of what's available. Either I do that and go home, or risk a fistfight and find myself returned to medical with stronger sedatives, more injuries, and a greater hatred for mankind.

They burst into the abandoned apartment, dripping wet and freezing cold. They had to take the long way here-somebody found the dead guard and raised the alarm. There had been a few close calls, but they'd made it all the same.

"How're your ribs?"

"They're all right."

"You'll forgive me if I'd like to check."

He sighs but lets her shoo him upstairs and get him out of his shirt.

"Well, nurse?"

"Bruised, but nothing serious. I'm impressed-they actually did their job."

"Mm-hm." He riffles through the peeling dresser, comes up with a pair of sweats for himself and an oversized t-shirt (is that his? It looks familiar…) for her. "Told you I was fine."

"I'm paranoid."

That's true.

He towels his hair dry and sinks onto the bed with a contented sigh. Ahh. Bed. He's always liked this hideout best. Decent acoustics, protection from the elements, furniture…

"You'd think they'd let me keep my own damn bra." Kitty grumbles. She's fighting to get out of some grey thing that's soaked through and unwilling to come off.

"You could have something sewn into the liner, I suppose."

"There's hardly any fabric on those things! Paranoid gits…finally."

She throws the now-wadded up bra onto the pile of wet clothing and goes to get a towel. He takes his glasses off and sets them on the nightstand before getting under the covers. Sleepy.

He rouses himself a little when she comes back in and turns off the light.

"Remember when I asked you to hold that thought?"

"Mm-hm."

"Still holding?"

"Mm-hm."

"Good." She kisses him-a proper one, not one of those hasty 'we've been arrested, see you in therapy' ones. "Let's try not to break anything else, hmm?"

She expects him to answer? That's not fair!

All the same, it really is good to be home.

THE END