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BANG

(S01x11 Part 2/5)

Barbie just finished putting on his jeans his mind miles away as he sat on the bed staring into space. What Julia had asked him to do, what he was about to do, was one of the most difficult tasks he had ever faced. No matter what, he did not consider himself as a killer. Yes, he had killed before. In the war it wasn't even a question, more often than not, he had to kill to survive, to protect himself and his comrades. Still no matter what, taking someone's life was something he could never get used to. His dreams sometimes were still full with horror, the faces of the enemy, people he had to kill to make sure he survived. He had killed Peter for the same reason- he wanted to protect himself when the guy had pulled the gun at him. And even then he had only tried to unarm him but in the heat of the fight the gun suddenly went off with a loud BANG. The explosion still echoed in his mind. Barbie took a deep breath. Now going back to Peter's grave meant he had to face his demons again and he could only imagine what it would do to Julia. She had said they needed closure but he feared it would only push them farther away from each other. But on the other hand, maybe she was right, maybe with this closure Peter's ghost, which seemed to hang between them from the very beginning on like a stain on an otherwise clean sheet, tearing them apart, will finally disappear. Maybe they will be able to put it behind them and move forward. Together.

He let out a sigh. In the end it didn't matter what he feared or wanted. Whatever Julia wanted he was giving it to her. That had never been a question, not since the first moment he had lead eyes on her. A small smile found its way to his lips even though his mood was anything but happy. If anyone could bring him to his knees it was Julia.

He pulled a shirt over his head when he heard the doorbell ring and he froze for a moment. Who could that be this early in the morning? He felt a knot in his throat and his instincts went on alert as he tried hard to overcome his growing sense of panic, even though a cold chill was inching its way up his spine. He frowned. What the hell was wrong with him? It was just the doorbell.

"I got it." Julia's voice drifted up to him and he gulped down the knot of fear in his throat, pulling the shirt over his head. It was probably only Harriett. She somehow always had the perfect timing… he tried to soothe himself but his body stayed tense.

He listened carefully as the front door opened and when in the next moment there was only silence he shook his head in exasperation. He stood up silently scolding himself as he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. The dome made him paranoid and messed with his instincts… really, next he was going to see ghosts or…

BANG.

An all too familiar sound made him froze in spot. Gunshot. Memories ran through his mind in a slow motion… memories of gunshots… the bloody war in Iraq, the bar fights he had got himself involved in, all the time when there had been a gunfight under the dome. Gunshot…in the house. How? Who? He was unable to connect the sound of it to anything in this house. His mind was… completely blank. All he could see and feel was the cold, blind panic taking control of him, of everything and the world frozen around him. His body and mind suddenly switched over to autopilot and he found himself running downstairs.

"Julia!" He shouted. Hmmm his voice sounded too high even to his own ears. His body felt way too tense and his heart was pounding in his ears. Some really strange part of him, lame from the panic, was analyzing his actions finding it so much out of character he wondered if it really was his voice and if it really was his body running down the stairs.

Then he saw her. Julia was laying on her back, her body shaking violently and every time she tried to take a breath there was a squeaky sound as she tried to inhale. Her white blouse started to turn red from all the blood pouring from the wound on her right shoulder. That was the moment his lame subconscious and his mind became one again and he felt his body as his own again.

Not that it helped much. As he crushed next to her the blind panic that overcame his mind now pulled his body together and he felt cold and hot at the same time. He was never ever in his life more thankful for the training he had received as a soldier. Without needing to think about it, his hands covered her shoulder pressing down on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Her face was too pale, she was losing blood too fast!

He threw a glance out at the open door in a lame attempt to see something, anything that would have explained the gunshot. The veins in his temple pounded with the rhythm of his accelerating heartbeat.

"Hold on." He whispered. His voice was hoarse and merely a croak, full with pain and pure, life-shaking fear. He run towards the walkie he remembered he left on the small table next to the stairs.

"Linda, are you there?" He shouted through it running back to Julia's side.

"I am here Barbie." Linda answered. Her voice sounded off but he honestly gave a shit about anything than Julia at the moment.

"Julia's been shot!" He shouted his voice rasped and soaked with panic and fear.

"What?" Linda sounded surprised.

"She answered the door and somebody shot her!" His nerves were getting better of him as he lost his patience with the sheriff. They were wasting time with this! Valuable time which could mean life or death!

"Who?"

"I don't know!" He was really angry and pissed now. He didn't know and he didn't care and he felt like punching the woman on the other side of the walkie! Who the fuck cared about anything but saving Julia's life now?!

He put the walkie down and very careful moved Julia so he could examine if the bullet left her body or if it was still stuck somewhere. God, if it was stuck in her lung….

He laid her down again, pressing down on the wound to make her lose as less blood as possible before he lifted the walkie again.

"Linda, listen, I can't drive and keep her from bleeding out at the same time." He explained trying to sound less angry and afraid. He succeeded only half. He did not sound like an angry animal wanting to tear someone's head off anymore but his voice was trembling with fear. "I need someone to give me a ride right now!" He said quickly his eyes never leaving Julia's face. She was getting paler and paler and the way she tried to inhale… She wasn't getting enough oxygen… Still the squeaky sound she made, however terrifying they were, kept him from collapsing. It meant she was still there, still fighting.

"I will be right there, Barbie" Linda said finally. Right there wasn't fast enough…

"Don't leave me…" Barbie whispered to Julia. He had never been this afraid in his entire life.

So 3 mores to go from this episode! Hope you liked this one!

knuckles99heidi: thank you so much! I hope you liked this chapter as well!

Romantic In Denial: I have no idea why I can better write Barbie's feelings. Anyway even though this was not a very happy chapter for Jarbie I really liked writing it.

maricejayo: Gunshot yes! It is here! Let me know if you liked it!