So two chapters for one story in a day, plus a chapter of my other story I'm feeling productive, or I would be if these two hadn't been written a couple nights ago. So here's what I'm doing I've got a really rough sketch of where this is going but I won't necessarily be updating it all the time like I do my other story, because I like the idea behind this story my other piece is my priority right now. I just wanted to get this on paper before it took up all the space in my head. So let me know what you think and I'll update as soon as I can. As usual I own nothing, enjoy.

Henry was pacing he didn't know what else to do, he was a patient man he really was, but that didn't mean he liked waiting, especially not like this.

"I thought you might need these." Henry held out what he had been holding when Jo showed up.

"How'd you know I'd be here?" Jo frowned.

"I've gone skinny dipping here a time or two myself." Henry looked away while Jo wrapped herself in the blanket he had given her while sipping the hot coffee.

"No…why didn't I…" Jo stared at the man in front of her in a whole new light. "I should have connected the dots…I didn't even think…I thought I was the only one."

"As did I until a couple months back." Henry led her back to her car. "But I never thought you. You left the keys in the ignition I hope you don't mind that I…"

"No…I mean it's good…I've have spare clothes in the trunk." Jo assured, neither really knew what to saw to the other now. Floodgates had been opened but each had forgot how to share.

"It's been about forty years since I've driven but I promise no damage done." Henry turned his back while she changed. "If I may… when did you… I mean…"

"When did I die the first time?" Jo laughed, "Henry Morgan I don't think I've ever seen you stutter like that."

"I suppose it's because that's a question I've never asked before. It's something I've been asked on occasion but never asked." Henry confessed.

"Vietnam." Jo answered Henry's stuttered question, "How about we go for a walk? They don't need us at work for a while."

"I'd like that." Henry agreed. "So Vietnam?"

"I was thirty two the war had just started and I wanted to prove myself as something other than my dad's secretary. His business wasn't entirely legal and I didn't want to be there when it fell to pieces. I wanted college but we didn't have the money. So I was going to try and serve, but the only way for a women to get to Vietnam was as a nurse and I didn't have that sort of training. So I decided I'd become a reporter, I snuck my way up the ranks and got myself on a helicopter in Vietnam. Out of nowhere we started receiving fire, and being as headstrong as I was I was going to prove myself. I attempted to take over the bird while the soldiers jumped. I died in that crash woke up naked in a rice paddy." Jo explained, "Not my finest moment."

"All the soldiers survived?" Henry wondered.

"Every one of them." Jo nodded. "When I woke up I experienced a few more deaths before finding my way to Bangkok and getting a flight home. I stayed in D.C. for a bit where I met Sean, he found out my secret and then we got married. He died about a year ago. That's when I moved to New York told them my husband died and needed a change. It's true, he died of a heart attack on a treadmill, not as tragic in an eighty year old as it is in a thirty five year old like they all think though."

"Age doesn't make it any less tragic, Abigail was in her sixties when she left me. Nearly forty years together and she was gone." Henry sighed. "Age doesn't make death less tragic." Jo found herself reaching for Henry's hand for strength, neither one of them had told the truth in so long.

"I keep an old picture of us in my desk, I'd prefer a more recent one but them people would ask questions and make speculations." Jo added.

"The picture I have of Abigail at work is from just after World War two." Henry admitted.

"World War two?" Jo turned to face him. "Exactly how old are you Henry?"

"You were thirty two when you died?" Henry questioned and Jo nodded, "That makes you a little over ten years older than my son."

"Your son?" Jo raised her eye brows.

"Yes Abigail and I adopted him after World War two." Henry avoided Jo's question all together.

"Does that mean you died in World War two?" Jo tried again.

"I'm afraid not." Henry just shook his head.

"World War one?" Jo guessed.

"Older still." Henry kept her going.

"Civil War?"

"Closer."

"Revolutionary War?" Jo eyes just kept getting wider.

"To far back." Henry laughed, "I was born in London three years after the Declaration of Independence was signed. I was shot trying to save a slave on a ship over to America in 1814." Henry summarized.

"But that would make you over two hundred years old." Jo frowned.

"Two hundred and thirty-five as of September." Henry nodded, "And you thought you were old."

"Okay so maybe you can out history me." Jo smiled thinking back to his lecture on ABC village and how sure he was that he could go back further than she could. To be fair she thought her eighty odd years couldn't compete with who she thought to be a thirty-five year old English men. "So did you save the slave?"

"I doubt I saved that particular slave but I may have helped the 300 or so others that were on the ship." Henry answered.

"Compared to you I'm still just a kid aren't I?" Jo sighed, "I was hoping that you know I'd get to an good old age and that death would be it."

"That may be the case but if it is, then I haven't reached old age yet, and if my stalker is to be believed which I think he is we may have a couple thousand years to go." Henry confessed.

"Thousands?" Jo stopped in her tracks.

"I'm afraid so, Adam my stalker, not the man I killed in the shop, claims he died trying to protect Caesar and despite being a psychopath he has no reason to lie."

"Okay now I might need a drink, dying I've gotten used to but then you throw finding out your best friend is 235 years old and being stalked by a 2000 year psychopath on top of it. I am definitely in a drinking mood." Jo couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sure Abe had some good aged Scotch back at the shop." Henry offered.

"I think I'll take you up on that Doctor Morgan." Jo smiled.