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Ice filled my blood and numbed me when I saw the young woman tied to the chair, her mouth taped shut and tears streaming down her face. I looked around the room until I found John sitting at the desk emotionless, my mouth opening to say something but no words left my tongue.

"I had so hoped you would give me what I wanted," he said gently, as though this were all my fault. "I didn't want to have to do this, Elenore. I didn't want to have to hurt you to make you listen," he said standing and walking to me.

My feet were rooted to the ground, my eyes staring at him in complete shock. "Let her go," I said, watching him roll his eyes at how trivial that sounded when I was so much smarter. "I won't do anything until you let her go," I said knowing before the words left my mouth they were a mistake. And I was proven right by the hardening of his eyes.

"You are not in the position to be making demands," he said standing and making his way toward me until he was only a foot away.

I stepped back shaking my head. My heart was racing as I started at him, I was honestly afraid as I hadn't been before. He'd shielded me, kept me blind. I had been stupid to be fooled by him; his nice face had been his mask, and now I was staring at a monster. "I'll get you into Lucille Harewood's room,"

"It's about more than her room, Elenore," he said raising his voice making me flinch. "Think," he ground out through clenched teeth.

And so I did, I thought as I hard as I could; keeping my head bowed slightly so I didn't have to stare into his cold and hateful eyes, feeling his chest against mine with each breath. "You want in the hospital," I said realizing I should have known that before. "I can get you in the hospital," I said looking up at him. "But not until you let her go."

He sighed, a growl in the back of his throat, as he turned from me. He moved too fast for my eyes to catch and I cried out when the force of his hand met my cheek and sent me in the air. I landed hard on my side, the wind knocked out of me and tears filling my eyes. "No," I said, my voice thick in my throat, when he stepped closer. But again he moved too quickly and before I could back away he had me pinned me to the ground.

"I did not want to have to resort to this Elenore," he said holding my wrists firmly to the floor. "I gave you patience, gave you time, I gave you kindness," he said spitting as he gripped my wrists tighter, I could feel the bones shifting beneath my skin. "I gave you everything and you refuse to give me the one thing I ask for."

I flinched when he yelled my shoulders shaking though I tried so hard not to cry. But I was so afraid. This was the man Starfleet was after, this was the man who had killed people. He was not the man I had spent the last month with, and he wasn't the man I was in love with. I didn't know who this was.

"You will get me everything I ask come hell or high water," he hissed bending his head to my ear, making me recoil from him as I shook beneath him. "And believe me, Elenore, I am both hell and high water."

I laid still beneath him, my chest giving a small jolt every so often from my will not to cry. I don't know how long he stared down at me, I wouldn't look at him, it could have been seconds or minutes. It felt like an hour before he released his hold on me and got to his feet. It wasn't until he moved that I realized I hadn't been breathing, and my breaths came in small gasps as I continued to lay on the floor.

"Get up," he said, his voice soft almost gentle. I think even he knew he'd gone too far, at least for me; I was so much weaker than him. "Elenore," he said reaching for me, but I planted my feet on the ground and heaved myself away from him. There was no anger in his eyes when he righted himself and stared at me, not like there should have been - instead he stared into my mistrustful eyes and watched as I stood on my own. "Come tomorrow morning, I'll have a list of what I need," he said turning away from me.

I wondered if he had a hard time meeting my eye, if he was ashamed of what he had done; if he regretted it because he realized he did truly care for me. But he had only realized when staring at my eyes filled with fear, fear of him, and he didn't want that. Or maybe he was done with me and so he'd turned away. Either way I cast a helpless look to the poor young woman, barely older than myself, seeing she was crying behind the tape as her eyes begged me to help her. But I could do nothing, and so I turned away.

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I put as much makeup over the dark bruise as I could, my cheek purple; I was surprised he hadn't broken my cheekbone from how hard he'd struck me. I still couldn't believe that, that he'd actually hit me. He hadn't hurt me before, I think that's why I'd had such a hard time believing he was the "bad guy"; I still didn't fully think he was, be my inability to because I was in love with him, or because somehow my subconscious had figured it all out - or maybe it was my heart.

Either one didn't matter, he'd hit me, made me afraid of him and there was no changing that now. I think from his sigh when I returned to him that morning proved that even he knew it. The girl was still sitting in the chair, her mouth still taped shut and her eyes just as red and tear stained as they'd been when I left. But she was alive. And it seemed he hadn't cared enough to do anything to make her comfortable, I don't know why I thought he would - he was only using her to get to me, and he was only using me to get to Thomas Harewood; and I had an inkling he was using Thomas Harewood to get to Admiral Marcus.

I didn't look at him, I didn't dare look up into his eyes in fear that they would be warm and then I'd melt in the palm of his hand. But I could feel his eyes on me, scorching my face and flaying me alive; I could feel the need in him, the want - I just didn't know what for. And I want nothing more than to be able to tell you it repulsed me, but it didn't and that's why I couldn't look at him; because if he had've kissed me then I know I would have kissed him back. I think that was the moment I realized just how lost I had become; I was his.

"This is a list of what I need, I will need it before noon," he said handing me a small piece of paper with his elegant scribbles on it. I flinched when he raised his hand to my cheek, thinking he would hit me for not answer him - but after a moment of hesitation he gently touched his fingertips to my bruised skin. It was then, upon feeling such tenderness from him, that I looked up at him. His eyes weren't hard, or cold as they had been yesterday; they were searching, and soft. It was all of an apology I would get from him, I knew that, and I took it because I had never seen him so soft before - so gentle. "What would Admiral Marcus do with you if he found you?" he asked surprising me with the question.

My brows furrowed as I thought, it was so off the wall I had been completely thrown off. But I knew the answer, I had figured it out days ago when one of his men had tried to force his way into my room. "He would kill me," I answered, and he nodded looking pleased I knew that.

"I need all of this by noon, Elenore," he said bending so his mouth was by ear; something both he and I noticed did not make me flinch.

I knew from the look in his eye, from his soft touch on my arm that felt like an embrace, I knew from his words that I needed it to happen by noon. It was so obvious now that a rescue would not come, at least not one that would end with me living; and I was forced to wonder once again if it was John I was supposed to be afraid of, or the man who was after him. It left me confused and no one to turn to, and so I took the paper and I turned from him.

"Elenore," he said calling me back.

I could feel my hands shaking, the piece of paper in my fist rattling. He placed the cup of coffee in my hand before placing his own on my back and leading me to the door. Standing outside of the building breathing in the english air, hearing the sounds of people going about their day as though there was nothing to fear; with John's hand warm on my back, his chest against my arm, I breathed deeply until I finally calmed. It was as though a heavy weight had been placed on my chest, and breathing in silence with John doing no more than standing beside me, I could finally breathe again.

"What happens after today?" I asked, my voice barely heard above the honking of a car. "Will you leave me to him?"

I felt his sigh more than I heard it, felt him pull me closer pressing his nose into my hair and his mouth on my temple. It was as much of an embrace as he was capable of, I think it was as much caring as he was willing to admit; and then he let me go and I turned away from him and made my way to the hospital. I didn't bother checking in, I wasn't staying long enough, I simply put on my badge and ticked off his list. And then barely two hours later I returned to him, giving him the needle and the vial, a badge of his own to get past the front desk and move about the hospital unnoticed, and the location of Lucille Harewood's room. And that was all he needed, I knew it was when he turned to the woman untied her, leading her out the door. I don't know what he said to her, he probably threatened her to keep her mouth shut cause knowing his face would only lead to her being hurt, but whatever it was she never tried to help me; I told you, people are selfish. I would've done the same thing.

I looked up when he closed the door, his eyes on my face as he stepped to me. I had given him what he wanted, I had filled my use; there was nothing he needed from me anymore. "Now what?"

From when he hit her to when he tells her to get up, I had that all written out and then my computer decided to delete it; and it sucked cause I really liked how it flowed. But I had to rewrite it and I'm not at all happy with that section, so I apologize if that part of the chapter sucks. The original had been so much better. Also, for those of you who've seen the movie, you know what's coming next chapter. So pretty much everything happens next chapter, and I am so freaking excited for it! And I really hope you guys are still enjoying.