**Blair's POV**

Kate started, "I'm sorry Blair, it was out of the blue. He was fine one minute, on the ground next. He was getting into the wheelchair an—"

I didn't listen, I didn't care. I knew the man for a week and he stole my heart, in fact I let him have it. With him, part of me died. I didn't care if we barely knew each other; we'd met through extraordinary circumstances. I didn't care anymore what happened to me. Even in death he had been strong, he was a fighter, a man, the only man I could ever love.

I then felt someone shaking me, I ignored it. Until suddenly—

My eyes flew open…

I was breathing heavily, sweating, panicking. I then saw John Conner next to me in a wheelchair, his hands still on my shoulders, so he'd been shaking me.

"It's okay Blair, it was just a dream," he said calmly.

"A nightmare," I said under my breath.

Maybe it had all been a nightmare; John needing a heart, Marcus volunteering his, being forced to let Marcus go, the surgeries, Marcus dying.

"What happened John?" I asked.

John laughed lightly, but stopped when he realized I was serious, "Blair, it's me, Marcus. Remember?"

I closed my eyes sitting my head back; nope… it all happened, minus the nightmare finale… an upside I guess…

"I just thought…"

"That it was all a nightmare?" he finished my sentence.

"Yeah."

The room was silent, but not awkward… we were both thinking.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said breaking the silence after a minute.

I simply nodded my head.

He then laughed a little, "I honestly don't know what I was gonna say though."

I laughed a little, "I know the feeling…"

"It's gonna be weird between us now isn't it?" he asked.

What kind of question is that?! I thought.

I started to nod my head no but he then started going for the door, "I understand, it was one thing when I was a machine, now I'm in your bosses body—"

"Wait," I said, I just needed a minute.

He just looked at me waiting.

I looked at him; yes it was the body of John Conner, but Marcus was in there, I just had to find him…

I then spotted it, "You're eyes," I said quietly, not even realizing as I said it out loud.

"What 'bout them?" he asked looking confused.

I sat up smoothly, never looking away from those blue eyes.

"They're the same…"

I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing, please work…

I opened my eyes.

Still looking into my eyes he raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

I gasped. Marcus. As in pre-surgery Marcus. I couldn't believe it, when he spoke it was his voice, his face, his eyes…

I then subconsciously reached my hand out to his face, I knew this was just an illusion but I wanted it to be real.

He closed his eyes and put his hand on mine.

Suddenly he was John again; well I mean he looked like John again.

Damn it, I thought inside, I let my hand down.

He opened his eyes.

Gosh I could get lost in those eyes, they were irreplaceable and that little mental break though just proved it for about ten seconds. I needed to think of something stronger than that, maybe a memory of him. I started thinking quickly through our week together and then it hit me…

"I should go back an—" he started, headed for the door.

I stopped him, "Wait," he stopped and came back.

He stopped in front of me, realizing that I didn't know what to say next. He let out a breath. "I needed to talk to you Blair… I know that I don't look or sound like myself, but it's still me. I'm not gonna lie, I know things won't be the same, I'd be asking a tall order for you to believe me right now but I—"

Without thinking, I leaned forward putting my hands on his face, closing my eyes as I kissed him the way I had days before. I was thinking about what that moment felt like, and before I knew it he was kissing me back, his hands on my face. I was afraid to open my eyes until I felt a cool hand on my cheek; metal… I smiled inwardly as I barely backed away and opened my eyes.

It worked was all I thought. Once again he was sitting before me, Marcus Right in the Robo-flesh.

"Wow," he said breathlessly, "Glad I waited," he laughed lightly.

"Me too," I laughed.

I looked at him, blinked a few times, all the while keeping that memory in my mind, the last memory of my real Marcus. No matter how many times I blinked he was still there.

Gosh it was amazing to hear his voice; well I mean his voice when it was really him and not someone else in his body.

"I gotta remember to thank Kate for this wheelchair," he joked.

I had forgot about the wheelchair, I felt horrible for him. He was an active person, always doing something. I hope he doesn't have to be in that chair for long. It must be hard for him…

I must have been staring at his chair because it felt like he read my mind, "It's only for a few weeks, then I'll be on my legs again, well John's legs," he laughed nervously.

"You're okay with it?"

"The chair? Yeah, it's not like I'm paralyzed or anything. Just not used to this yet… I understand if it's too out there for you. Hell, if I was you I would have blown out of here the minute I—"

"Marcus, you gave your life up for a man you barely knew for week, or you thought you did. You protected me when I helped you escape—"

"I'm not a good person."

I smirked remember the night by the campfire, "Yes you are, you just don't know it yet."