Double post - aren't you lucky?? I'm sorry it's been a while she hides under white flag labeled school work Seriously I have been snowed under with coursework and 6th form induction stuff but I have finally finished this fic!!
This is the major moment Zaf/Jo lovers have been waiting for
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SPOOKS (Jack is my own creation)
Zaf got a phone call the next day from Harry telling him that he had been put on sick leave for a few weeks and the details of his sessions. At first he was confused then angry that Harry could bee so sly and sneaky, tricking him into admitting that he wasn't ready for work. But once he got home and had time to think about it he was grateful. Harry knew fine well it what he had done would have angered the young man, hence the reason why he had left it a day before he rang Zaf with the details even though he had sorted everything out before the meeting between the two.
Zaf stood outside the block of flats where the therapist had his studio. He wanted to get better and back to normal but he wished he didn't have to do this. Jo had offered to come with him and wait until he had finished but he told her to go to work, he had to do this alone. Looking at his watch Zaf decided it was time to leave the cool, crisp air behind and go to his appointment. He didn't want to be too early.
He finally sat down in the councillors office, he was running late (no surprise there) and told Zaf to call him Jack. Jack seemed friendly enough but Zaf was still wary, not really liking the idea that everything he said was being analysed.
"So Zaf, Harry told me about everything he knows, which isn't a lot but I understand you are having some difficulties sleeping."
Zaf nodded.
"You can relax I can't read your mind." Jack smiled. "You need to tell me what kind of dreams you've been having lately and where they have come from, take your time."
Zaf sighed he really wanted to hate Jack but he seemed a really nice, genuine person that he couldn't.
"I, erm, get flashbacks of ... stuff that happened during my capture." Zaf started to look at his hands in front of him, eyes looking down, "I can't remember exactly everything in them, but there is one reoccurring dream that I have. I'm in this dark room and the walls are dark with blood, my blood and they feel like they close in on me. I'm lying on the floor tied up and gagged and no-one is there, It's just me. I know that didn't happen but it's how I felt in ... well there, I guess."
Zaf paused and took a breath, trying to gather his thoughts and think about his dream. Seeing the Zaf was beginning to struggle Jack said, "you are doing great, just take your time."
Nodding Zaf closed his eyes briefly, steadying the world wind of emotions swirling inside him. " There was one thing they did a lot. They strapped me to a chair and they put a piece of metal in the fire..."
It took all the self control that Jack had not to wince, he knew what was coming next.
"They asked who I worked for and what I knew about them, when I didn't answer them they hit me, they broke many of my ribs. Then they take the metal out of the fire. It was shaped in a cross. They put it on my chest or my back and left it there to burn my skin and blister. Then they took it off and went away, only to return a few hours later with either the same poke or a whip or a tank of water. It was endless in there." Zaf shuddered as he remembered some of the other things that he was subjected to during his capture. Therapy was not fun.
About an hour later Zaf left the building and made his way home, feeling completely drained emotionally. Re-living his nightmares and tortures was hard. The things that he had been subjected to even shocked Jack. Jack tried to hide his horror and disgust at what had been done to him, but Zaf could tell by his body language what he was thinking.
As he drove home, he couldn't help but think of Jo. His flatmate, colleague, friend. He wanted more, he wanted to let her in and tell her he loved her. If he was facing his demons, he may as well confront his obvious feelings for Jo. He was crazy about her. So he decided it was time to tell her, even if he did get rejected by her he wanted to know one way or another.
"JO!" He shouted as he entered the front door.
"In the living room," came the reply.
He walked into the living room and smiled at what he saw. Jo in her pyjamas, having just came in from a long day, cradling a mug of hot chocolate and watching TV.
"How did it go?" She asked as soon as she heard him enter the room, anxious to see how the session went.
"Ok, draining but ok. Not as bad as I thought it was going to be," Zaf answered while sitting down on the comfy chair next to the sofa.
"Jo... I've been thinking lately and well, I need you to know how I feel." He started, looking at Jo directly.
Jo sat a little straighter and nodded for him to continue.
"I... I love you, ok?Have done for ages and when I was captured, you were all I could think about. You kept me alive." He said softly, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
Jo also had tears in her eyes. She wanted to hear this for so long, her heart ached for it and now it was happening. She smiled and leaned over to where Zaf was sitting and kissed him.
The kiss took Zaf by surprise. But he was pleased and then disappointed when Jo pulled away to breath. It felt so good to finally be this close.
"I'm still going to need help. I haven"t healed yet Jo. You need to understand that."Zaf pleaded, voice shaking with raw emotion.
Putting a hand on his chest Jo whispered, "I know Zaf and I'm hear to help. I need you."
"I love you." Zaf told her.
"I love you too," Jo smiled through her tears and squeezing his hand.
They then went upstairs...
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