John woke up late by a kiss from Jack. He looked at Jack and gave him a small smile. He yawned and tried to sit up but Jack simply pushed him down.

"Rest, I'll make breakfast." John smiled at him again and pulled up his covers. He was a bit cold on his upper body and since he would be lying down for a while, then he could at least make it more comfortable for himself. He just wished he had something to read but he didn't want to disturb Jack when he was already nice enough to make him breakfast.

It was already noon and John usually woke up with the sun rise. He had been really tired since he coming home from the hospital and he had spent most of his time sleeping. He needed to go out, he craved an adventure of some sort. The bed rest was making him crazy.

He was soon greeted by the smell of bacon, eggs and French toast making his stomach growl at him. He rose from the bed and dressed himself. Even if he would only stay home he dressed himself in his blue suit and a red tie. He noticed the shirt felt larger but it didn't show. He didn't want Jack to notice he had lost some weight. It wasn't a big worry, Jack either way would fatten him up again.

John sat down in his chair by the table and waited for the food. His partner wasn't the best cook but breakfast was simple, he could make it. He hoped. Judging from the smell he knew Jack had already burned a set of bacon. His thoughts were confirmed when he saw some burned bacon in the trashcan. He was starting to wonder if he would get any food.

"You're up? I planned to serve you in bed, but you're already dressed. Just give me three more minutes, the egg isn't finished just yet and I would hate to give you salmonella." John just nodded and was quiet for a while.

"I don't want to stay in bed, I need to get out. Please Jack I need to do something," he sounded so desperate and it gave Jack guilt. He couldn't let John go out alone. What if he became so tired he couldn't make it home, or worse, what if the bastard found him and tried to kill him again. John wouldn't be lucky enough to survive a second time and he wasn't ready to lose him just yet. He couldn't take him out today due to soccer practice.

"I can't today, love. But I can take you to the British museum tomorrow. And I'll call someone over, I know you hate being alone." John looked sad but when Jack mentioned the British museum he became happier again. He was glad Jack understood that he didn't want to be left alone.

"If it not too much trouble, just leave the door unlocked."

John helped Jack with his physics homework before the younger man needed to go so he wouldn't be late. He didn't like Jack's new physics teacher. It was only one week left before Jack's graduation but she still gave them loads of homework. And judging from what he saw it was for students from the university, far to advance for his class. Maybe he should talk to her, they clearly had two different ways of teaching.

He heard the door open and became pale when he saw Hart walking in to him. John's heart was beating hard. Of course he remembered what had happened but he knew Hart was really close to Jack so he couldn't turn him in. He had to just act like he didn't remember what had happened, and hope Hart would regret what he had done.

"Why couldn't you just die?" Hart's eyes looked cold like the last time when he stepped closer to the sacred man. John fell down on the floor when he tried to get way from Hart from his sitting position on the sofa. It was like a horror movie and he was the stupid blond girl who just had to fall down the floor so the killer could easily get close to her and kill her. John was reaching for the phone but Hart kicked him when he was down on the floor.

"Just stay away from me!" He was to afraid to talk with his normal calm voice. He sounded so afraid and weak. Hart was beating him hard. He received some kicks on his chest as he tried to defend his face from the hard kicks and punches. He felt so worthless, his only hope was for Hart to get tired of him or if Jack came home and made it all stop. He was already tired so it wasn't a big struggle for Hart to drag him by his hair to the bedroom.

John cried out in pain when Hart threw him down in the bed. He felt like it was his own fault that he was to weak to stop Hart from tying his wrist behind him with duct tape. He tried to beg Hart to stop but was silenced by more tape over his mouth. He was afraid of what was coming. He just hoped his suspicions were wrong.

His heart raced and he started to panic when Hart began to unfasten his belt. He tried to kick the other man away from him but failed miserably. The only thing he had succeeded in doing was making it easier for the other man to separate his legs. Hart hit him hard in his face with the belt. A little stream of blood fell down his cheek from the spot where Hart had hit him.

John's eyes widened when the other man entered him violently. He closed his eyes tightly so he didn't have to watch what the other man was doing to him. He didn't want it to happen and he didn't want to feel it. He just hoped it would soon be over so he could clean himself up before Jack came home. But he somehow understood, Hart didn't want him to be alive when Jack came home. He just wished it wouldn't be to painful, or bloody for Jack's sake.

John didn't know how long it had been, but he could feel it was finally over. He was relived for a short while until he felt the other man's hands around his neck, cutting off his airway. He opened up his eyes in shock and looked in his attackers eyes as the man slowly squeezed the life out of him. Hart was going to strangle him to death.