Love For The Eagles

by STANathanXOox

This is a story about how Jo and Henry become a couple, all because of a little night out seeing Jo's fave band. Alright this is a continuation from my one shot in my story Forever One Shots. And don't worry too much about reading that first to get the gist of what's going on because its all here.

8. Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8 IS HERE NOW GUYS AND I THINK ITS A LITTLE MORE IN DEPTH THAN I'VE DONE WITH ANY OF MY OTHER FOREVER FAN FICS SO I HOPE YOU LIKE. PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

"So where were we?" he asked as he poured himself a cup of tea, after refilling my own cup I answered

"You had just finished telling me of the priest and your escape from Southwark Prison" I answered and he nodded

"Right yes. After that I kept my distance from people, I tried not to get too emotionally attached. I moved from England to other countries in Europe, going to France and Spain, because of my condition I could only stay in a place like that for a couple of years though as time became longer it was easier to find ways to mask the fact that I wasn't ageing" he paused, the faraway look on his face that I had become accustomed to was back and I thought about what he could possibly be thinking about. After a couple of minutes he shook his head and looked at me

"Sorry. It was 1864 when I moved back to England in a town south of London, I worked in a local hospital, and I was one of only three doctors there. It was about a year later when I had been walking through town and had spotted one of the town houses ablaze, a mother had three of her children standing beside her all crying, the mother begging for someone to go in to the building and save her two year old son, so I did the only thing I could think of. I ran into the burning building and found him in the top story of the building, he was standing in his cot coughing and wheezing, I knew if I didn't get him out of the room quickly then there would be no escaping for either of us. By the time I had made it downstairs to the foyer the poor boy had fallen unconscious, but as soon as I had him safely outside I was pumping his chest trying to clear his airway, somehow both of us had managed to escape the building without any burns" he said and I reached out to grab his hand from where it rested on the coffee table, as he moved to open the bottom photo album. He picked it up and handed me the album, as I looked down at the first page, I saw a drawing of Henry and an article that described the fire in the newspaper. When I finished I looked up at him and he continued

"It was less than a week later when the paper was published that I had a lot of unwanted attention. The news of my heroic rescue had travelled fast and managed to find its way to the eyes of my wife Nora. She made her way to the hospital and asked to see me, at the time I was in a rather unprofessional relationship with one of the nurses and she accompanied me into the room. The first thing I did when I saw her was say her name and she fainted. She was put onto bed rest after that and then discharged a day later and I thought I had seen the last of her. But I was just finishing up with a patient two days after her release when she walked in and said that she was there to prove my immortality. She pulled out a hand gun and fired the weapon my girlfriend who had been standing right next to me jumped in front of the bullet and died in my arms. Nora was arrested and she died six months later in prison" he said a look of sadness on his face. I frowned honestly I felt sorry for him, it must've been hard to see the women you had spent a good fifteen years married too come in and shot your girlfriend all because she had jumped in front of a bullet for you. I took a long sip from my tea and watched as Henry did the same.

After a couple of minutes pause he cleared his throat and continued.

"After that I knew not to get emotionally involved with a person. I had a couple of close friends and I was close to them but not close enough that it hurt when each one passed. As the years passed there were numerous advances in medicine and doctors became more popular, people sought us out instead of thinking we were going to kill them. It was in the late 1800's that I finally made it to America, and I was able to make a living over here. I became fast friends with a doctor who was the nicest man, he was an extraordinary doctor as well and it was about this time that electrotherapy was being tested, there were stalls all over town trying to get people to sign up for it but it took a while for it to catch on. We joked about it he and I saying that as men of science we would never place our hands in the untrained men, but I was told by one of the nurse's weeks later that he was having the treatments. It became apparent to me quite quickly that he had not only become addicted to the treatment but he had also managed to worsen his case of tuberculosis. However I stuck with him until his dying breath, I went to every appointment and made sure that he was getting the best care, which given what was happening to him was slightly odd, but I stayed and for that I believe he was grateful" he said and I nodded a sad smile on my lips

"That must've been hard for you Henry" I said and he nodded

"Twas' hard but not as hard as losing Abig-" he trailed off and I reached forward trying to grab his hand in mine, trying to comfort him but the distance was too great.

"I'm sorry Henry you don't have to talk about her if you don't want to. I understand" I said and he shook his head

"I am not having a bar of that Jo, I promised I would tell you the truth and if I don't do this now I fear I may never get the nerve to do so again" he pleaded and I nodded

"Alright then, but please take your time" I said and he shook his head

"No I have to do this now" he said determinedly.

"I had been called to duty as a medic for the British Armed Forces, mainly stationed with the Army but I had many men and women who were from other Armed Forces, and innocent people that I was able to help. I had served in the first world war and actually fought, but this time given what I had had to do I didn't want that again, the torturous nightmares that it brought up for years after that were terrifying, so I stuck to what I was good at. I was stationed in Poland at the time, and had just treated a group of wounded fighters, one who I hadn't managed to save had bleed out next to his friends and that made me think that I couldn't do my job, I was sent to do one thing, treat the wounded and I hadn't done so with this man" he said looking up at me and I saw the pain and torture that this was bringing up

"It's alright Henry go on" I prompted and he nodded

"Right yes, I saw some of the nurses across the way going through and checking the victims that had been found in a German Interment camp, and made my way over. I was about to start checking a young mother and her young daughter when, a nurse turned, she had beautiful blonde hair and bluish grey eyes, and when I made my way closer to her I could see that she was on my side. She asked if I was a doctor and it was then that I noticed the bundle she carried in her arms, the babe was looking around, curiously taking in his surroundings and his bright blue eyes were staring up at me, completely innocent to the world around him. His chubby cheeks were so cute, but he had been marked by the Germans when he'd been taken into camp. His little hand reached out to me and he quickly had a hold of my fingers. The moment I saw both of them I was a goner" he said and I looked at him, he seemed to be happy at the details he was telling me and I realised that this must've been a happy memory. But I was curious, who was the baby he was talking about?

"I checked the babe over and went to checking the other patients before I was to return to the British camp site to sleep. It was a couple of weeks later when we were passing through the town when I saw Abigail again, she and I courted each other from the first moment, so it was only natural that we followed each other around until the end of the war. But it was at our second meeting that we saw Abraham again and I was able to hold him for the first time. He was such a peaceful baby and rarely fussed. I saw him frequently begging to stay in the area at local British camps so I could visit him frequently" he said smiling fondly at the memories, but I was confused

"Henry are you saying that Abe is your son?" I asked and when he nodded it all clicked, the relationship between the two of them now made sense, why they were so close? Everything made perfect sense now.

"The war ended not long after that, but Abigail and I had both been sent to Milan and were stationed for the last few weeks there. However one night we had been out on a date and it had been amazing, but instead of heading back to the camp we stayed in a hotel. We shared a room together and when I woke I thought about everything, about who I am and I decided to leave her. So I wrote her a letter for her to read when she woke. I dressed and made my way out of the hotel before she caught up to me on the side of the road, she asked me if I loved her and I told her I did. She said that nothing else mattered, that she would believe me and love me no matter what. When the war ended we made our way back to Poland were we decided to adopt Abraham together and because of the amount of children with deceased parents the process was much shorter than we'd thought. So Abigail and I moved into a little house where we lived for the first five years of Abe's life" he said and I smiled, it was all kinds of romantic and sweet, and if I were being honest, I was slightly jealous of the way Abigail got her man. I looked up at the sound of someone clearing their throat and realised that Abe was standing in the doorway. He looked relieved and slightly confused to see me here so late and with their photo albums out on the table and his eyes bugged.

"You told her?" he asked and Henry nodded

"Yeah I told her. What are you doing back here Abraham?" he asked and Abe blushed

"I had this urgent feeling that you would need me so the guys brought me back and well now I can see that I didn't have to rush back" he said and I smiled at him. Henry looked at his a smile on his face

"Thank you Abraham, I truly appreciate your concern. I wouldn't say that it was warrented, as I would've needed your assistance had Jo not witnessed me being shot and killed in front of her on the way to our date this evening" he said and I shuddered as Abe gasped

"Really?" and when we both nodded he looked at me

"How are you taking the news, Jo?" he asked and I smiled

"A lot better than I think both Henry and I were expecting. Honestly so much about him makes sense now" and he nodded. Abe who still looked a little uneasy and unsure which was something I had never seen from him before made his way over to the other arm chair and sat on that before he handed me the photo album on the top of the pile and when I took it he nodded with a smile. I smiled as I opened the album and saw pictures of Abe as a toddler, he was so cute

"Abe you were so cute" I said and when I looked up at him, I saw the blush on his cheeks and then over at Henry who had a smile on his face

"He was a cute baby" Henry agreed.