Ok, so this chapter is really really short, and there isn't any action. I just wanted to wrap somthing up for you, so yep.

AGAIN! DON'T OWN 'EM!

John Stewart, woke up to the sound of the beeping of a heart monitor. The pain coming from his mid-section was less than when he had first received the wounds, but the sudden awareness of it made him groan with agony. He blinked his eyes open to the bright lights of the underground medical room. Testing the movement in his arms and fingers, he was glad to find that they were actually working. With that thought, he wondered what had happened after he had passed out; how he even lived.

"John?" A female voice said on his right. John turned his head to face the sound. Right there beside him sat . . .

. . . Mari, looking sadly at him with a bandage over her arm and many scrapes and bruises.

"Mari?" He groaned as he tried to remember the events of their mission. Placing a hand on his forehead he looked at her in the eyes. "What happened?"

She sighed and took his hand. "John, you've been out for hours, it's already five in the morning. What your body needs right now is sleep, so I suggest you get some."

Her words were quiet and slow, very unlike her. He reluctantly lowered his head onto the pillow and closed his eyes. Mari's probably just stressed over the thought that I almost died. He tried to convince himself of that, then a thought struck him. Had she just said 'John'? She rarely ever calls me John, something's wrong, something is very, very wrong. He snapped his eyes open and grasped her hand before she could pull away.

"Mari, what's wrong? What's going on?" He asked with all the seriousness in his voice. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, but she finally looked up at him.

"It's about Shayera . . . She," She couldn't continue. John's eyes went wide.

"What happened to Shayera?" Mari sighed sadly before she spoke.

"After Reolc hit you with his tail, he was going to shoot you with a canon particle beam blaster," John recognized the name of the weapon. He had seen the damage of one before, they were deadly. One shot could kill someone. "I couldn't let him do that so I got in between the two of you. I figured that it would give Shayera just enough time to escape and grab you while Reolc shot me, but . . . She . . ."

"She what!?" John knew where this was going but he refused to let it be true.

"She jumped in front of me and took the shot." Mari said unable to look at him in the eyes. John couldn't breath, Shayera couldn't be dead, she just couldn't.

"Is she . . .?" He couldn't finish it. Mari didn't answer and John was about to go crazy until she finally spoke.

"I don't know. Rumor has it that she is, but . . . I doubt it, you know she's a fighter. She wouldn't go down like that." Mari tried to be reassuring, but she finally lost it. "John, why did she do that?! I mean, we're not that close of friends, and now . . . And I know it wasn't for you, because if she had waited only a minute longer she would have you safe and hers, so why?! Normally, I wouldn't care about what people do for me, but for Shayera to give her life for me, that's something I could never take lightly!" She sat down still holding John's hand.

John thought over what she had said. Why had Shayera done such a thing? His mouth had become dry just thinking about whether or not Shayera was dead. He pushed that thought away, and convinced himself that she was still alive, she had to be for their destiny's sake. He stuck with that conclusion and looked at his girlfriend. She was staring at their intertwined hands and she finally understood.

"She did it for us, John." She answered quietly. John was taken aback by her words and preceded to ask her what she meant.

"What do you mean?"

"You know I'm not a very deep person, but I do know some things. I know that when you love someone so much, your willing to give up anything to make them happy. In Shayera's case, her life for our relationship." John was shocked. Did Shayera really love him that much that she would give up her life just for him and Mari to be together? He also didn't like the way she kept pointing out that Shayera had given up her life, like Shayera was dead. "John, she needs you right now and I think you do too."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I should do the same as her and give up my wants for your happiness." John looked at her in the eyes. Was she breaking up with him?

"Do you mean . . ."

"Yes, I think we need a break from each other, a very long break." John couldn't believe his ears. She was breaking up with him, and for Shayera! A part of him had always secretly wanted her to, but now that she was, it hurt. He couldn't respond. "John, Shayera needs you. So, I suggest you get up and go see her."

Shayera. John's thoughts immediately went back to her. She was probably laying in a medical bed dying while he was sitting here thinking about how much he hurt. Mari was right, he needed to get to Shayera. He nodded to her, still unable to make a comment. He wasn't sure what to say, especially after what she had just said. As she helped him sit up the emotional pain from their broken relationship, surprisingly, matched his physical pain. He grunted as he got up. She helped him into a hover wheelchair and sent him on his way. As he slowly left the room, he realized that the tears in her eyes hurt him more than the break up itself. He sighed; it was to late to go back now.

As he moved the chair towards the women's infirmary, he realized he had no idea what to say to Shayera. They hadn't been together for so long, he didn't know how to tell her what he felt. He sighed and realized he would think of something. As he neared the corner to her medical room, he stopped as thoughts of the Thanagarian Invasion entered his mind. His bodied stiffened as the same thoughts that had made him stay with Mari came to mind. Can I trust her? How will I know that she won't do it again? I can't take another broken heart. . . But what would I do without her? With this thought, he made his decision. As he turned the corner he was met with a terrible seen.

All the original seven stood outside the door. Bruce leaned against the door, staring angrily at the floor while J'onn stood near the window staring out into space with sad eyes. Clark and Diana had tears running down their cheeks while Wally sat on the floor leaning against the wall with his head in his hands, crying, just crying. John's mouth went dry and his throat felt as though it were shrinking. This wasn't right. He knew why they were crying but he wouldn't believe it. No! No! He rushed over to the door but Bruce held him back and spoke in the saddest tone John had ever heard from him.

"You're too late . . . She's gone."

/JL\

The days that followed the death of Shayera were, to say in the least, solemn. The funeral was great, it was Wally's idea to have the doves. Shayera would have been surprised to find that all the League members had shown up, even those who knew her little. John still couldn't believe she was gone. He had tried to hold back his tears during the ceremony, but it was no use. Marine or no marine, he had loved her and it hurt to see her gone. J'onn arrived a little late, saying he had to check something in the control room, for the beginning, but was there to speak. Batman had been silent like always, but he seemed in deep thought. John couldn't trick himself into thinking she was alive. Batman had even shown up at the funeral, proving that she was. The couple days after the funeral everything seemed to last an eternity to him. What of his future? What of his love for her? What of their son? What would happen to him? All these thoughts ran through his mind. Things would never be the same. Not only had he lost the love of his life, and the League lost a friend and valuable hero, but they knew there was no hope for them. Shayera was their expert on Gordanians; without her they had no idea how to attack. Without her, John and the very Justice League itself, could come to an end.

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