Hello folks,
I can't thank you enough for your many amazing reviews. I've seen that some of you seem to think these chaperts are related... well :D they aren't. Or at least they aren't consciously. Maybe it's something I could about, we'll see.

Alright, for now here's 01x10: The Man in the Killer Suit.

While I found the ending pretty amazing (OMG what will happen to Henry ?), I still had some difficulties putting my thoughs and ideas into words. I hope I've made it work nontheless. Enjoy :)

01x10: The Man in the Killer Suit

Walking next to him is nice. During the last few weeks, months really, she grew to like his company really much. She knows she's the one who initiates any personal talk between them, which on the one hand irritates her, but she finds she also finds his shyness regarding talking about private stuff sweet.

She's got her hands deep in her coat pockets and they are warm, but somehow she finds she'd like to slide her smaller hand into Henry's bigger one. It's a terrifying thought. She hasn't felt a connection to anyone since her husband died, but somehow Henry managed to worm his way through her carefully build wall.

"Where's the bike?", she asks, just to say something because while the silence between them isn't uncomfortable, it's slightly unnerving because she feel hyperaware of his body so close to hers.

He grins at her. "Abe started to insist that I take a cab home. He hates eating late dinner and threatened to use the microwave."

Jo can't help but grin back. He's sweet like that, even though she doesn't understand why he takes about Abe and their living arrangement quite openly, but always gives evasive answers when asked a personal question. Then again, if she's being honest, he's been a lot opener in her presence. Of course, he doesn't run around shouting personal facts right into her face, but when she asks him, he answers truthfully. At least that's what she believes.

"You want me to give you a lift?", she asks and he smiles at her, his sweet smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"No, I'm okay. Thank you," he declines politely and she nods.

"You know, Henry", she finally forces herself to tell him, "I think you're a very complex, mysterious man yourself." Jo doesn't dare looking at him, but the way he falters a step, she knows she's surprised him.

"How so?" Confusion is dripping out of his voice.

She takes a breath, steeling herself for telling him, but still doesn't look at Henry. "You're intensely private, you're incredibly charming and you dress pretty well for a city worker."

Jo quickly peeks at him, and he grins at her. "So what? You're saying I'm mysterious because you find me attractive?"

Her eyes widen and she knows she's blushing instantly. "Well, uh, I didn't say that exactly," she stumbles over her words, "but, no. There's always this big question mark regarding you. I just don't know much about you, that's all."

Henry takes a deep breath, a smile gone and somehow she knows what's coming now is something big.

Her heart starts beating faster when he takes her hand in his and she takes an involuntary step closer to him.

"I suppose it's time I came clean," he slowly starts, swallowing against a lump in his throat and Jo looks up at him expectantly.

"I'm really Henry Morgan from Ohio."

For a second she's surprised then she understands that he's joking and pulls her hand free, laughing. "No, I don't believe you. And accent like your takes years to perfect." She looks at him and when she notices he's not smiling at all, she somehow gets the thinking feeling that he's serious about this.

"How about centuries?", he asks quietly, not daring to look at her again.

When she doesn't respond, because what the hell is she supposed to say to that, she doesn't even understand what he's telling her, he gets even more nervous, fidgeting on the spot, fumbling with his fingers.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you for quite some time, Jo," he exhales in a rush, "my life began 1779 in Ohio. I am 235 years old and I cannot die."

She stares at him. "You're joking, right?"

To her surprise he doesn't look like he's starting to laugh at her any second, instead he looks relieved, like all tension has drained out of him, making him light and happy.

"No, I'm being completely serious, Jo." His smile finds its way on his face again. "God, it feels good telling you that."

A boyish excitement she's never associated with him engulfs him and he takes her hand again. "Let me show you something, please." His eyes, his beautiful brown eyes, are light and sparkling with happiness and while she still can't wrap her mind around what's happening and what he's saying, Jo feels butterflies erupting in her stomach, so she nods.

"Great." He quickly pulls her towards the parking lot where her cars waiting for them.

Things happen in a blur then and she's completely dazed. She doesn't know exactly how, but suddenly they're at his apartment, her fingers are still (or again) intertwined with his and Henry is almost exploding from excitement.

"Abe?", he calls, "I'm home. I brought Jo with me." The fact that he calls her by her given name in front of Abe tells her still dizzy mind that it's obviously something normal for him which means he and Abe must be talking about her on a regular basis which pulls the butterflies out of their hiding place again.

Oh god, this isn't good. She's falling for him!

Abe comes out of the kitchen corner, a towel across his shoulder and he raises his eyebrows when he notices their intertwined fingers.

"Something you wanna share with me, Henry?", he asks, bopping his head forward so his nose points towards their hands.

Questioningly, Henry follows his gaze, realizing what the older man means and quickly loosening the grip on her hand.
"No, not that. I've told her, Abe," he says, still excited and Jo, finally getting her grip back, looks at Abe for his reaction because she still hasn't gathered what exactly Henry is telling her or means to have told her.

"You told her about you?", Abe asks unbelievingly.

Henry nods.

"About your condition?"

She quickly looks at her ME to see him nod again.

Abe shrugs. "Well then, we'll definitely reheat the meal." With another shrug he turns around and vanished out of her focus.

Okay, what the hell is going on here?

"Henry," she finally says, "what the hell? What are you saying?"

He doesn't answer, but brushes past her. "Follow me please, detective."

Which she does because there's no way in hell she's going to back of now that she definitely knows there's something going on with Henry Morgan that few people seem to have knowledge of.

He points to the couch. "Sit," he commands, "I'll be back in a second."

She does as asked and watches him go to a tall bookshelf and pull out a big leathern book that looks like a photo album.

Henry's next to her a second later, sitting down a little closer than she expected and things have become really weird tonight.

"Is this a photo album?", she asks and he nods, a large grin almost splitting his face.

"I am going to show you my whole life," he says before adding, "well, since the photo camera has been invented anyway."

And then before she can process that he actually means what he says, he's already opened the damn book and she's looking at pictures that are old enough to be historical. What the hell?

And then she sees it.

"Oh my god, Henry, that's you!" And because it's entirely unbelievable and he looks just completely ridiculous, she breaks out into laughter.

Before long they sit close enough that the album is spread out on both of their legs, their sides brushing and at some point Henry has put his left arm across her shoulders.

When she sees the picture of baby Abraham and her eyes widen for the dozens time today, both men (Abe has joined them with dinner by now) grin shyly at her.

Beautiful Abigail is also quite a shock to her, because if that's the kind of woman Henry's attracted to (she's still got Iona Payne in mind), he'll never feel anything for her remotely close to what she's beginning to feel for him.

God, even in her own mind her thoughts don't make sense.

"So what do you say?", he finally asks and Jo shrugs helplessly.

"I don't know. What do you say to someone who could've jumped right out of a comic book? It's like living some fantasy movie."

He nods, slightly ashamed and casts his gaze down. "I know, I'm sorry. It's just….it's been so long since I've trusted someone enough to tell them and I guess I just got excited. I apologize if I overwhelmed you."

Jo takes a deep breath and puts her fingers carefully on his forearm. "It's okay I guess. I mean, I can't exactly process this, but I think we're gonna be okay," she tells him, studying the small hairs on his skin.
When she looks up, her heart instantly starts beating faster again because he's so close and smiling shyly at her and damn, he's just so ridiculously hot in all his weirdness.

Henry gently takes her hand in his again, intertwining his fingers again and smiles thankfully at her. Jo tentatively smiles back and they are quiet for a moment until Abe says: "You know he's just ever told four people, including you, and two of them ended up to be his wives."

"Abe," Henry reprimands, peeking at Jo out of the corners of his eyes just to see her blushing.

"What? I'm just saying." He holds up his hand in a I'm sorry, I didn't do anything gesture and Henry sighs.

"I'm sorry, Jo," he tells her sincerely, "I thought I taught him how to act like a normal human being but obviously I've been wrong."

She grins at them and leans a little deeper into the couch, just to realize a tad too late that Henry's arm must've lowered and now she's actually sitting in his embrace.

What the hell?

Not that she's complaining too much since she's kind of accepted that she likes him and she finds it feels pretty nice to be that close to him.

He smells amazing, looks really hot, has got a smile that makes her completely week in the knees. He's charming, a total gentleman and he trusts her.

Not much to complain about him. Well, if you look over the fact that he's immortal, which completely weirds her out, but okay, she'll learn to deal with that.

Jo feels his fingers draw soft circles on her shoulder and she almost sighs, biting her lip just in time.

"Alright, I'll leave you too alone. It seems like your date flourishes without me well enough," Abe says, getting up and what's the strangest thing is that neither Henry nor her jumps away from the other. Instead they both wish Abe a good night and a second later they are alone.

"So what's it like? Seeing the world evolve around you? Seeing society change, the city?!", Jo asks, a thought has been running through her mind ever since she's seen his pictures.

"It's magical," he says quietly above her head, "but it makes me feel a little melancholic as well. Perhaps because while everything around me develops and I don't. I don't age, I don't ever have to fear for my life. And people who get close to me get older, die someday and still, I'll be left right here, completely unchanged."

Jo's closed her eyes because his voice sounds so nice and she's tired by now and she could pretty much fall asleep right here against his shoulder with him so close by. But when hears the sad tone of his voice, she looks up sharply.

"You're wrong, Henry. You change too. I've seen it. You've changed quite a bit since I've met you. You're much opener, try to enjoy the time that's been given to you. You grow with every experience you make. You've changed a lot and I…I really like what you've become, Henry Morgan."

They are close and his eyes slip down to her lips and a giddy feeling makes itself known in her belly because obviously she's been wrong and he at least thinks about kissing her. She waits almost a second and when she notices his eyes dart up to meet hers just to flick down to her lips once more, she just leans forward and gently brushes his mouth with hers.

It's so gentle, the softest touch ever and god, it feels amazing. He's careful, tentatively experimenting like he hasn't done this for quite some time and she realizes he probably hasn't. His hand slowly moves up to cup her cheek while his lips still move intensely gentle across hers.

It's a pretty amazing first kiss, she thinks and he must have the same thought because when he pulls back he smiles beautifully at her.

"Wow," he mumbles, quickly hiding his shy smile in her neck and laughter bubbles out of her.

"Yeah you can say that again."

"Wow," he repeats and she laughs, swiftly kissing his cheek.

Henry pulls her closer. "Come on, I'll show you some more pictures of baby Abe. That will teach him to be a bit nicer when I've got a woman over who I'm trying to impress."

She grins up at him, cuddling deeper into his embrace and lets him pulls her into another story of another lifetime.