flyingupward:
her eyes lift to meet his and it’s incredible, really, how he still has the same effect on her all these years later. she follows his hand as it takes her wrist, and slowly, she turns it so her fingers are interlocked with his. they can’t be together, now more than ever, not now that she’s A MONSTER AND A TRAITOR. no, john doggett is too good to be with someone like her. maybe he always has been. maybe something in him knew, all those nights ago when she’d given him every opportunity. maybe he’d seen then what she’s seeing now. ❝ no one else can, ❞ she says softly, ❝ when….he came to me, ❞ she can’t even say his name, ❝ i knew that it had to be me. i knew i’d have to live with myself and…i could deal with that, just knowing i was able to SPARE the rest of you. and now i can keep helping. so i will. ❞
oh. their fingers interlock and the breath leaves his body. after all these years, you’d think he’d be less obvious about it. he’s not. he’s just a fool. he’s always been a little bit more of a fool around her. “you’ve got help now.” he doesn’t let go of her hand. “you don’t gotta do it by yourself. mon, you don’t, alright? it’s not sparing the rest of us if you’re out there getting hurt. maybe you think you gotta live with having worked with him, but i’ve gotta live with not even knowing about it.”
















