He put a hand up to touch her face, but she jerked away, her throat tight with panic. "Don't you sacrifice yourself for me and leave me to live with it. I won't let you. And I'll hate you for it." "Don't say that, Catherine." "Well, what the hell do you want me to say?" she shouted. I want you to say you love me. He took a step towards her, and this time she didn't back away. She said it. She couldn't believe it, couldn't even say it without stuttering. But she said it. Then he set a hand on her hip, and she stepped into his arms, and it was all so, so simple. Something shivered and let go at his touch, something she'd never even known she was holding on to. And with a jerk of recognition, she found that dark unmapped territory in her own heart that was his already-- shaped to him, made for him, the exact width and breadth and depth of him.
-- Spin State, Chris Moriarty











