I know it's been a little over five months since I last updated and I'm sorry for the not updating. I've had some personal problems and my writing kind of took the back burner for a while. This is the last chapter in my story, just because I think I lost touch with the story. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Doom.


Chapter 11:

Ella sighed as she climbed from the hospital bed. She was still a little weak, but after two additional days in the hospital, the doctors gave her the okay to go home, but what home did she have to go to? Sam and John had brought her some fresh clothes to change into, and Sam had even gotten her a new pair of glasses. How Sam knew her prescription, she didn't know, but she really didn't care, she just cared that she could see. As she finished dressing, a knock sounded on the door and she buttoned her jeans.

"Come in!" she called as she turned around. John walked in with a small smile on his face. Ella found herself blushing when she looked at him. "Hey," she said and John closed the distance between them.

"Hey," he said softly as he looked down at her. "How are you feeling?" he asked her gently and she smiled.

"Fine, a little weak, but I'm glad to be leaving. Although, I don't have the slightest idea where I'm going," she said as she turned and went to pick up her bag from the chair. However, John beat her to it.

"You'll be staying with me, along with Sam," he said and he held out his hand to her. She looked at him questioningly. "Neither of you have a place to go. I've got an apartment, but it isn't much." John reached and took her hand into his. He gave it a squeeze and she nodded.

"Okay," she said gently and he led her from the room. "Um, John?" she asked as they walked outside. She noticed several men walking around in armed forces uniform.

"Hmm?" he asked as they walked.

"Exactly what kind of hospital have I been in?" John chuckled and looked down at her.

"A military hospital, but you're on your way home," John said as he looked back ahead and they walked outside. The cool air hit Ella full force and she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She stopped and John looked at her. "What's wrong?" John asked and she smiled as she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Nothing," she said softly and John smiled at her before he led her to his waiting car. "Where's Sam?" she asked as he opened the door for her. He chuckled as he threw her bag in the backseat.

"She went to the store. I was a little low on groceries," he said. Ella nodded and made to climb in when John stopped her. "Ella," he whispered and she looked up at him. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked as he moved his hand up to her face. Ella felt her stomach flip several times and smiled.

"I've never been better," she whispered and John returned her smile before he leaned in and kissed her lips briefly.

"Let's get you home then," he said and she nodded as she climbed inside the car. John shut the door and walked around the car before he too climbed in. Soon, they were on their way home.


"It really isn't much," John said as he unlocked the door and let her inside. Ella smiled and shook her head slightly as she followed him inside. He sat her bag down near the door and she stepped around him while he closed the door. There was the usual living room furniture and she looked at him.

"This is more than I had up on the station," Ella told him. She sighed once again and leaned against the wall, the walk up the stairs had drained her of what energy she had left and John was suddenly at her side.

"Ella?" he asked and she smiled at him.

"I'm alright, just weak," she told him. He nodded and scooped her up into his arms with no effort. John carried her down the hall and Ella saw into the kitchen, one bedroom, and then he carried her into the back bedroom. "Whose room is this?" she asked as he settled her onto the dark covers and took her shoes off. John didn't answer her; he just settled on the bed at her feet and pulled her legs over his lap. "John?"

"It's ours," he said softly and she smiled as she sat up slowly. It was then that she looked him over, finally being able to see him clearly; she noticed no cut on his face, and he looked like he was perfectly fine.

"I was scared," she said softly as her blue eyes met his hazel ones.

"We all were," he said and Ella shook her head as she put her hand over his much larger ones.

"I was scared that it was going to chose me, that I was going to be turned by one of those creatures," she said and John turned his hands to clasp hers tightly in his.

"It wouldn't have. It would have just killed you," John said.

"I helped create it. I helped make C24," she told him. "If I would have just reasoned with Dr. Carmack a little more maybe he wouldn't have done the testing." John shook his head.

"You don't know that, and you didn't know what C24 would do. You didn't know that it would turn some people into monsters." Ella sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Will we ever be able to put this behind us?" she asked him softly.

"In time," John told her, "but it will always be a part of us." Ella nodded and closed her eyes. She decided then that it was probably a good idea to change the subject.

"So, this is our room?" she asked as she lifted her head and looked at him. John nodded his head. "What made you think I would share a room with you? I mean, we've only recently started seeing each other."

"Well, I was thinking since we've known each other since we were little, it wouldn't be a problem," he said and Ella smiled as she rested her forehead against his. Her body still ached a bit and her shoulder was still sore, but it felt good to be so close to him. John wrapped his arm around her lower back.

"I suppose that it's a good idea, I really don't want to share a room with your sister," Ella said gently and John chuckled before he titled his head and kissed her cheek. Ella smiled and pulled her head back from him and looked at him.

John took in her features, her skin was still pale and the few scrapes she had on her face was healing nicely. The glasses Sam had gotten her suited her face well, but he wanted to see her eyes fully. He raised his left hand that had remained on her legs to her face and pulled the silver frames from her face and she blinked a few times as she looked at him questioningly. He had loved her for so long, but when she had gone with Sam, he put her in his past because she had chosen his sister over him. However, as time passed he realized that he had done the same thing to her as her parents did.

When Ella was eleven her parents separated and later divorced, but it was a difficult battle. Ella was every bit the daddy's girl and her father loved her more than life itself. When it came down to which parent maintained custody of her, she told the judge she wanted to be with her father and after reviewing the file the judge granted it. However, her mother never came to pick her up for their weekend visits and the last time she had ever seen her mother was when the tall, brunette woman stalked out of the courtroom.

"John, what are you thinking?" she asked him softly and he sighed.

"About you, and the hell I put you through," he said. Ella frowned.

"You never did anything to me," she told him slightly confused.

"I just walked away from you that day you told me you were going up to that place with Sam," he said. "I was so angry with you and I just walked away." Ella gave him a small smile and raised her hand to his face.

"John, you had every right to be angry, but I will admit a part of me died that day," she finished slowly as she lowered her hand from his face to rest on his chest, just over his heart. "It's back though," she told him at his crestfallen face. "It's here and here," she moved her hand from his chest and wrapped her fingers around his left hand before she pulled his hand to her chest and rested it between her breasts, right over her own heart. "And I don't think it's going away anytime soon." John smiled and kissed her. Ella closed her eyes and returned his kiss before a throat clearing from the doorway caught their attention. John pulled back and Ella looked over his head and blushed when she saw Samantha standing there.

"So, do I have to start ordering the invitations?" Samantha asked as she walked into the room.

"Invitations?" Ella asked and Samantha smiled before she settled in the chair across from the bed.

"For the wedding, I mean I know it's bound to happen sooner or later," she said and it was John's turn to blush. Ella smiled and looked at John who hesitantly met her gaze.

"Someday maybe," she said softly, "but right now, we good just the way we are." John smiled and Ella kissed him one more time before the three of them chatted once again, all three doing their best to put the past two weeks behind them.

The End