A/N – I know, it's been ages since I updated this, but this is the final chapter of this story. But if you have read this story, but can't remember, then, I suggest you go back and scan over it so that you have a better idea as to what has gone on.
I love Eureka, and I own it in my dreams – unfortunately I don't in reality, but if I did, do you really think I would be so cruel to make you all wait till June? :)
CHAPTER NINE – ECHO
… someone got him in the arm with a needle, and he immediately felt drowsy – his weak efforts continued, but his rhythm slowed down until the blackness finally drew him in as he was pulled away.
He woke to the quiet sound of beeping, and as his eyes opened and the bright lights streamed in, it caused him to squeeze his eyes closed once again. He rubbed at them, trying to block out any light that was seeping through. Slower this time, he reluctantly opened his eyelids allowing his blue eyes to squint for a little while as he adjusted to his surroundings. He was in a small cubical created by the patterned, turquoise curtain that cut him off from the rest of the medical bay. He closed his eyes as images flashed through his mind as he remembered the events that led to him being there.
He had killed her.
"JoJo…" he mumbled as he bent his head in sorrow.
She was gone.
Gone forever. Her whole future disappeared, because of him. She will never aim her gun at him again. They will never have another argument. They will never go on a first date together, and he will never bring her a red rose. They will never share another kiss. And he will never have the opportunity to tell her that he loved her…
He admitted it; he had finally admitted to himself how he truly felt about her. All these years he had loved her but he couldn't even let himself consider ever even thinking the word. Yet now, thinking it, feeling it, knowing it, it felt right, he should love her, he is meant to love her, and he is supposed to love her. But it was too late…
A silent, lone tear slipped from the corner of his eye as it made its way down his left cheek. He felt like he had died inside. He felt hollow. Numb. If only he'd waited until the rescue crew had gotten there, and then maybe, maybe he wouldn't have murdered the woman he loved…
As he was sitting there grieving, a nurse with short, fiery-red hair whipped back the curtain and walked in. Through the haze of emotionless self-hatred and loss, he didn't really see her, didn't truly feel her touch when she took his arm to take blood, or hear her words when she spoke kindly about how well he was recovering.
"Mr Donovan, you were very brave down there, keeping a level head when everyone else was panicking. From what I hear; you were more in-control than Miss Lupo," she chatted on as she gently slid the needle into his arm.
His entire body tensed when she mentioned her name, but she just continued to babble on.
"Yeah, very brave, especially giving her an electric shock to kill her to try and save her life! I don't think anyone else would do it, not at risk of being shot. She sure is feisty that one, and downright dangerous too when she wants to be. I know for a fact that I would chicken out if I were in your shoes. Heck, I don't even want to be in this building when she wakes up."
His head snapped around to face her.
"Pardon?" he asked; his face still grim but hope now building in his voice.
"No-one told you?" she asked in disbelief. The expression he gave her prompted her to continue. "I'm sorry, I thought you knew! You thought you killed her didn't you? Well she is doing just fine, you managed to revive her when you were down there before they took you away, you must have blacked out just before anyone had a chance to tell you. I'm so sorry that you didn't know sooner. You must have been so worried. Look I'll take your blood down for testing, and then I'll speak to Dr. Blake about taking you down later to visit Miss Lupo for a little while," she said as she stood up – blood-filled, glass vial in hand –and left in a hurry, forgetting to close the curtain back over.
Zane gave a half smirk as he saw that the duty station wasn't occupied. There was no 'maybe', 'later' or 'little while' about it; he was going to see her, right now. He couldn't believe it, not fully until he saw her with his own eyes.
He sat up and pivoted around so that his legs were dangling off the edge of the bed, tore off the metal disks from his temples, and the machine complained immediately with wild beeping. As he jumped off the bed he stumbled a little and his head whirled. He felt stiff and drowsy from having slept so long, but that wasn't going to stop him. A cold breeze bit at the bare skin of his back and he realised was only wearing a hospital gown – open back. He turned and looked in the drawers next to the bed but found nothing.
"Where are pants when you need them?" he absently asked himself. Looking around; he spotted a medical cart ahead. He snuck over to it and found that he was in luck; there was a stack of new blue scrubs to one side of the cart. He grabbed a pair and went back to his cubicle to change.
A few minutes later he pulled back the curtain, only to find himself face to face with Dr. Blake who stood in front of his cube, arms crossed with a vaguely disappointed frown, yet her eyes gave away the fact that she was also amused.
"Dr. Blake," he commented in a deflated tone, annoyed now that he had been caught executing his 'Great Escape'.
"My pager just went off; telling me that my equipment no longer detected a heartbeat; indicating that you had gone into Sudden Cardiac Arrest," she informed him, trying to sound moderately annoyed.
He gave a sheepish shrug, more annoyed at having been caught than any actual wrong doing.
She turned and began to walk away, waving her hand to him, gesturing for him to follow, and he did, struggling to keep pace with her. "After how you acted yesterday afternoon, I should have known that you would try and go straight to her." She led him to outside a cubicle closed off by a curtain and paused with her fingers wrapped around the hem. "Be forewarned, we've been easing her out of a medically induced coma. She's still sleeping, but she could wake up at any moment now, and I don't think she will be too happy when she remembers what happened."
Zane just nodded in impatience, and she pushed back the heavy material in her hand to revel a peacefully sleeping Jo. He stepped inside and sat down on the chair next to her. He wrapped his hands around one of hers and was glad to feel its warmth. He had almost forgotten Alison's presence until she spoke up again.
"Henry managed to counteract Dr Kings' formula just in time. The rescue team were given an antidote before going down. It was also distributed to everyone in section four, including you and Jo. You two were the worst affected – probably because you're lab was next to Dr Kings', luckily there was no one else even close to her lab," she stopped but continued to watch him cautiously "It takes a while for your hormones to completely balance out, so you may still feel dizzy, a little cold and you may not feel completely like your old self yet." She stood beside him, watching with a worried expression on her face; clearly he wasn't schooling his features as well as he thought he had because she figured out his train of thought in seconds. "Zane, you have to know that we wouldn't have gotten there on time to give her the antidote before her lungs gave way. You saved her life."
"It doesn't feel like it," he muttered under his breath as he turned around to face Jo once more, but she still heard it, yet she knew to back off and let it drop.
"I'm going to give you two some space," he heard her say over his shoulder, and then the sound of the curtain closing behind her as she left.
His eyes never left Jo. Her hair was still loose around her shoulders and he smiled a little at the memory as to how he was responsible for that. He brought her still hand to his face and kissed it gently and kept it there whilst he listened to the machine that echoed her beating heart.
Time was lost as he sat there waiting patiently. Nurses came in and out to check on Jo. Every now and then the rhythmic beeping of her heart would cause him to drift off for a short while, but he kept waking up to her sleeping face. He didn't dare move.
As night fell he was still sat there in the chair beside her bed with her hand wrapped in his, he drifted off once more, but was woken by the movement of her hand and her croaky voice.
His head shot up and his eyes immediately connected with hers.
"Would you like some water?" he asked "You sound like you have a dry throat." He was trying to be as helpful as he could to her whilst she was in this vulnerable state - never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he would associate the word vulnerable with Jo.
She nodded, so he let go of her hand and walked to the foot of her bed and poured her a drink with the jug of water and the glass that had been kindly placed earlier by one of the nurses in preparation. He walked back over to Jo and handed her the glass as he sat back down, she shifted to sit up better even though she was already propped up with God knows how many pillows. She took a few sips before she handed the glass back to him. He placed it on the bedside table and then turned to face her.
"You electrocuted me!" she accused, her voice was fierce but it did not meet her eyes. "I will get my revenge." she mocked.
"How about you do it after our date." he teased and was rewarded by the shock in her eyes.
"What makes you think I'll agree to this?" she asked.
"The fact that you were dreaming about me when we were down there," he counteracted.
"How do you know it wasn't a nightmare?" she challenged.
"Trust me, it was a good dream" he replied smug. She didn't respond and he knew he had won this fight. "So the sooner you get better, the sooner we can have our date. Just imagine the looks on people's faces when they see us together." He watched as a smile grew across her face and he leaned over and cupped her cheek and watched as a deep-pink blush coloured her cheeks.
Cater walked in - as usual, interrupting their moment. Zane slid his hand back down into his lap.
"Hey you're awake," He said as he smiled at Jo and then turned to Zane. "Alison asked me to bring these down to you, she had to clean them using some sort of sonic cleaning thingy - but she said you might want them back," he said whilst handing a pile of clothing to Zane. "I'm gonna leave you two lovebirds alone now," he continued with a knowing smile - looking between Zane and Jo, as he left.
After the embarrassment to the 'love-birds' comment wore off, Zane rummaged through his jeans' pockets from the pile of clothes in his hands, before he finally managed to grasp the solid object he was looking for. He pulled out the ring and placed it in Jo's open palm.
"It belongs with you," he stated. She opened her mouth to speak, and he could tell she was about to protest, so he stopped her before she could "I already gave this to you and I don't want to hear anything else about it." He watched as she shut her mouth and closed her hand around the small object.
"Thank you," was all she said.
"Now about this date..."
A/N – Yay, happy ending… for now – as this story continues in _ (not yet decided on a title yet – I haven't event finished writing it so, you know what they say; patience is a virtue)
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