Just A One-shot Between John And Amanda The Night Before She Goes Into The Nerve Gas House. I love This Paring So Enjoy And Please Review.

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Amanda sat at the desk in a gloomy lit room, thinking to herself. She knew she had an important task ahead of her tomorrow but something else was praying on her mind. Coughing from the bed behind shook her out of her and quickly jumped up and rushed to John's side.

"John?" she whispered "are you okay?" John turned to look at her.

"Amanda, do you understand what you have to do tomorrow, everything must be in place?"

"I understand" she replied

"Good", after a pause "Amanda can you please get me a drink of water?" He said turning to look at her again.

"Of course" she said and stood up and refilled the glass. From outside the room she could hear John coughing again, she knew he was dying the cancer was slowly destroying him but he refused to let it affect his work. She knew that she would be the one to carry on his work after he died. And she loved that, she loved that he trusted her and wanted her to do such an important job. She just couldn't bear to think about him leaving her yet. He had helped her saved her and she loved him. She wiped her eyes, walked back over to the bed where John was lying. She carefully brought the glass to his lips so he could drink the liquid then put the glass on the table and sat back down on the bed beside John.

"Amanda what's wrong" he asked sensing something was not right.

"I'm fine" she lied

John sighed and held her face in his hands, he looked her in the eyes and said "It will be alright, I promise" he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and she lay her head on his chest. Her stomach was in butterflies. She didn't know how long the pair of them laid there but she didn't care, she loved being near him she severed every moment she had with him she felt safe there in his arms and she never wanted that to end.