Wheeee! Still have a few minutes to spare. I missed posting here so have scrambled up something from the cobwebs of my mind.

Title: (am stupid with titles so it doesn't have one)
Word Count: 509
Rating: PG ('cuz is sad)
Archive: Whatever




The wall came down today. It crumbled suddenly, so suddenly that Jenna almost missed it. She had been so deep in planning and plotting, wishing and praying for the wall to end that she almost missed the actual event.

"Jenna?"

"Yeah, hon."

"Jenna, I got to tell you something."

To tell her something. When was the last time he had told her anything. When was the last time he felt he needed to? Therapy, counseling, nagging... nothing had worked. He had remained isolated, wrapped up in his own disease, his own pain and ignorant of hers.

"What's that honey?" Jenna gripped his hand; she rubbed his fingertips. "Tell me, what?"

"I got to tell you something you don't want to hear... and then something you're not gonna believe."

His voice was so weak, so weak now. Jenna reached to stroke his head, poor head, surrounded by so many problems. He struggled against her hand, against the sheets, against his himself and tried to pull himself up.

"The doctors," he continued. "The doctors, they think I'm going to die." He grasped the bed rail and pulled his face close to hers. "The doctors, they are wrong."

Jenna could feel the tears trickling down her face. He couldn't admit defeat, not even now. He thought he could live, could keep going--even through this--just by force of sheer willpower.

"But honey," she sniffed. "The doctors have done everything..."

"I know." He leaned back against the pillow. "I know. The doctors have done all that they know how, but they are wrong." The strength came back to his voice. "They are wrong!"

Jenna reached for the tissues, why did he always have to be right. If he would just admit what was going on... what was happening to him. If he could talk about it with her it would make the decisions she knew were coming... it would make them easier. If she just knew what he wanted...

"Jenna, don't cry." His cheek was wet. "Don't cry, someone has to be the strong one and I don't think it will be me... not anymore."

"Jenna, the doctors are wrong. They say I will die. They have done all they can and it is up to us to face the rest. Well, it is up to us, but I want you to know that I will never die... not as long as I am in your heart."

The wall came down; Jenna laid her head on the bed and sobbed.

"It's alright Jenna." His hand found her hair. "It's alright. But now we need to talk."

Jenna pressed her head against the bedrail. Why should they talk now, now that nothing could be said or done. It was all too late. Then she remembered the silent days of watching and waiting for him to bring down the wall. All the times she had wanted to talk with him--he didn't have much time left for talking.

"You're right,” Jenna looked deep into his eyes. “You won't ever die." And then he smiled.