And it's time time time [OTA]

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Fox had spent the time in Rob's car, finding a quiet place to park it away from the medical centre, and away from the resort, and as hard as it was to fathom - just away from everyone. There were quiet places when you knew where to look. She'd had a bag with a burger and fries in it that she'd worked on slowly, not even noticing when it had gone

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Wesley knew what today meant. He hadn't spoken to Fox about the fact for a few days because he didn't want to keep bringing it up if she didn't want to talk about it. But he knew. Sure, he was an assassin, and he had taken lives, but the lives he had taken had been evil bastards, even if Sloan had be screwing with the Fate deal.

This was different though. He didn't know if Fox loved the dude, but it had to be pretty damn close, and now she had his life in her hands. She probably didn't want it, but at the same time, he just knew that if the guy's life had to be in anyone's hands, Fox would prefer it to be here, even if she didn't need to like it. At the same time, though, if the soldier was in there suffering, wouldn't it be better to pull the plug anyway? But it wasn't his decision to make. Fox's decision was to keep him hooked up, or not. If she didn't want to, the staff would pull the plug anyway. Wesley had tried to put himself in Fox's position for the last twenty four hours, and as much as he hated to admit it, he would selfishly want to keep the switch on rather than sitting and watching someone he loved die. There was always a chance he might get better later and wake up, right?

He came into the room quietly, not wanting to spook her or disturb the nurse dude asleep in the other bed. He sat down beside her and took her free hand. "Want me to taser him? He might wake up from the zap."

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Fox wet her lips as she squeezed Wesley's hand to let him know she knew he was there even if she wasn't taking her gaze off the soldier just yet. "Maybe," she admitted quietly.

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"He looks better," Wesley offered nervously. "Less like a corpse, you know, got some colour and stuff. That's gotta be good, right?" Maybe it was just the lighting. "And you know, seriously, what the fuck? Why would he want to wake up with a dirty great tube down his throat? It's probably making him feel dead. The dude's probably in there confused as all fuck."

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Fox nodded. "He does. And I hope so, but he's still not awake. I'm running out of time, Wesley. I'm... I'm scared." She frowned a little as she finally turned to look at him. "I don't give a fuck about him being confused. I'm out here bordering on a nervous breakdown. He's breaking me. He can't just lie there and get away with it."

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Wesley bit down on his lip, watching her for a moment. "Are you saying you want out? It's too much hassle? Because you can walk away, you know. You can," he told her. "But you walk away, and with something like this, there is no second chance."

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"I'm saying I want him awake so I can beat the shit out of him for putting me through this. Then I just want to be able to fuck his brains out and not let him out of my bed for a long, long time. I just want him away from this place." Fox let out a frustrated growl. "I'm not walking away, not after this long."

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"Do you love him?" Wesley asked softly, holding her gaze.

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Fox hesitated, but not because she didn't know the answer. She did, it was just that saying it out loud would mean something. "Yes," she said in a whisper.

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Wesley wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. No wonder it was so fucking hard for her. Having to decide to respect the wishes of someone you loved or pull the plug? It was impossible. "Maybe you should just hang on, then? I mean, I can't tell you what to do. Of course I can't. You shot yourself in the head because it was Fate, and now you gotta be wondering if his death is Fate and you've already fucked with it too much. But maybe it's time to follow your heart and fuck Fate?"

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Fox hugged him back, burying her face into his shoulder. For once she was willing to let him see her vulnerable because she needed him to be here to pick her up if she did break. A couple of tears escaped, and she cursed under her breath. Now she was weak, and crying. "Maybe," she finally conceded. "His car showed up, that divorce thing, the article... It can't just end like this. Why would it have showed up at all if he was going to die?"

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"Hey, I didn't exactly want to see you die, either. I went in there to kick Sloan's ass, not watch you take yourself out," Wesley told her. "But see? I get it. It's crap awful. It's not fair. This is why he gave you the choice, you know. Can you see that now? He didn't want you to have to watch him die."

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She nodded as she still clung to him. "I'm sorry," she said, realising that she felt a need to apologise if Wesley had felt anything like she did now when he watched her die. "If it could have gone any other way, I would have stepped out of the way."

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"Yeah, but you didn't, and you died, and it fucking sucked," Wesley told her. He wasn't doing it to make her feel bad, just so she knew that he got in on some level. "If we could see the future, we would all be bastards and never love anyone because it would be boring and predictable. You could just try giving him a smack in the face. He might like being smacked around a bit."

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Fox managed a small laugh as she pulled back enough to look at Wesley, her forehead resting against his. "I'm glad you're here... I couldn't do this without you."

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"No, because I'm indispensible like that. Just remember it's him to you want to belt the shit out and not me, okay? I had my fair share," he joked with a small smirk at her.

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"Okay," she agreed, kissing the spot just under his eye before she pulled away completely to hold Rob's hand again. "You'll still miss it."