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Natasha heard the ringing in her ears before she felt her eyes start to blink open. “hmm…” she groaned, blinking her eyes awake. She hadn’t seen him in weeks, since she left to try and work herself out. To clear her head so she could make this work, make them work. Natasha had been on her way up to the apartment post her long mission to come and see him. When she got into a fight in the staircase, one wrong move and the needle was in her neck. 

As her vision became less hazy, she could see Eames sitting across from her, studying his face first. That’s when the lights clicked on and voice came through a speaker she could barely understand. “You have thirty minutes. Make a decision, Natalia.”. Wasn’t it always geared towards her? 

“Eames…” she whispered. “I’m so sorry…” she said, the trigger tight in her hand. “Just press the button. You know it’s the right thing." 

Natasha only moved when she heard him groan from moving. “You could have said you were awake,” she said from her spot, cocking an eye halfway open. She was so damn exhausted. Despite almost a week of being in a sleeping coma, that dream….

“How are you feeling?” she asked, opening her eyes completely this time. Her fingers comb back through her red mess of hair, some of it straight, some of it curly, mostly just a mess in it’s long glory.

“Here,” she stood up from the bigger hospital recliner and went to a bag in the corner, pulling out a bottle of Johnny Walker Black. “It’s your favorite and a lot better than the saline drip they have you on.” she says with a little smile, setting it on the table for him to take as his own. 

“Then I wouldn’t’ve gotten t'watch you sleeping there all peaceful like,” he pointed out, somehow managing to flash her the barest of smiles. It had been far too long since he’d been able to do nothing more than sit and watch Natasha. The dream or whatever it was where they were had reminded him just why he’d stuck around after the end of the job she’d hired him for. And it had reminded him that it was okay to love another, that it was okay to love her even if she kept trying to push him away. Had he not done the same thing at some point? Had he not tried to push her away as well? It didn’t matter. Not any more. They had more important things to talk about.

“Like I’ve been run over by a bloody lorry,” was the only thing he could think of saying. Eames wasn’t even certain why he felt that way, just that there were aches in his body that weren’t there the last time he’d been awake. “What happened to us? I thought that explosion would’ve taken us out. This isn’t some sort of after life is it?” Not that he actually believed in such a thing but how else could he explain how they were both still alive after the explosion that should have taken them both out? Unless it was some sort of dream. His eyes flickered down to his wrist, looking for the tell-tale signs of the cannula. All he saw were the ones courtesy of the hospital. Not all that helpful, he mused as he closed his eyes once again.

Looking over at the table, another grin quickly replaced the smile from before. Natasha did know his tastes and he was grateful for something other than the stuff they’d hooked him up to. “Cheers, love, you are a godsend,” he teased, knowing that once he felt just a bit better he’d be tucking into it. Until then, though, he reached out for Natasha, wiggling his fingers so that she got the message. They were alive and at that moment he just needed to feel her skin underneath his own to know that this was real and not some sort of screwed up dream.

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