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Jake Stone Imagine

JAKE STONE IMAGINE FROM THE LIBRARIANS
FOR amandasenor I changed it a little from the original plot
WARNING: swearing and attempt at suicide

     You walked into the annex one day to find that no one was there, but the place was trashed. You used magic to fix it and you immediatley knew who was behind this. James Moriarty's goones. You were an assassin before you were a guardian and had shot James Moriarty. He was dead now, but he still had his faithful followers. His followers had been tracking you down and now you knew that they had found you. You knew what you had to do. You had to die, you couldn't put anyone else in danger, espcially Stone. Yes, you had fallen in love with the man you were protecting. You ran to your house, but immediatley stopped when you saw him. He hadn't noticed you yet, and that was a good thing. Jake Stone was on your doorstep, probably waiting for you to come out. You decided to sneak in through the back door of your small one story house. You snuck around back and went in through that door.

     "What are you doin'?" Great, just great, Stone.

     "How'd you get in here?" You asked.

     "Ezekiel picked the the lock for me," he explained.

     "Go away Stone," you spat. He nodded and started to walk away. You didn't stay to find out if he really left, you just bolted to your bedroom and got out your pistol. You decided you didn't want to die right away, so instead of aiming for your head, you aimed for your stomach.

     "(Y/N)!" I heard Stone yell from the doorway.

     "Leave me the hell alone, Stone!" you sobbed.

     "No!" he shouted, and you heard heavy footfalls, signifying that he was running to you. You didn't want to change your mind about this, so you pulled the trigger. You gasped at the pain, but decided to push back the tears. You dropped the gun to the floor, it was done, now you die. You felt your body being picked up and you saw that Stone had tears in his eyes.

     "I'm sorry, I had to keep you safe," I told him in a very quiet voice. I then was picked up bridal style and I could tell that Stone was running. I sighed. "It's too late," I told him. "You'll get over it," I sighed.

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Stone's POV

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     She was dying. The love of my life was dying, and it was in my arms. What was worse is that she fucking thought that I would fucking be able to get over it. I ran into the annex and called for Jenkins. Everyone came rushing in and gasped when they saw her, well, all except Colonel Baird. She was smirking.

     "So the bitch finally had the guts to do it, huh?" she asked.

     "What are you talking about?!" I shouted at her.

     "Let me show you," she smirked as she walked over to (Y/N)'s dying body. She lifted up her sleeve to show cuts on her arm. They looked self inflicted.

     "No," I muttered as it dawned on me. She had depression.

     "That's not why I did it," (Y/N) coughed out. "It's to keep you.... safe.... from... James Moriarty's..... followers," she coughed every few words.

     "Don't try to talk," Jenkins said as he applied pressure to the wound.

     "Why not? It'll make me die faster," she sighed. Then Jenkins bent down next to her ear and told her something. She put her hand to her wound and a green light emitted from it. Slowly the blood was being brought back into her body and the wound was closing. Soon the wound looked like an old scar. She got up and ran to her house.

     "What did you tell her?" Jones asked.

     "A good question, that Stone, will have to go find out," Jenkins said. They all looked to me and I sighed.

     "Fine," I stomped towards her house. I knocked on the door and it was opened by a very glum and tired (Y/N). She almost collasped and she would have if it wasn't for me catching her in my arms. "Wow! Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded.

     "Just, magic drains one's energy," she sighed as she  quickly got out of my arms and walked over to the couch to sit down.

     "What did Jenkins tell you?" I asked as I sat next to her on the couch. She sighed and turned to face me. I was very surprised by what happened next. She kissed me. (Y/N). Kissed. Me! Then I knew what he said to her. He must've told her about my feelings for her. It was then that I realized that I wasn't kissing back and she pulled away with a slightly disheatened look on her face. I shook my head and pulled her in for another kiss. "I love you," I murmered against her lips.