#Harold/John

[qotu33]

POI: Break Me

(My Dark 3am musings. Read the tags first. Hankie required.)

JOHN?!" Harold reaches up to him, his eyes big and round without his glasses, shimmering with unshed tears. "Will you go? Please?"

"No."

"Please, John," Harold gasps, "save yourself!"

"No!"

John wants to reach back, to pick him up off the grey pavement and into his arms, but the spreading pool of blood beneath Harold's body and the self-satisfied smirk on Greer's face as he looks on, make his anger boil over. John will not walk away, to leave Harold to this fate, alone. He will not let this go unpunished. He will not just lay down and die for Samaritan.

"I assure you, Mr. Reese, we are not interested in you," Greer states. "Only your employer, as it were. Though, should you be in need of a job after this, we can always use more men with your skills."

John's own blood is already dripping from his sleeve. He watches it arc through the air as he brings his arm out in a karate chop straight to Greer's open throat with all the force he has left within him. Greer gags and coughs, surprise etched into his face. John smashes his knee into the cartilage of his nose for good measure. Someone rushes to Greer's aid but it's too late, he's already choking to death. Blood spits out of his mouth as his goons open fire on John.

Harold's voice is high pitched with fear, "JOHN!"

John's rage keeps him upright. He grabs a gun. The hot barrel burns the skin of his palm as he shoves the grip into a man's forehead. He switches hands to fire at the others, pulling the trigger until the magazine is empty.

Head shots.

He has no heart left for kneecaps.

No time for center mass.

They fall like dominoes.

Every.

Single.

One.

He's on his knees in the pool of Harold's blood, his own now rushing down his torso, to mix with Harold's as he drops the gun from nerveless fingers.

"John?" Harold's voice is faint. "My dear John..." His unshed tears spill down his cheeks and he blurs in front of John.

He reaches out again and John grips his hand, their fingers intertwining with ease.

"Harold," his own voice is rough. "I'm here. Everything's... going to be okay." He cups Harold's cheek in his free hand, runs a thumb under his eye to catch the tears. "Stay with me."

"I don't think... I can... John..."

John's own breathing is coming in awkward gasps now, his lungs refusing to fill with precious air. His brain tells him something is wrong but he's losing focus.

"Harold, I-" his mouth forms the words, but there's no sound anymore.

He finds Harold's cold lips with his own, presses a bloody kiss to them.

His head's heavy.

He rests it on Harold's chest.

Their fingers are still intertwined.

He won't ever let go.

Not even as Harold's grip loosens and his heart beat stutters to a stop.

In the distance, John hears a familiar voice, and closes his eyes.

"Wonderboy? Glasses? I got your call. Are you here? What the hell?!"

. . . . . . .

Fusco answers his phone on the second ring, his nerves strung tight, "Fusco." "Can. You. Hear. Me?" "Who the hell is this?" "I apologize, Detective Fusco," and now the voice sounds a lot like his recently dead friend still laying on the cold concrete of the sidewalk only two feet away. "I an artificial construct. My father is… was… the man you know as Harold Finch. I am in need of your help. More specifically, Ms. Shaw and Ms. Groves are in need of your help."

[diioonysus]

insects in art: butterflies

[selfieignite]

With the actors and writers strike in the U.S., I'm reminded of this tweet from John Cho who got zero payment from a residual check.

[x]

[vhbutter]

With the election coming up and the hopeful annihilation of sunak, it would only be sensible to draw the only Prime Minister that Britain needs

[garethschweitzer]

Harold Stevenson 1975

Photo by John Ardoin

[asyncamestel]

the ageless dream of winter

[thekingofspin]

At least If we voted saxon he'd try and help the NHS

[io-lu-art]

Your concerned 3rd party...

...is watching you.

[80smovies]

[incorrectquotesconaisseur]

for me, harold saxon and the master are very different flavours of babygirl and wildly different shades of homosexual. harold saxon is gay and homophobic. the master would call you slurs for fun but still call you by the right pronouns. they're not the same.

[tsukihasnolife]

"YOU ARE BEING WASHED, THE GOVERNMENT HAS A SECRET S-"

[linusbenjamin]

Person of Interest + music ♫ (@danesdehaan)

[diioonysus]

it's all in the eyes

[rushingheadlong]

Keep Yourself Alive (1973)

[thefugitivesaint]

Sidney Harold Meteyard (1868-1947), ''A Day with John Milton'', 1913 Source

[doctor-spengler]

Stripes: Bill Murray and Harold Ramis get in trouble with the goverment

Ghostbusters: Bill Murray and Harold Ramis get in trouble with the goverment (Sci-Fi Edition!)