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despite most of his physical attention being devoted to the overwhelming number of terrorists, john mcclane couldn’t deny that you still occupied the larger part of his mind. did it take a hostage situation and multiple near death experiences for him to realise he should’ve been a better husband? probably. but at least he figured it out before it was too late. well, he hoped it wasn’t too late.

police forced their way into nakatomi plaza as the hostages piled out, breathing the refilling of the fresh night air. despite his cuts and bruises, john limped across the front of the skyscraper, trying to hide the rising panic in his stomach.

but the sound of his name, and the familiar sound of your voice brought him out of his spiral, and he spun around, looking for you like his life depended on it.