Don't worry, there's nothing extreme in this little bonus. (Unless you count extreme fluff, of course.) But this was just a little idea I had, one of the nights Blake spent down in the tunnels with Jason and Lisa. I'd recommend you to read Lady_Voorhees' "The Strange Good Girl" and my own little fan series, "Guardian Angels" first. Adorable One Shot.

Guardian Angels:: Sweets

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*Sometime around midnight, the Tunnels*

Jason let out a sigh of relief as he dropped through the concealed hole in the side of the old, overturned bus in the woods. He was grateful, grateful that no more of those robe-wearing zealots were wandering about his lands. Perhaps earlier he had killed off the remainder. That was a much more pleasant thought then thinking that any of those foul excuses for life escaped his justice. But still, not nearly as pleasant as what awaited the giant killer in the main living chamber of his subterranean lair. Feeling impatient to return after a tiring evening of setting, checking, and maintaining his traps in the blistering cold and snow, a gentle whisper from Mother in his ear reminded him to be patient.

"Jason, child. It's alright. They're safe and right where you left them. You want to keep them safe right?"

With a grunt, Jason nodded. Yes, he needed to keep his most valued treasures protected, and to do so, he must focus on his work. See to it that every entrance to his underground labyrinth was secure from prying eyes and meddling hands. It was up to him to slaughter the riffraff that came snooping around and disturbed the peaceful tranquility he fought so valiantly to maintain. Once the secret tunnel was covered up with a heavy mesh grate, Jason strode purposefully down the narrow mine shaft, taking in the heavy, wet earthy and pine scent with satisfaction. He was ready to relax, but there was still one more thing he needed to do.

Upon entering his living quarters, the massive brute set his duffel bag filled with his trap building materials down on the slightly lopsided work table resting on one side of the pathway. He did so quietly, not wanting to disrupt the small, sleeping form curled up on the makeshift bed of camping pads, sleeping bags, and blankets nearby. Smiling beneath his mask, Jason looked down at his peacefully resting mate. Lisa. His good girl. She just looked so content, with the corners of her lips turned up softly, snuggled up in a mound of warm blankets and hugging a pillow in her arms. It was then the masked giant noticed that it was originally the one he used, seeing as where he slept next to her was rather sparse at the moment. He chuckled softly, pleased that Lisa had missed him the way she did. After pulling one of her blankets over her exposed shoulder, the hulking man knelt down, lifted his mask just enough to reveal his misshapen lips, and gently kissed his little female's temple. Although Lisa didn't make a sound, she shifted a little and her smile grew a bit bigger.

'I'll be with you in a bit, little one.' Jason thought to himself, with a pleased grunt.

But first...

The masked man turned around with a start, reaching for the hilt of his machete out of sheer instinct when a dry, cracked, coughing noise disrupted the serenity of his domain. As quickly as he started, Jason halted himself, knowing that there would be no need for his blade here. Oh no, he would NEVER turn his blade on the sweet, gentle, innocent little creature currently residing in his bed.

Blake, his and Lisa's young guest for the time being. She had been ill and severely injured when they rescued her from her captors. Despite Jason's and Lisa's best efforts to care for her, the sickness lingered. The poor little thing hadn't been able to get a night of good, uninterrupted sleep either, what with the terrible nightmares she suffered from. Jason could relate, as he used to relive watching his beloved Mother's death every night when he went to bed. Luckily, a lot of his bad dreams had faded away into obscurity once he met his good girl.

Jason snapped from his thoughts as he heard Blake moan softly and saw that she had woken up once again. Since Lisa was still asleep, it was his turn to see to her needs. Not that he minded, as their new little guest was pleasant company and he liked being around her. Despite his large, intimidating presence quickly looming over the child as he approached, Blake managed a shy smile up at him as she sat up in bed, hugging the old teddy bear Jason had given her the day before close to her body. She looked a little bit shaken up, reminding Jason of a fawn hiding in the thickets from a hungry predator. Most would scream and flee at the mere sight of the Crystal Lake Killer. But not Blake. She took comfort from his presence and strength. He was, after all, one of her guardian angels.

"J-Jason? D-did you f-find a-any -cough, cough- m-more of t-the bad people outside?" the little girl asked.

She sounded both sleepy and timid, which was understandable. Jason shook his head and sat down on her bedside, taking off his glove and putting a large, bear paw-sized hand on Blake's forehead. It was uncomfortably hot, just as he suspected. He was taken be surprise, however, as the girl leaned against him, feeling relief from his cool, calloused skin that soothed her fever.

"I... I h-had -cough, cough- another nightmare, Jason," Blake shuddered and closed her eyes, fighting the urge to let her tears flow, "T-the things t-that t-the b-b-bad people -cough, cough, cough- w-were going to... d-do to me if -cough- y-y-you and Lisa didn't m-make t-them g-g-go away..."

Before the child risked upsetting herself anymore, Jason quieted her down, gently pulling Blake closer and letting her rest against his side. That was merely an awful dream. It wouldn't be able to hurt her. But his power, his protection, his warmth... that was real. That was something Blake could touch and take comfort in. A deep, rumbling purr reverberated within the mountain of muscle's chest as his charge settled down. While he was still new at being a surrogate parent and was usually better at breaking rather than fixing, Jason had surprised himself with just how skilled he was at caring for Blake.

Speaking of which, he didn't much care for how badly and consistently she was coughing. Not only could it wake Lisa, it prevented the little one from getting her much needed sleep. Upon closer inspection, the bandages covering Blake's wounds could also use a change. On the overturned crates beside the bed, Lisa had the forethought to leave a first aid kit next to the child's backpack before she had gone to sleep.

"Mmmmppphhhh... again?" Blake sighed, slowly blinking up at Jason with mismatched eyes when she saw him carefully measuring out a dose of the green cough syrup she didn't like.

Jason grunted softly as the child pressed up against the cavern wall, huddled in on herself. She wanted to hide again, as her child-like logic told her that if he couldn't see her then he'd forget trying to get her to take her medicine. Much to her surprise, Jason just waited patiently, tilting his head when Blake suffered from another painful bout of coughing and offered her up the syrup once it ran it's course.

"O-okay -cough- J-Jason. Y-you win."

'I normally do.' Jason chuckled to himself, inwardly.

Once Blake was able to get past the icky, bitter taste, she began to feel a bit better, as her itchy, burning throat started to soothe. Next, Jason handed her the bottle of water next to her backpack, along with a painkiller and an antibiotic, knowing that they'd be safe for the child since Lisa had used them before when she was injured. Medicated and even more docile then usual, Blake gave no resistance as her caretaker rolled up the sleeve of her oversized nightshirt and removed the old dressings. Although the long scratch-mark wound was still tender and painful, there were thankfully no infections. It didn't take Jason too long to dab some ointment on the stitches and cover it with fresh, clean gauze. Just as quick, he had redressed her hands and wrists as well, quite pleased with how they were mending.

"T-thank y-y-you, Jason. I... I don't mean to be d-difficult. Y-you and Lisa b-both just want to help."

Curiously, the gentle giant tilted his head in confusion. Blake thought that she was being difficult? Hardly! She, like Lisa, was being a very good girl. The child was quiet, docile, and very, very kind. Gently, Jason ran his large fingers though the girl's shoulder length brown hair, pleased that the coughing had quieted and she was settling. Then he got an idea. With a pleased grunt, he left Blake's side all of a sudden, making it to his stash of spoils in just a few strides, leaving a bewildered and confused Blake just sitting there. When he returned, the brute let out a worried growl when he caught sight of the child getting out of bed. In just a few seconds, Jason was already upon her. Just what did she think she was doing?!

"J-Jason... I-I wasn't g-going to be o-out of bed long," Blake pleaded, in a small, hushed voice.

She fidgeted anxiously, "I-I j-just n-n-needed to go potty."

A loud exhale escaped from Jason's concealed mouth and his exposed skin reddened a bit from embarrassment. Perhaps he had overreacted a little. While normally Lisa handled this sort of thing, right now the giant man was on his own. He plucked Blake up in his arms, causing her to let out a bit of a squeak, and carried her down the tunnels.

While Blake knew where to go, she had no objections to her guardian carrying her. She clung to his jacket with her tiny hands and rested her head against against his powerful chest, cooing contently. He was just so warm! When they stopped at the end of the tunnel, Jason set Blake down and turned around so that the child could take care of her needs in peace.

"Okay -yawn- Jason, I-I'm... ready to g-go back to bed now." Blake said, sleepily, once she had cleaned up.

She reached up to her protector, smiling as he effortlessly lifted her up and carried her back. Honestly, Blake was so lightweight to the massive brute that he may as well have just been carrying a bundle of feathers. Lightly, he nuzzled against her, the cool, textured plastic of his battle-scared hockey mask chilly against her tender skin. Blake giggled a little, shrinking in on herself while readjusting her grip.

"W-when I'm better, w-would you let me explore down here?"

Thinking for a moment, Jason gestured to himself, then made a hand signal that Blake had figured out meant 'Lisa', before he pointed at her. A relieved huffing sigh escaped his throat as Blake smiled and nodded. She was a smart one and figured it out.

"Only if either you or Lisa are, with me, right?" Blake clarified.

'Good girl.' Jason grunted, inwardly to himself.

He gave the child a nod. It would be easy to get lost in here or get hurt, so the massive brute didn't want her poking about all on her own..

Once they were back in the main chamber, the gentle giant sat down on Blake's bed with the child still in his lap. Before the minor interruption, (not that he blamed the child, of course,) Jason had intended to give Blake a little something he hoped would lift her spirits. The little girl watched, intrigued and curious as her guardian pulled something shiny out of his pocket.

"W-what's that?"

Her question was quickly answered when Jason handed her the little trinket. Realizing what it was, she gasped in surprise and smiled. The shiny gold wrapper concealed a little square of chocolate! Chocolate and caramel to be exact. How-how did Jason know that was her favorite? Or did he? Honestly, Blake didn't care. It had been a long time since she had gotten to enjoy sweets of any sort. Her father, as much as she loved him, tried to keep sugar to a minimum in the house. But every so often, he'd treat her to these sorts of gourmet candies on special occasions. As for her kidnappers, well, they barely gave her enough food and water to survive, let alone any sort of sweet or pleasure. Something that so many out there would have taken for granted may as well have been worth it's weight in gold to the delighted child.

"T-thank you, Jason. C-chocolate and caramel is my favorite."

Jason grunted in response, wrapping both arms around Blake while she enjoyed her treat. A lucky guess on his part. Those were Lisa's favorite too. Mostly they had fed the little girl soup and oatmeal, meals that were hot and easy on her tummy. But, since she had been able to keep her food down without issue, Jason felt it would be safe to let her have a little bit of sweets. Just not too much, since she was still sick.

The rich, milk chocolate was so smooth and melted in Blake's mouth, unleashing a small torrent of sweet caramel. She closed her eyes, lost in bliss as she cuddled against Jason, grateful for his warmth and the delicious treat he had given her. Savoring each dainty bite, wanting the flavors to last, the little girl moaned contently. By the time her chocolate was finished, Blake rested against her protector's powerful chest, her eyes fighting to stay open as the need for sleep began to overwhelm her.

'Back to bed now, little one.' Jason sighed to himself.

Carefully, he laid down on the bed, Blake still in his arms. Unable to fight off sleep any longer, she snuggled against Jason, reflexively grabbing hold of the teddy bear he slipped into the girl's arms. The mighty killer let out a surprisingly loud, growling yawn, allowing his own fatigue wash over him.

*Some time later*

When Jason woke up, he shook the grogginess from his head, at first unsure of what exactly happened. He remembered that he was going to get ready for bed, but Blake had woken up and he took care of her, even gave her a sweet, then tried to get her to go back to sleep. Then the realization of what happened struck, HE had ended up falling asleep right then and there. Jason sleepily gazed at himself. His jacket and boots were still on, he wasn't tucked under the covers, and he most certainly wasn't with Lisa!

But, some movement next to him snapped Jason out of his hazy thoughts. Looking down, the massive brute smiled as much as his deformed features would permit. There was Blake, curled up in the crook of his arm, fast asleep. She seemed to be breathing more evenly and quietly and one, tiny bandaged hand clung to Jason's weather-beaten jacket. Lightly, the gentle giant stroked her silky brown hair, then laid his hand upon her forehead. Much cooler, the fever must have broke during the night.

Grunting softly, Jason began to shift in an attempt to sit up, only to be met with Blake's little fist tightening on his clothing and a soft moan. Now the brute could see the mistake he had made, allowing her to make herself too comfortable. Yet, every time he moved and she curled closer, a horrible feeling of guilt washed over Jason. While physically, it would have been easy enough to just pluck her up and make her stay where he wanted her to, the giant just didn't have the heart for it. For all his might, that gentle, kind-hearted child held him captive. Besides, Blake just looked so peaceful.

'Well, maybe just ten more minutes.' Jason found himself thinking.

An embarrassed moan escaped him when he glanced up from Blake and saw the small, slender form of his mate standing quietly by the bedside, arms crossed and head tilted to the side questioningly. Lisa's hair was still messy and she yawned softly, indicating that she had just woken up. At once, Jason's exposed skin reddened slightly.

'That explains why you didn't come to bed last night, big guy.' Lisa chuckled, inwardly.

Luckily, the girl was very understanding of both Jason's and Blake's predicaments. She approached, smiling softly as she gave her beloved his usual morning greeting while he did his best to return the affection without jostling Blake around too much. Lifting up his mask, Lisa kissed Jason passionately on the lips, then allowed him to kiss the scar on her throat before lowering it once more.

With his working eye, Jason managed to convey a look that alone said, "please help me," before gesturing to the very comfortable Blake settled next to him. Lisa whistled softly, holding up her hand to gesture "one minute", before turning around and grabbing a warm blanket off of her's and Jason's makeshift bed. Although that wasn't exactly what Jason had in mind, he didn't resist as his mate simply tucked the warm blanket around him and his charge. Gently, Lisa patted his shoulder, delighting in his embarrassed moan, then lightly brushed some stray locks of Blake's hair out of her face.

'Hmm? What's this?'

Curiously, Lisa picked up a shiny wrapper that was resting beside the child, recognizing it as the packaging to the chocolates that she dearly enjoyed. Apparently, Blake liked them too.

"That was very sweet of you, Jason." she mouthed, "Go back to sleep now, I've got this."

A very loud, tired yawn came from Jason's mouth as he settled back in bed. He could hear Blake's soft moans in her sleep as she shifted, making herself more comfortable. So innocent. So special. So gentle. He wasn't shrugging off his responsibilities. He was attending to them, and right now she had a name. Blake.

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Author's Notes:: Because I had too. This is just something that happened during one of the nights that Blake was in the tunnels a few days after the was initially rescued by Jason and Lisa. I really wanted to do something warm, cuddly, and involved chocolate. Now some of you may be wondering "Well, how did he GET something like that in the first place?" Well... think about it, he kills people and takes their stuff! Problem solved! Hope you enjoyed and die of adorable overload! ... lol okay, okay, don't ACTUALLY die, okay?

I wanted to show how Jason empathizes with children. One thing I really like about him is the fact that he doesn't harm young kids. What I've got going with him and Blake is the side of him that remembers his Mother's kindness and nurturing, and Jason in turn is doing the same for the child. (Even though as those of you that have read Guardian Angels know, this also includes brutally butchering anyone that dare bring harm to Blake, so he's not a complete softie or anything!)

As usual, please give my amazing friend Lady Voorhees some love!

Disclaimer:: You should know by now that I don't claim to own Ft13th, Jason Voorhees, Crystal Lake, etc. Lisa is owned by Lady Voorhees, used with permission.