I do not own Forrest Gump.

My friend had to watch this for her film studies class - of course I had to watch, too! xD Here's what came of it. Enjoy!

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Jenny paused before she got out of the cab. She looked out the window up at the big white house. It was a part of her childhood – familiar, more like a home than anywhere else she had stayed. The cabbie turned around, wondering why she was still in the car. She handed him the money with a murmered "Thank you" and declined his offer to help her with her bag. Singular, didn't even weigh much. She'd carried heavier burdens. She swung that bag over her right shoulder as she stepped out of the cab and shut the door.

A distant rumble told her that Forrest was cutting the verdant grass that sprawled around his huge property. She headed towards the noise, passing through the space in the low stone wall, the swing hanging from the huge tree. Many golden after school hours had been spent pushing each other back and forth on that swing. Forrest had always pushed Jenny higher than she could ever push him, on account of his stronger arms. Jenny was never afraid. Forrests' hands were always gentle and warm on her back, always waiting to catch her if she fell or slow her down if she went too high. Forrest took care of her.

Forrest saw Jenny, turned off the lawn mower without taking his eyes off her. Even now she knew he would take care of her. Forrest showed Jenny the unconditional care she had never known, without ever asking for anything in return. Jenny sometimes felt guilty in that she had nothing to give him back even if he did ask. But not now. Now, she was too tired of her life, too happy to see him that the guilt was pushed back for the moment.

He ran to her as she kept steadily walking. They stopped a few feet from each other and paused. "Hello, Forrest," Jenny said, her voice quiet and weary. She dropped her bag on the grass and flung her arms around him, burying her face in the collar of his shirt. The familiar comforting smell of Forrest filled her nose: laundry soap and clean air and fresh cut grass. After a moment she felt his arms circle her, too. She smiled a little and relaxed. She could rest at last. With Forrest, she felt safe. He was the one solid thing in her shifting world. No matter where she went, what she did, Forrest was always waiting for her to come back with the same unchanging compassion. Perhaps it was because of that feeling of security that she slept so well as he gently laid her on the bed.

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