I wrote this for a- use- of- some- sort for TT secret santa. I hope you like it 3 Not my best work, I've never wrote something like this.

Either way, enjoy.

Cyborg was a mechanic. He fixed things when they were broken, was able to take the pieces and put them back together again, often making them better than before. He boasted that he could fix anything made of metal.

And even though he didn't think much of it, he fixed people too.

It had become habit if anything else. They would show up, knocking on his door mumbling some half- hearted excuse to see him, or come wandering down to the garage while he was working, asking him how he was before giving him that far-off gaze and sighing before he patted the stool next to him, inviting them to sit.

Sometimes they wouldn't say anything at all. Just sit with him and enjoy his presence. Raven was famous for that one. Sometimes they would open their mouths, then shut them again, then open once again, strangled words stumbling off their lips. He always waited, never pressured them to talk. When they were ready, they would speak. Sometimes they would come in, huffing and ranting about whatever it was that was bothering them before collapsing in on themselves and looking to him with those big sad eyes, waiting for advice.

And sometimes, they would come to him, broken and on the verge of tears, wanting nothing but a hug.

Like now.

He heard a soft knock on his door. He opened his good eye and checked the time. 3:36. Who would be up at this hour? The mechanical man unplugged himself and went to open his door.

When it slid open his heart broke a little bit. Cyborg had seen Starfire cry many times. Probably more than anyone else in the tower had, but this time, this time was a little bit different.

She stood, legs trembling and arms wrapped around herself. Tears pouring down her face. Puffy red eyes stared at him.

He didn't even say anything before pulling her into his arms and hugging her as tightly as possible without hurting her. As soon as her face found the crook of his neck, a soft wail escaped her and she started crying once again. he hands wrapped around him, pulling him against her just as tightly.

He stroked her hair, whispering in her ear, convincing her everything would be okay. Her tiny body trembled and shook as she choked back tears, trying to calm herself.

He waited, kissing her head once in while and rocking her back and forth, lifting her off her feet.

He heard her hiccup, then start to sniffle. He held her tight, looking down at her.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked softly.

She shook her head. "No please. I just experienced the nightmare."

He let go of her and captured her face between his metal palms, "Star, I promise you whatever happened in your nightmare was just a dream. You're safe here. It's not real."

She gave her friend a weak smile. "Thank you Cyborg, but my nightmare was more of a memory. It was very very real."

He looked at her with new eyes. He saw the pain etched upon her face and almost, almost asked her what happened. That secret she kept hidden. But then he stopped himself. He never wanted to make her relive what happened to her, ever.

He kissed her forehead. "No one is going to hurt you anymore Star, because they're gonna have to get through me."

Her smile grew. He could almost see a little happiness in her tired, scared expression. "Thank you, friend."

And then she kissed his cheek and left.

Cyborg wasn't just a mechanic. He didn't just reassemble cars and reprogram security systems. He brought people back. Helped them, kept them safe.

It was almost funny how the man with the most metal had the biggest heart.