-=+=- Stranded -=+=-

A/N: Hey guys! This fic was requested by Autograss Girl Racer T18. It's a Zosia/Colette fic and there's going to be both of their POV. I'm ready for the challenge, and I'm grateful for those of you who are reading! I sincerely hope you enjoy! Let's get on with the show shall we?

-=Zosia POV=-

I stepped into the female toilets and swallowed a lump in my throat. I single salty tear slid down my pale cheeks. Followed by several more before I started to sob uncontrollably each sob more painful than the one previous. Each pained cry I let out of my system the more trapped I felt. I stumbled dumbly over to the cubicle and proceeded to fiddle numbly with the lock until a click was heard. Then I gently slid down to my knees and let out a strangled cry of pain and anger at myself and others. Why am I so weak? I asked myself, and then bit my knee hard to stop the sobs and cries from escaping my system. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, the lump in my throat still hadn't receded and I began the pained sobs and tears, cries of anger and frustration.

-=Colette POV=-

I walked up to the doors to the toilets and sighed before gently pushing the door, immediately hearing the cries from the broken woman in the cubicle, I walked slowly over to the cubicle door and knocked lightly, "Zosh?" I called to her. "Please Zosh, I'm not here to lecture you. I want to see if you're alright, as a friend not a bossy, demanding, crazy director of nursing." I told her. I heard a slight, half-hearted laugh, before a click alerted me of the fact the door was now sliding open slowly, which bit by bit revealed Zosia. Her mascara was all over the show and she tear stains on her face, her scrubs had wet patches on them where her tears had landed and her hair was messy and dishevelled. "Oh Zosia…" I looked at her sympathetically. "Colette." She squeaked. "Come here." I told her and I wrapped my arms around her as she sniffled and tried not to cry. I felt tears dropping onto my scrubs but right at that moment I really couldn't care less. "Sshh. It's ok. Sshhh, you're ok." I soothed. "Sometimes I feel stranded and alone, nobody knows who I am or who I want to be, I don't let anybody in because I'm scared of who I am and I'm scared that I'll let them too far. I'm stranded, stranded in my own mess. I'm stranded in a sea of black." Then she slowly pulled away from me and I pulled a tissue out of my pocket and offered it to her. She took it and smiled lightly at me, to which I smiled back. I used my hands to take a light hold of her shoulders, I then let go with one to guide her chin up towards me. She looked deep onto my eyes, and I looked deep into the pain and fire in her eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked her gently. "Guy said, he said that I was a mistake and an inconvenience to him." She sniffled. "No more tears." I told her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I kissed her on the forehead. "Good girl." I praised. She bit her bottom lip and gently leant forward. We kissed gently at first but then it deepened and became something much more. We eventually pulled away from eachother, both gasping for air, a large smile spread across her before sorrowful face. I smiled just as broadly at her. "I'm stranded." She told me again, "I'm stranded in a sea of black, but I know that I have you by side to pull me up when I'm drowning."

A/N: Well, ok. It was meant to be more fluffy than that. Oops. Turns out I did a very depressing Zosia/Colette fic. Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed. Leave a review of that's the case. I love you all my dear readers,

~Blaze xx