Hold My Hand

Written By: CloneGirl

Incentive: #35 of 100 Themes Challenge- Hold My Hand

Words: 195

Characters And/Or Pairings: CybersixLucas

Disclaimer: I do not own CyberSix. Most regretfully.

A/N: This is mostly based off the episode 'Brainwashed', in the scene where CyberSix was half-explaining the situation with the police to Lucas, and he was trying to get her to let him help, and when she tries to leave he grabs her hand (I always squeal in joy at that scene. I seriously do.). But it kinda refers to one of the last scenes in the first episode, when she was checking on him after his car crashed…kinda…but yeah…it's mostly metaphorical.

It was slender and pale, a delicate hand not meant for the harsh nighttime clashes that he knew she had to struggle to survive every week of her life. It is the hand of a lady, soft and gentle. But each time he snatched at it, tried to keep it close, he could feel the strength trembling just beneath that smooth, battle-hardened skin.

Strength that didn't belong to a lady. Strength that always took a second too long to appear.

She quivers beneath the grip of his own burly fingers, wavering between pulling away to remain solitary and free of being held down…and just staying there, in the warmth and safety of his firm but kind and protective hold.

They both know that neither wants to let go.

But she always does regardless. Precious time cannot be wasted on these sweet, lulling moments; she has battles she must win, and he has a life that must not be ruined by her.

And so slim fingers slipped through his pleading grasp every time, and pull away with determination and lingering regret.

It was better for them to not get into the habit of holding hands anyways.