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Characters: Robin, Brook
Rating: K+
Contains: Mentions of (Canon) Near Death Experiences and Mass Destruction
Summary: Robin seeks out a small piece of West Blue.
Prompt: #090 "Comfort" from 100 Women
Word Count: 230

Lost in the Fire

"Will you sing to me?" She felt childish and silly just for asking. There was a part of her that wanted to turn away right now. When they woke up in the morning, they could forget it had ever happened. Robin had become an expert in lying to herself.

A sad smile crossed Brook's face. Because he knew what it meant that she even asked. He slid over and patted the bench next to him. Robin didn't hesitate in taking the offered seat, curling her feet up under her. Brook slid one hand up into her hair, pulling her head down to his shoulder. It was a boney and not particularly comfortable resting place. But it was home.

Slowly, he started to hum one of the old lullabies. I left my heart with the tree that rises o'er the western sea.

Pressure built behind Robin's eyes. When she squeezed them shut, all she could see was the world burning. Islands reduced to ash before her. Ohara. Ennies Lobby. Punk Hazard. But it didn't burn her. The ice still ran in her veins. Frost crept across her skin, from the inside out. Robin shuddered. Brook's thin arms curled tighter around her, his voice chasing out the cold, the fire.

And if you remember me, carve our names upon the tree that rises o'er the western sea. And we'll be forever free.