Disclaimer: It ain't mine, so don't sue.

Here's my millionth (or millionth and first? millionth and oneth?) A/O ficlet. Enjoy!

She's crying and I'm not, and I think vaguely that it should be the other way around, but oh no, I've cried all my tears.

She says she knows how hard this is for me, and I believe her, kind of, except she doesn't, because even dealing with this every day can never prepare you for the day when you're the victim.

She runs me a bath and sits with me until I'm done. I tell her I'm too exhausted to move, even though really, I just want to be close to her. She wraps me in a warm, fluffy towel and carries me to bed, and then she holds me until I fall asleep. But she stays awake, always vigilant, like a tiger. Ready to pounce if anyone or anything dares to come near me, and heaven help them if they do.

As I drift off toward the peaceful land of slumber, I think again how lucky I am to have her.

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