I do not own anyone but Jamie. WIR AU and the song "Fix You" belongs to Coldplay.

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"I'm not going." Tammy stubbornly demanded, her arms crossed and her face in a permanent scowl. I sighed, and turned into the parking space.

"Tammy..."

"I don't need it, Fixton."

"Then why were you screaming again, last night?" I asked, my exhaustion creeping into my voice.

She was silent. "Tammy, you honestly have no idea how much I love you. I would bring you the moon, if I could. If I could take this away from you, I'd do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked. But, as much as I want to, I can't. All I can do is support you. And I will till the end of my days. But just, please, go! You've done this before. And I know you can do it again." I turned to her and smiled, but all she did was continue to stare straight ahead.

"You just don't get it, do you, Fixton," she breathed, the lines of war permanently etched in her face. "Have you ever had to go to therapy? Have you ever had to relive all of the horrors you have been through and all you weaknesses, having someone else not only know about them but watch you curl in a vulnerable ball, completely susceptible to everything you've been keeping out?!" She shouted to my face, causing me to cringe.

I turned off the car, and rested my head on the steering wheel. "Tammy, I have come so close to losing you too many times. You've been to war twice, each time filling me with an unspeakable ache in my heart. You finally come back, and attempt suicide three times. And to think, all of this was before Jamie. Tammy, I'm a grown man, and even I had reached my breaking point emotionally by the first attempt. What about Jamie, though? He's lived without you for years, Tammy!" I lifted my head to look at her, only to see her looking back at me, tired and sad. "Don't make him go the rest of his life without you. And if you don't do it for us, do it for yourself, because you deserve better."

She opened her door, and, wordlessly, grabbed her crutches, and swung out, towards the therapist's office. When I saw that she had gone inside, I broke down.

She really doesn't know. I have no idea the horrors she's seen or the things she's done. I'm not arrogant enough to believe that I have the slightest clue what she's been through. But I know what I've been through- Hell. Pardon my language, but it's true. It's all worth it. I wouldn't dream of leaving her, especially when she's this vulnerable. I love her too much.

I looked at the window, wiping my tears, only to see her there, crying. She opened the door, and pushed herself inside. She ran her hands though my hair, knowing it would calm me down. "And here I thought I was the one who was supposed to cry," she joked.

"How was therapy?"

"Fine."

I wiped her face. "You are crying."

"Because I see you so broken, and I know it's all my fault." I fiercely hugged her, soaking her shirt.

"Don't think like that, ma'am. I love you, and no matter what, I'll be here."

She held me, and we stayed like that for what felt like hours. I don't know how long it actually was- I had been losing track of time for days, now. All I knew is that I needed her here, and she needed me, and both of us were broken...

I hate war.