A/N: okay, this kinda came to mind and I was just like, "Huh, this sounds good. Short as always, but I'm happy with how it turned out. So enjoy! Circe's POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Generator Rex.

I found myself falling. My heels had just barely slipped over the edge of the rock and I had toppled down, feeling the air catching me but only slowing my descent as gravity hauled me to the ground.

I reached out for the edge, praying to catch my hand on something, anything to slow me down. And I grab his hand.

If I had to catch myself on anything, it had to be him. Him of all people. Him. Rex. Him.

He's leaning over the edge, chest pressed against the jagged rocks that I had tripped over and his face is twisted into something between pain and effort. I look up into his face and I know that this is what we are.

"Don't let go," he said, eyes scrunched closed in pain. I can barely see the muscles rippling beneath his jacket as he tries to pull me up with a weak grip. He tugged on me, trying to get me up and back on solid land again.

"I won't," I breathed, hanging on for dear life. I didn't want to let go of him. I looked down into the dark swirling water half a mile below my feet. The liquid churns and threatens, wanting to suck me into it's black depths and never give me back. "I promise I won't, Rex."

Rex. Rex. He's why I want to stay above. He's what keeps me from falling. He's the only one who keeps me from wanting to leave everything behind.

Tendons rippled in his arms as he pulled me up, slowly bur surely. And I could see the pain written across his face, his body banged up by all the sharpened rocks he had been laying on while dragging me back to safety.

He could've let me die, given the advantage to Providence and evened the odds. He could've let go, he could've watched me fall, exiling our forbidden romance from his life forever. Rex could've let go.

He didn't let go.

When my feet touched the ground, he was there to take me into his arms, his warm embrace offering more comfort than I could get anywhere else. We were on different sides, battle raging on around us like a wildfire as we stood in our own little world, void of differences and sides, filled with passion and wanting.

I just let myself fall into his muscular arms, never wanting to leave him again. I quietly hid my face in his broad chest, warmth radiating from him to me, filling me with love for the first time in a long time.

Rex's fingers wound up into my stringy, dirty, messy hair. He held me tightly, body pressing against mine in a way that clearly showed how much he felt the same way as I did, the only thing keeping us apart being Van Kleiss and my loyalty to him. His chin rested on my head and I found myself pressing up against him even more.

"Never let go," he breathed, our minds wrapped up in each other, the battle around us ignored. Lines didn't matter. Alliances didn't matter. What mattered was us and our love and how we felt for each other. Nothing else could exist if our love still survived.

"I won't." I looked up into his gorgeous mahogany eyes, heart melting as I realized we had to stray back to our own sides. But my life had been in his hands. He could've let me die. But he loved me enough to hang on. He loved me enough to never let go. "I promise."

A/N: Ah, I hope you enjoyed. Please review.

~Sky