A.N: Alrighty, I'm in a one-shot kinda mood today. Thought I might try and start a collection of one-shots to cure my boredom. So, enjoy! This one-shot will have a little GarmyxLloyd fluff.

Summary for this one-shot: While the gang's out camping, Garmadon and Lloyd end up being the only ones awake. New feelings open up and the pair realizes that they missed each other more than they thought.

Missing You

The roaring fire contrasted with the warm and muggy summer evening. Soft snores were heard throughout the night, but two Garmadons were having trouble falling asleep.

Garmadon watched as his son tended the fire in the pit. Thanks to his powers, it was a life-giving green color. His son rested his head on his knees, staring into the flames. The father smiled knowingly. Lloyd always got like this when something was on his mind.

Garmadon sat down on the grass next to the golden ninja. "What's on your mind?"

Lloyd jumped a little. "Nothing." He mumbled.

The gray haired man knew not to press. After all, Lloyd was his son, and he knew that Lloyd would rather open up to things on his own time.

Minutes passed, and the former-dark lord studied his son closely. His soft blonde hair was tucked behind his ear, with a few wisps drifting away. His ninja gi was replaced with a green t-shirt and jeans. A small scar was visible on his left hand, from when Lloyd was two and got his hands on a pair of scissors for the first time. Garmadon chuckled at the memory of himself frantically trying to remove the instrument from the boy's tiny hands. Times were so much simpler then.

Finally Lloyd sighed. "Tomorrow's when you guys saved me from the volcano. Exactly three years ago."

That's what was bothering him? "So, what about it?"

"If it wasn't for Kai, I would be dead, Ninjago would be doomed, and you would still be evil."

Garmadon nodded, seeing his point.

Lloyd shuddered a little. "Sometimes I still have nightmares about what could've happened."

The elder's facial expression softened. A comforting hand was placed on Lloyd's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. The blonde smiled softly.

The fifteen year olds' attention turned back to the flames. "I wish they would stop snoring already."

It was true that every once in a while, snores emanated from the sleeping group, almost always louder than before.

"You know, you weren't that evil back then. At least to me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, when I was captured, you teamed up with the others to rescue me. Whenever I got hurt, every time you dropped everything and came to me. And before the final battle, before the overlord took over, I could tell that you wanted to make Kozu stop. To put me down and to make it so that the final battle would just…stop."

Garmadon's eyes widened in surprise. "You knew that?"

Lloyd grinned and met his father's gaze. "Of course, you're my dad. I could tell."

The father sighed. "Lloyd, you spent the brunt of your life either alone or with the ninja and my brother. How?"

The teen shrugged. "No idea. But isn't it funny how we've been together for so long and we don't even know what our favorite colors are?"

Garmadon laughed. "Yes, can't argue with that. Well then, what is your favorite color?"

Lloyd's smile wavered. "Most people just assume its green, but its gold. You?"

"Red."

For a while after that, the pair simply sat there, enjoying each other's company. Crickets and cicadas harmoniously chirped together, creating an orchestra in the quiet night.

The flames began to dim, and Lloyd's efforts proved to be fruitless as it began to go out.

"I'll get some wood. Be right back."

And then there was one. Garmadon glanced at the group of sleeping ninja. The teenagers that looked after his son for so many years.

He couldn't be more grateful.

Although Kai did annoy the crap out of him from time to time.

Moments later, Lloyd returned with an armful of twigs, and dropped them into the flames.

Garmadon noticed that his son's expression changed a little, and that he was looking at his right hand.

"Something wrong?"

A flash of red caught the man's eye, and he instantly grabbed his son's arm and pulled his hand forward, to discover a gash on his palm.

"Alright, what happened?"

Lloyd sighed. "Some twigs were pointier than I thought."

"Stay here."

The father arrived with a roll of bandages. The elder gently flattened his son's hand and carefully wrapped the bandages around the injured palm.

Lloyd bit his lip to avoid wincing, and Garmadon almost laughed at his son's attempt to appear tough. He could still tell the cut really hurt him though.

"You know, if this were the others, they would have a big fuss."

Not looking up from the wound, Garmadon asked, "Why's that?"

"Chosen one, over-protective stuff, blah blah blah."

Garmadon chuckled.

"Sometimes, I really hated being the chosen one."

"Understandable."

"I mean, I was twelve when we found out, and all of a sudden all this responsibility was dumped on me. I really wanted to help the others now that I knew, but they were even more unwilling to have me help. And that's besides the fact that we thought we had to fight each other."

The young teen hesitated before continuing. "At night, I got really bad nightmares, and when I woke up…I really just wanted to be with you."

Garmadon smiled at this. But also guilty, that his son wanted to be with him for so long and so often.

And he never could be.

"You're the first person I've told about that."

The father felt touched that his son trusted him so much. Before the final battle, his thoughts constantly shifted to Lloyd and how he had to fight him. How much he loved Lloyd and how it pained him whenever he was hurt, upset, confused, or alone. And how much destiny seemed to plague his family and the ones he loved.

Lloyd shivered a little as a breeze traveled through the campsite. Garmadon put an arm around the younger's shoulder and pulled him into an embrace. The smaller gladly accepted the warmth and comforting hold from his father.

A strong arm soothingly stroked Lloyd's back, and as the blonde began to doze off, he mumbled "I missed you Dad."

Garmadon beamed, and whispered into the teen's hair:

"I missed you more."

A.N: And…scene. Well, should I do more Ninjago one-shots? Tell me what you thought, please review, and STAY AWESOME! )