A/N: I'm not even sure why I wrote this, except I just finished Deceptions and it'll be another year until Betrayals and, and, and...

Anyway, I don't normally play around in another author's book-verse, but this scene wouldn't leave my head. Might do a few more one-shots if I think of them and there's interest. Let me know what you think!

All rights belong to Kelley Armstrong.


Moving Gabriel Walsh was difficult at the best of times. Moving him when he was unconscious was nearly impossible.

"I already had to haul your ass around once this year," Olivia muttered, readjusting her grip under his arms. "Let's not make a habit out of it."

A siren screamed in the next street over, startling her. Her boots slipped on the wet asphalt and she fell ungracefully to her knees, tangled around Gabriel's still body. She caught her breath and pulled out her phone, but there was no one to call. James was dead. Ricky wouldn't come if she called anymore. The one person who had promised to always be there if she needed help was the one person who needed her help now: Gabriel.

She dragged him closer, resting his back against her chest. The gash on his head was still bleeding. She pressed her hand against it and dropped her head to the top of his.

"Damn you, Gabriel," she whispered. " You are not allowed to leave me, do you hear me? I need you. Don't leave."

"I wouldn't." The voice was rough, but it was his, and his hand that covered hers where it lay on his chest. "I wouldn't do that, Olivia."

She raised her head. "Heyyy. You OK?"

"I...may need a minute."

Her head dropped back down to his with relieved laughter. "Take as many minutes as you need," she said. "I'm not going anywhere."