Disclaimer: I don't own Judging Amy or its characters.
A.N. I wrote this right after "Requiem" but held off posting it in hopes that it would develop into a multi-chapter story. I guess it just wasn't meant to be.
I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what I was going to say; I just knew I needed to go. She would have done no less for me if the situation had been reversed.
It was late when I stopped my car in front of the house, but I could see light coming through the living room window. I walked to the door, rang the doorbell, and waited. When she opened the door, the pain in her eyes went straight to my heart. "Judge Gray, I'm sorry, I just heard."
And then she was in my arms. And she was trembling, and I could feel her warm tears beginning to soak through my coat and shirt. I closed my eyes. I was at a complete loss for words. All I could do was hold her.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Stu. He was just standing there, watching her . . . with me. Then he met my gaze over her shoulder. He didn't seem surprised by my presence or by the fact that my arms seemed to involuntarily tighten around her as the two of us continued to stare at one another. Neither of us said anything, he just kept standing there and I just kept holding her.