A short snippet from Out of Sight, Out of Time because I had to :D MY DREAM COUPLE IS BECOMING A REALITY.
The jet is quiet. The children are asleep in the back, and the pilot is far in the front. The cabin is dark, except for the emergency lights, and all of the Atlantic is spread out below them. It seems like Italy is an entire world away, not just a few thousand miles. It's the middle of the night, but both of them can't sleep.
"He's dead." She finally whispers, and he looks up at her pale face, the blood staining her hands. "I could've saved him."
"Don't speak like that." He says, no condescending tone in his voice. "It's not your fault."
"It is." Her voice is low. "You know it, too."
"No, you didn't do anything wrong."
"I didn't do anything." She cries, and he looks back to see if anyone has woken up. "I should have been there, I should have been in Rome, and then Cammie would still have a father, and Rachel would still have a husband, and…it's all my fault."
He's never seen her cry, and it is a sight he never wants to see again.
"It should've been me." She whispers. "It should've been me." Anger bubbles in his stomach because she's being so stupid.
"Listen to me." He leans forward, taking her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "This isn't your fault. You couldn't have saved him. You didn't do anything wrong." Tears still stream down her face onto his hands, and she's always been so strong – and yet here she was, falling apart.
She's trembling beneath his hands, and the silent sobs are wracking her body. He sighs, and drags her across the cabin, into his lap, without really thinking about why.
"Shh." He whispers softly, and she's tense in his arms. He holds her closer. She smells like the cold forest of Italy, and hints of her fading perfume. Her heart is beating right next to his, and her laborious breathing fills his ears. "It's alright."
"Edward…" She murmurs, curling closer to him, her tears falling onto his face now, too. He runs a hand through her hair, trying to calm her down. If anyone had asked him in the past if he would find himself comforting Abigail Cameron, he would have laughed in their face. But now, she needed him as much as he needed her.
True, they've always argued. They are practically sworn enemies, and he has never met anyone who could push his buttons as much as she could, but he never, ever refuses a mission with her as his partner. He has never quite met anyone like her before, and maybe it was because he knows he would never, ever forget her as long as he lived that he decides in that moment that he will never let her go as long as he lives.
"Abby, I'm here. It's alright." Her eyes close, and she takes deeps breathes. His eyes close, too, and he holds on tightly to her bloody hands, now coated with drying tears. "Everything's going to be alright."