A very short drabble I wrote after watching Mr. Yin Presents for about the hundredth time. I expect more drabbles will follow. LOL. Enjoy and please review!
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"I'm fine!" Juliet insisted, her voice on the verge of breaking as she yelled at the medic.
Hearing her upset, Lassiter roughly grabbed the medic and shoved him aside. Then he took a step closer to his partner as she continued to insist that she was fine.
His hand reached out and gently touched her arm. He and Guster had just saved her from falling to her death. Of course she wasn't fine. But he knew what she was doing. She was putting up her guard, trying to seem strong when she really didn't have to.
Juliet moved her hands, a sob bubbling up in her throat. "Really, Carlton. I'm fine."
He knew the exact moment that her defenses crumbled, because her soft blue eyes filled with tears, and her slender frame began to shake. Without thinking, he gently drew her against himself.
She reached out to him and let him pull her in, because right then she needed the embrace of someone who cared about her. Someone who was safe. She started to sob.
Wrapping an arm around her, Lassiter pulled his partner even tighter against himself. He had come so close to losing her, so close that he could barely breathe. What if Guster hadn't been able to stop the hand of that giant clock? What if they hadn't gotten to her in time?
Unable to fight her tears, Juliet burrowed into Lassiter's chest and sobbed miserably. The entire time she was tied to that chair, and even as Carlton and Gus pulled her up to safety, she had remained emotionless. Even detached. Maybe it was fear, adrenaline, or a combination of both. Whatever it was, she hadn't been able to think, let alone cry. And now she couldn't stop crying.
As she sobbed openly into his shirt, Lassiter was uncomfortable. He didn't have much experience dealing with emotional women, because they frightened him. But this was his partner, who had just stared death in the face and was now clinging to him like a small child. He couldn't turn her away, so he held her tighter, his thumb absently rubbing the material of her jacket as he shushed her.
And as he held her against him, the morning sun greeted them where they stood on the clocktower.
The End.
A/N: I'll admit, I'm getting rather fond of Lassiet. Shules is first and foremost my favorite, but Lassiet is not without it's appeal! Thanks for reading, and please review!