Last night's episode hit me really hard.

All day, I haven't been able to stop thinking about how much it hurt watching Happy break down so severely for the first time. Jadyn's beautiful acting was so powerful. Every time I think about it, my chest aches.

I had to write this for anyone else who was affected by watching our dear Happy Quinn's heart break. I will never be over it.

Happy Quinn deserves better. The Nicks must leave her alone. My poor baby has struggled so much this season, it's unfair. She must be protected.

Anyway, enjoy!


Toby slowly creaked the rooftop door open, careful not to startle her upon entry.

Her head was low, almost slumped enough to be resting in her hands. Happy's figure was clearly exhausted from both the earlier anger and the sobs, as she appeared completely drained of energy. After the day's events, she didn't have much keeping her upright anymore.

It physically hurt him to witness her like this. Those feelings of abandonment from her years alone in the foster system that he knew were resurfacing made the pit in his stomach deepen, causing worry to solidify its roots inside him.

With the plate of Valentine's Day cake in one hand, Toby took several steps forwards, closer to where she was residing. "Sugarplum?" he called softly, tone exceedingly gentle.

She didn't look up.

The doc continued walking to her. Reaching the table, he nuzzled a lingering kiss into her hair.

"Hey, lovebug. I brought you something."

Happy raised her eyes to connect with his as he dropped the dessert onto the space near her elbow. But she didn't deliver a verbal response.

Upon glancing at his fiancé, Toby took notice of the uncommon features masking her usual resilience against such severe suffering. Faint lines from the trails of tears besmirched her beautiful cheeks, a lip slightly quivering just below them. Although her pupils were dancing with immense fatigue and pain, they were still hollowed out by the overwhelming emotions Toby knew were damn near breaking her on the inside.

His entire chest swelled agonizingly. The tremendous love he harbored for her was twisted in tormenting fashions upon absorbing her anguish. The doc felt himself thrown into the abyss of suffocating heartbreak right alongside her. But, he wasn't blinded by the same darkness that had engulfed his fiancé. Instead, he was there to hold her hand, to guide her through it all.

Happy's proceeding words were thickened with more emotion than usual. "My dad…" she muttered, slicing through their silence, "He didn't take it."

His eyebrows furrowed as his comforting hand gripped her arm. "He didn't take what?"

A shallow breath departed from her nostrils. "I gave him an escape." The mechanic paused, eyes flicking downwards again while Toby watched her heart constrict from the outside. "But he didn't take it."

The doc's insides immediately curled together tightly by listening to the pain in her voice. As her statement gradually seeped into his ears, his blood suddenly ran cold with solicitude.

In the many years he had known her, she had never sounded so broken. So unfairly damaged and hurt. "Happy…"

"I just got him back," she continued, her sentences emerging as whispered mumbles, "He just came back into my life."

"He loves you, Hap. More than anything. He just wanted what's best for you."

She swallowed. "He can't walk me down the aisle."

Toby reached outwards, embracing her from the side with his right arm. "I know how hard this must be for you."

"My dad can't walk me down the aisle," Happy repeated breathily.

He pressed his lips softly to her temple. "You still have Cabe, sweet pea."

Her body tensed. Momentarily, she clenched all her limbs, a sign of the twinge of resentment still remaining in the back of her mind.

But the emotions he could see swirling inside her dark pupils quickly inundated whatever had appeared when she heard Cabe's name. It dissipated almost as fast as it had came, her heartache swiftly shattering the feeling.

Everything else took over.

Inhaling quietly, he watched her quasi~composure collapse.

Within seconds, Happy fell completely into his arms. Toby instinctively caught her, his doting grasp encasing her securely.

He felt the sobs bubbling in her chest brushing against his own as they exited her lungs. Using a tender hand, he rubbed the back of her head as soothingly as he could.

Toby gave her another kiss, another action of coaxing affection touching her skin.

Tremendously, he wished to tell her it would be okay. Tell her Patrick would return, he would give her away on her wedding day. He wouldn't be absent from the next two years of her life, as he had already missed twenty five of the previous ones. He would watch her and Toby exchange I dos.

But as both geniuses knew, that was mere wishful thinking.

So instead, he consoled Happy with as much as love and tenderness that a partner could exert with their significant other. Because what she needed was him to be there for her. To lead her away from it all. To protect and assist her at all costs.

And that's all he intended to do.