Title: Here for you

Author: Annie2000

Summary: Bonnie's funeral

Rating: K

Characters or Pairing: Martin/Sam, Victor

Notes: you know that challenge where you listen to random song and wirte a fic while it's playing? Well, I did that. It's suppose to be 10, but I'm working my way step by step. It's a drable-ish. Also, it used to be titled "Company", but I changed it for ever so clichè "Here for you". sigh I gave it some thought, believe me, this is the best I came up with.

Spoilers: SHADOWS – but set before season three.

Disclaimer: don't own them. But yall know that.

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She comes to me when I'm feelin' down

Inspires me without a sound

She touches me and I get turned around

(She's got a way about her)

Billy Joel

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"She's very beautiful."

Martin turned to find his father standing by the door, framed by bookcases as he entered the office with slow - sad - steps. "Your lady friend, I mean." He explained.

Martin tried to smile. "She's from the office."

"You two..."

"No." He rushes to say. Althought... "No, we're friends. She knew aunt Bonnie from... a couple of months ago."

"Ah" Victor nodded, standing by the window, a few fet away from his son, unable of saying anything else through his own sorrow.

He took a good look at his child. His face was still wet by the tears he had shed all the way back from the cemetery, and every premature wrinkle could be seen on his face. It was the perfect picture of mourn and sadness - unfair, and almost beautiful in a cruel way.

"You love her very much, don't you?"

He glanced at his father, his cheeks turning slightly red. "I dunno, maybe."

Victor stared for a moment, between surprised and offended. "Maybe?"

Martin turned away from the window, lost for a moment and then, his face turned into clear embarrassement. "You meant... aunt Bonnie? Yes, I-I do. I love her very much."

"Who did you think?-"

"Nothing, nobody." He rushed to go back to staring out the window.

Victor's forehead frowned in confusion. Until he followed his son's focused eyes. Outside, Samantha Spade was rushing to her car, crossing the street with slow steps. Victor bit his lips not to smile - even though he found it nice to find out he still could - as Martin tried to keep his eyes from checking his father's reaction. It would be a silent admission of guilt.

Instead, he kept looking away, even when Victor passed him by, squeezing his shoulder affectionately, leaving him to his staring. Right now, he was pretty sure that was the only thing that could make his son happy.