A.N. I've been listening to a beautiful song, and inspiration hit me!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the show, this is just for fun.

As always, a fair warning: English is not my first language, and this piece wasn't betaed, so all grammar/spelling mistakes are mine.

Everyone who work with me everyday think that they have me figured out. For them I am a captain of the secret service, tough guy who is not afraid of anything. I'm an action-men, as Connor likes to call me, who fights dinosaurs , disarms bombs and does all those other extremely dangerous things without blinking his eye. They think that nothing can stop me that nothing can break me. It's funny how wrong they really are.

I am as frail as others, one tiny incident would be enough to break me, to leave me without my soul as good as dead. It will be enough that she will disappear, that she will walk away taking all her love that protects me like the warm cocoon. Without that, without her I will be nothing more than an empty excuse of human being

Captain Hilary Becker watched the girl curled on his chest. Her face was completely calm, her pink lips very slightly parted. Gently not wanting to wake her up he stroked long ruffled hair. He knew, that he should sleep, but could not force himself to close his eyes or stop moving his hands over her bare smooth back. As long as he could feel her breath on his skin, see her face, touch the smooth skin he was sure that she was alive and safe. He looked at her small face and felt all those emotions flowing through his body. Emotions he long ago had learned to associate with her: desire, admiration, love possessiveness, protectiveness. All emotions he thought he wasn't capable to feel anymore.

He didn't want that, God help him, he didn't want any of that. He had made sure to get ride of those kind of emotions, because he had been trained to do it.

And then she appeared.

She entered his life so young, joyful, kind and smiling. She was all that he wasn't and all that he needed,but he fought her every step in the way It took an anomaly opening in the ARC and possibility of losing her to make him see what a fool he had been. He remembered the blind panic when they heard her scream through the comms and then long minutes that took him to reach her. It should not have happen in ARC, but it did. Jess's bandaged arm and 38 stitches were all too clear proof of that fact. And he was too sure of himself, too self-righteous into security. He knew, that tomorrow he would have to endure a discussion with Matt, probably a telling-off from Lester and maybe even some threats from Burton. After all in a rush to get to Jess he broke all safety protocols including his own. But that didn't have any meaning, they could fire him for tomorrow. He had his life safe in his arms. That was the most important thing.

"You should sleep, tomorrow is going to be trying day " she murmured sleepy too tired to even raise her head

"I cannot" he confessed.

She was the only person that was allowed to witness his weakness, because she was his strength.

"Shh. Sleep, sleep, just sleep" she whispered placing a loving kiss on his skin the where his heart beat "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay. "

"Promise?" he asked moving his fingers across her cheek

"Sure "

"That's good " he kissed her hair " I don't know what I did to deserve you "

" You don't deserve love Becker, it is simply given " she moved her head a little to look into his worried eyes.

He needed sleep. They both needed it.

He knitted his brows wondering. Emotions have never been his strong point, but for her, for her he was ready to learn how to deal with them.

"As a gift?" he asked after a moment

"Yes, as a gift"

The song I mentioned is called "A gift" by Basia Trzetrzelewska- it's beautiful song with great lyrics:)

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