February Air

"My arms get cold
In February air
Please don't lose hold of me out there.

And I know you're near me
I know you understand
Say that you're with me
Say you know my face like the back of your hands."

-Lights

"Just trust me." Her brown hair whipped through the air as she turned to look at him. "Please."

He hesitated for a fraction of a second before saying, "I do." She smiled. "I always do."

They ran around the corner of the building, searching along the side for a back door. There was a back door; she knew it. There had to be.

Finally, after running her hand desperately along the same wall for the fifth time, she felt it. A small indent in the wall, just large enough for a hand to fit into. A handle.

They crept into the building quietly, looking for the room they knew was located right behind the front door. As they entered, they saw a hooded figure standing right at the front door, a gun in hand. Slowly, the man turned to face them in shock.

"Down!" Mal yelled. His partner dropped to the floor and a shot rang out. She heard a thump as a body hit the ground, and the world was deathly still until-

"Stand up." She stayed with her face pressed against the floor. "Stand up, you stupid girl," the rough voice growled again. She lifted her head just in time to see the knife poke out of his chest from behind as he shrieked.

"Natara," an out-of-breath Mal panted.

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly, unable to see a spot of the floor clear of blood. "Did he shoot you?"

"Yeah, but it's just skimmed my shoulder. I'll be fine. Natara," he breathed, grinning. "You're an absolute genius."

She smirked back at him. "It's my job."

"If we'd come through the front…" Mal shook his head. "We'd be dead."

"I know."

"You're a genius," he repeated.

"I know."

"I love you."

Her grin grew. "I know," she replied, standing up to kiss him once before looking over at the body of the man who had just attacked them.

Mal followed her gaze. "What do we do with him?"

Natara bent down. "He isn't dead. Ambulance?"

"I'm on it."

Twenty minutes later, the screaming of the sirens was fading as the ambulance made its way back to the hospital, patient aboard. They watched it race away with glazed eyes.

"So," Mal began, breaking the silence, "dinner, then?"

"That depends. Where?"

He grinned slightly and looked over at his partner, who was still watching the street though the ambulance had long disappeared. "It's a surprise."

"I hate surprises."

"I know."

Natara smiled and looked over at him finally. "You love antagonizing me, don't you?"

"It's my job."

"I thought your job was to make me feel like a princess, or whatever."

"You already are a princess." Mal laughed.

"So where are we going for dinner?"

"I said it's a surprise!"

Natara groaned. "And I said I hate surprises!"

"Come on, Nat," he said, taking her hand and pulling her along, toward his car. "Just trust me."

"It's freezing," Natara commented. They were sitting on the rooftop of her apartment building (which was forbidden) and eating slightly-warm Chinese food (which was delicious) and staring down at the lights of the city (which substituted for looking up at the stars, as they were hidden from sight).

"Come here," Mal said, ignoring her comment. He set his food down and walked over to stand up on the edge of the roof. Natara shrieked and ran toward him.

"Get down from there!"

"No, come on up. It's cool!"

"Mal Fallon, you are going to fall!"

He turned around and his tousled brown hair blew back in the breeze. She saw the way his eyes shone through the darkness, the way they always did when he took risks. He held out his hand for her, but she didn't move forward to take it.

"Come on," he whispered, his voice carrying to her ears on the breeze. "Trust me."

Natara sighed inaudibly and inched forward just enough for him to grab her and pull her up. She let out a noise somewhere between a squeak and a scream and he laughed.

"You almost got shot by a psychopathic murderer," he said, "which, by the way, occurs on a daily basis, but you can't stand on the edge of a roof?"

"That's different," she murmured, covering her face with her hands, muffling her shaking voice. "I expect to die that way."

He leaned over so his breath tickled her ear when he said, "At least if we fall, we'll die holding hands." He reached up and took her left hand, pulling it away from her face. Slowly, she lowered her right hand as well and looked down at the city. It was breathtaking.

And as Natara looked down at the blinking lights of San Francisco and felt the breeze on her face and Mal's fingers intertwined with her own, she felt okay. She felt like she belonged. For the first time in her life, she felt invincible. Indestructible. Infinite.

She looked over at Mal smiling, his hair blowing around his face, his blue eyes shining with the light of adventure. She belonged here in this city with him.

Infinite.

So, hi. I realize I disappeared and I'd like to say I'm back, but that would be a lie. I just have a lot going on and don't have a lot of time to write so I don't know how much I'll be writing or if I'll be updating or what. But this is intended to be a collection of one-shots to songs I find on shuffle on my phone. They're unrelated to each other, or they will be unrelated to each other if I write more. I really hope to write more of these because it's really interesting to see how my brain adapts the music to Cause of Death and Mal and Natara's new relationship.

But anyway, I've been getting some reviews lately and I'd just like to say thanks for still reading my stories even though I've kind of vanished from existence for the past few months. (Did you know junior year of high school is, like, a crapload of work? Like honestly, what even is this? I hate it so much. And I've been busy with competition for skating and my parents might be getting divorced ew. So that's my life story, how 'bout you?) (; Well, I hope I'll be around more! Please review? :)