Soooo… schools out yaaayyyy! But now I'm bored sooooo, voila…

This dedicated to Betherzz who is one of my most frequent commenters, and I love and look forward to her reviews :) so anyways, she reviewed one of my other stories, and she used this line that totally inspired me, and she never told me if it was cool to use it or not, so… I wont directly quote it , and sorry its short, but I don't like to drag things out, because then I start to ramble and then something good crumbles, and I just cant seem to write longer oneshots :(

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You never really get used to almost dying. No matter how many times, whether or not you have spent your life being trained for it, it is still, and always will be, a terrifying experience.

Being trained for it doesn't mean it doesn't happen per se, it just means that you don't let anyone see the hundreds of split-second terrified emotions that run across your face. Unless, apparently, if you are him.

I suppose, to anyone who has not spent years observing their relationship, it would be difficult to understand the bond they share. Even those closest to them do not always quite get it, and no onebut them can interpret their silent conversations.

When you spend five years like this, day in and day out, you develop a special bond. Almost a sixth sense. They feel each other's pain, and, though they constantly tease and banter, they do care. Probably more than they should. And when you put your life in someone's hands like that, every day, the resulting trust is inevitable.

Theirs is a unique friendship… constantly evolving, always changing… and not always for the better. And through ups and downs, rights and wrongs, friendship and not, life and death, there is a kind of love. Whether it is friendship, or something more, you must love each other implicitly. If that trust, that love, goes away, there is a good chance your life will go with it. Literally.

So, when death comes knocking at your door, when any training you have received flies out the window, when it has been years since you were the perfect, emotionless soldier, when you go home that night, who is it you want for comfort?

At one point, you may have said no one. It would have been weakness to ask for help, and you were fine. But it has been so long, and you can still hear the bullets whizzing by, just barely missing, and you just want someone to hold you so you can let go and not be the perfect warrior. So you call him, and pray that he doesn't laugh and think you're joking.

He doesn't.

He tells you that he'll be there in ten minutes, because its 2am so there's no traffic, but he's not complaining. He knows what's wrong, and he knows that you need him. And he doesn't criticize you for being weak, like partners of the past would've, and he certainly doesn't tell your father on you.

He gets to your apartment in 9 minutes and 32 seconds, according to the clock on your wall.

You say very little, and he doesn't pressure you. You don't burst into heart shattering sobs or make life changing confessions, you simply wait for him to get settled on the couch, and curl into his warm embrace.

When your eyelids begin to droop, he helps you to bed then turns to leave, and its takes almost all of the willpower you posses to ask him to stay

He does.

No questions asked.

Because that's how it works, when you share a bond like theirs.

You don't ask questions, you focus solely on your other half.

Because there is a certain love there, be it friendship or something more, and you trust each other implicitly. Neither can live without the other, or they would collectively cease to function.

So it is hard for her to ask him to stay, and he knows this, because he knows her.

And he stays. And maybe one day this can become something more.

But for now, they won't ask questions.