A/N

Hey, folks.

So, I'm brand-y spankin' new at all of this.

First, I'm not a writer, I'd love to even have just a touch of the gift that some of the fanfic authors possess. Seriously, some of you have this ability to make characters and storylines that are so much better than canon.

That being said, please be brutally honest in reviews. I can take it.

Second, this isn't something that I really "ship" in the traditional sense, as I'm one of those weird asexual outsiders that doesn't quite get the appeal of sex and intimate romance. And if you're looking for smut or steamy scenes, you won't find it in anything I create. You will be lucky to stumble upon a kiss or two.

These two characters, however, have intrigued me in a way I can't quite explain. There's perhaps a bit of a pull and a relatability on a deeply personal level.

So far, I'm only confident enough to post snippets, little drabbles of the things I've been inspired to work on, hopefully the longer and more involved pieces will sort themselves out enough to be shared.

I don't own them, but I did invite them over for a play date in my brain.

They left me with what I suppose is a wee bit of Fluffy Fridget Feels.

"Hey." The word came on a low-timbred whisper.

"Mm?" The distracted, lazily inquisitive reply.

"You alright?"

"I think so..."

A hand delicately extended forward and came to rest on dark hair with relaxed reverence, thumb ticking back and forth over furrowed brow. Once, twice, three times, as if it were an enchantment to smooth the jagged lines of worry and confusion.

"Can you tell me what you're feeling?"

A brief piercing look from Franky, followed by a reassurance from Bridget that 'Ms. Westfall the Psychologist' hadn't suddenly been invited into the bedroom.

"I don't know. It's nothing and everything. Like the rest of the world has faded away, and yet, I'm intensely aware of everything in the universe. It's like flying and falling, wanting to laugh and cry at the same time."

At the precise moment the soundwaves from those words reached her ears, the smaller woman nodded, letting a relieved chuckle ride the breath of a "yes", as she curled forward and nestled her tousled blonde head into the chest of the person before her, a single tear punctuating the sentiment.

Two broken and battered souls, both lost and wandering for the duration of this lifetime, finally found belonging, finally found a reason to lay down their weapons and just rest in the warmth of no longer being alone, being stranded on the outskirts of a cruel world that could never understand them. A world, that too many times, seemed determined to destroy them.

Franky accepted the monosyllabic response and closed the conversation with a quietly powerful "okay". Any further explanation somehow wasn't needed. Somehow, warm, unspoken, and complete understanding swirled through both of them.

The undefined feeling brought with it contentment that uncoiled tensely bound muscles, melting both women into a safe, dreamless sleep. And there they laid, loosely holding the other, a blanket of hazy orange sunrise the perfect celebration for the healing of their hearts.