A Different Kind of Comfort
Pairing: Abby/Connor
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's quite short so just read please.
Spoilers: A little episode filler with a Major spoiler for series 3 episode 3 so if you haven't seen it then don't read!
Authors notes: This is for all the people who feel (along with me) like Saturday will never come. It's angsty I'm afraid folks but full of Abby and Connor goodness.
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It had happened gradually and Abby thought back to the first time, the first time she had crawled into his bed for her own comfort as much as his. She'd been lying in her own bed, eyes red and puffy from crying when she heard the familiar sound echoing round the flat. A heart-breaking sniffly sobbing sound and she didn't have to be a genius to know exactly where it was coming from.
She'd got out of bed and crept up the stairs to his room. Had it really only been two days? Two days since Cutter had died and broken all their hearts and two days and nights since they had slept or laughed or even smiled. Connor was crushed, hell, they all were but Connor was such a sensitive soul and Nick Cutter had been a Father figure of sorts to him. If Abby admitted it, he had been to her in the end too.
Reaching the top of the stairs and peering through the gloom she had seen him frantically wiping at his eyes to try and conceal the fact that he'd been crying. He knew she was there.
"Abs." He'd stated, letting out a shuddering breath.
She'd moved towards the bed, his bed.
"I . . . couldn't sleep." She had offered in explanation to her presence in his room at two thirty in the morning.
"No, me neither."
His breath had hitched as she'd climbed into his bed and snuggled against him.
And when he had begun to shake against her silently, big fat tears running down his cheeks and into her hair, she had soothed him and cried with him until eventually they had fallen asleep for the first time in too long.
It became a regular occurrence, Abby creeping into his room each night for comfort and warmth until they had reached this point.
She stood in front of Connor, tugging at his hand gently as he blinked several times, his eyes still wide from the shock of her question. Maybe she should ask again, perhaps he thought he'd heard wrong.
"You coming to bed Connor?"
"I um . . . your bed?"
"Yep, my bed."
She wasn't sure why that held so much significance to them - after all they had been 'sleeping' together for over a month now in his – but it did, and somehow they both knew that their relationship had changed.
She pulled him behind her in the direction of the bedroom and then stopped, spinning round to face him.
"Connor . . . I'm really glad you're ok."
It was all she could say, they hadn't discussed what happened on that day, just cried – a lot - but somehow those six words conveyed all that she felt.
Connor's eyes took on that glassy appearance that they often had of late and then he was hugging her, running his hands up and down her back, his heart beating rapidly against his chest and hers. He pulled away enough to look at her and ran his thumb against her lips softly.
Abby kissed his thumb and then pulled away, grasping his hand again and leading the way. They would find comfort in each other's arms like they did every other night, but tonight it would be a different kind of comfort.
The end
So I tried angst, hope it was ok. I wanted to explore how they would deal with the loss together. Love to hear any comments. (-:
