Title: Comfort
Rating: G
Warnings: None in particular
A/N: I know that this has been done to death but I just think that this plot is so cute I couldn't not write a fic about it.
Zak didn't know how he could battle cryptids, fight off Argost, and hold his own against Munya but he couldn't even handle a simple thunderstorm. He sat with his knees drawn close to his chest his arms wrapped tightly around them his head resting on his knees tears rolling freely down his cheeks. Another loud clap of thunder found its way to his hiding place in his closet, causing him to jump up with a yelp. He hugged his legs tighter to himself and sobbed louder than before when another soon followed.
Suddenly light began spilling into Zak's closet and for a moment the boy believed that it was the evil storm had found him and was coming=g to finish him off. In a fit of desperation Zak threw one of his heavier pairs of shoes at the 'monster'. "Ow" a very familiar voice complained "Mini-man it's me Doyle."
"Doyle?" Zak repeated looking up to find his uncle staring right back at him. "Doyle" he cried jumping into the elder man's arms, wrapping his legs around Doyle's waist and his arms around said male's neck whimpering into his chest. Doyle stumbled back slightly before regaining his balance and tightening his hold on the boy in his arms. "It's ok Zak" he whispers softly into Zak's salt-n-pepper locks "I'm here now" a soft kiss was placed atop the young Saturday's head. "I'll always be here"
"Promise?" Zak asked hopefully his words muffled by Doyle's shirt.
"I swear"