I had a teddy bear no one knew of. It was one of the few things my mother had given me when I was a kid and though I didn't want to admit it, I loved it.
I had used him - because it was a him, I did not know why, but it was so it was - whenever I was sad since I was five. Only when I was alone and hidden under the covers in my bed I could talk to him about my problems and he always soothed me. He wasn't that kind of light, fluffy thing you saw everywhere, he was pretty heavy but small and his fur was the cosiest thing on this earth. The weight of him in my arms and his scent always gave me a sense of safety.
He hadn't been used for a few months when one night I woke up from a nightmare and ached for his comfort. Dimitri was in Palm Springs and I knew I couldn't call him at this hour, so I searched the closet frantically for my teddy.
I grabbed him, lay down under the covers on the bed and buried my face in his fur. The smell was so familiar and my walls broke down.
I cried because of the nightmare, the fact that the bond was gone, the hollow feeling that Dimitri's absence gave me and just because it had been a while since I had last cried. At last I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up and didn't feel like shit, so I took it as a good sign and started sleeping with Teddy every night.
Before, it had been really hard to fall asleep and when sleep came, it was always invaded by nightmares. The only thing that had cured that was Dimitri, but when he wasn't here, I had just gone without much sleep for a while. Teddy solved this and I could finally sleep again.
A few weeks later when Dimitri came home from California he found me curled up in a ball with Teddy in my arms. It was an interesting conversation we had, talking about stuffed animals.
Some time later, I returned after a mission with Lissa and I found Dimitri cuddling my Teddy.
A/N: I am back! With even more unintelligible rambling about random stuff! :D Review if you liked it, or if you think you understand what I was trying to convey with this ;)