A/N: Wow, its been such a long time since i have written any stories. Sorry guys, as some of you have said, life happens. Things are hectic and busy, but i haven't forgotten about you guys and this story collection. I have been meaning to write another story for awhile and felt like this would be a good idea to start back up with. I will be writing part 2 to this soon, more like the normal stuff I've done. Just wanted to try this, let me know what you guys think and hopefully i can write some more stories for you guys to enjoy, i know this one was short but i had to get my momentum started up again, i promise the next one will be longer like this run on sentence. So until next time, peace!

So much noise. Really, there was never a shortage of it, the constant assault on the senses raging as the stimulus never ended. Whether it came in the form of a distraction from the outside world, the sirens of an ambulance racing by, the noisy neighbors blasting music in their adjacent backyard while having friends over for a cookout. There was no escaping it. The drone only ever altered its source, for if not the outside world intruding, my brain would find other disturbances.

The cries of injustice over silly arguments online, claims of sexism or racism, bigotry that was just a spun illusion seemed to be all there was online. One person shouting down from their pedestal at everyone else, the internet making everyone feel the need to be heard and earn some imaginary form of validation. It was all fake. People weren't trying to change minds or better themselves. They weren't learning or effectively communicating. They were creating divides. It was painful to watch, harming to read. My mind reeled under the constant assault of self righteous pricks, each thinking they were right and worldly when all they did was hope shouting their opinions the loudest would make them correct.

"Jeff"

It used to be so easy to ignore. But nowadays, it was infused in commercials, attacking people sitting unsuspecting in their homes. Ads telling men that we were toxic, or that we needed to like something or you were now a 'Bigot'. Politics are rampant, each party falsifying information about each other, ugly lies told as if they were nuggets of truth, gold in the eyes of the followers. All of it was just a static

All i had to do was turn off my computer and it would all go away. Well, that's what they all say. My therapist, my counselor, my fake 'friend' who was apparently interested in my well being... That's definitely why they wanted to prescribe me meds immediately... Yeah..

"Jeffery?"

It never worked though. I would feel the world continue to spin a thousand miles an hour with me just hurtling along with it, useless and without control. Time would crawl by, my few moments of bliss without noise being falling asleep, my consciousness fading being my only relief in life. Everything was painful it seemed. Between everyone just arguing and people callously cutting me out of their lives just because i couldn't seem to keep up with every trend, i felt lost. No direction, between jobs and feeling hopeless. Noise hurt, even being left alone in a dark house seemed like torture. I could hear ticking, the constant thrum and vibrations wherever i was.

"Jeff!"

It felt hard to tell what was real and not sometimes. People included. Remembering places I've been. Most of the time it felt like things were fake. Like it never happened, almost like i just suddenly popped into being... My mind always felt like it was racing, never stopping. No breaks, just a frantic, break neck pace. My heart would just race and adrenaline could grip my body at the most random of triggers. I-

"Ssshhhhh, just breath jeff."

It's... quiet. Abruptly the static fades. The constant feeling of vertigo, the sense of constant movement slows, a feeling of floating replacing it. A sense of comfort envelopes me, time flowing by calmly as my hair gently is rustled. My body is just there. No effort to stand, just a slackness in my limbs as i float. An earthy scent reassures me, a mix between fresh air from a forest and a mint. The soft but steady voice reassures me, telling me i'm ok. I can't help but trust it, the world a blank space to me, my eyes lying to me.

Or are they. Soft shapes of rolling hills greet me as my senses slowly come back. I feel shade cast down on me, the soft rustling of leaves overhead a muted sound in the back ground. My attention was drawn to my life line. I wasn't floating. My arms were draped around slender, yet deceptively strong shoulders. The softest skin i had ever touched, flawless and olive flowed upward, the ebony hair hiding the perfection, the edge of a jawline shown, an amber eye gazing at me out of its peripheral. "Hey, there you are~" a soft rumble flowing through me. Her voice was low yet soft, the most enticing feminine yet strong thing i had ever heard. I shudder as i feel myself lowered and gently slid off her wide hips. My legs felt like they could barely hold me, yet she held me by shoulders as she gently lowered me to a sitting position before letting me lean back. Staring up at her, everything seemed to fade out of focus except her.

Eyes locked with hers, she towers over me, straddling legs, her knees about even with mine. Face to face, i feel my world come to a stop, her being my anchor. She places a slender hand on my cheek, cupping my jaw as she looks me over. I feel a soft sensations sliding up my leg, circling and tracing shapes on me. Instead of worrying, i don't reach for it, instead now raising my calm arms up. I touch her face, my disbelief at finally realizing that she was indeed real. The word started to fill my mind, not the chaos i was suffering before, but instead just a solid presence. "M-megan?"

Megan's lips curled into the most beautiful smiles i have ever seen, her canines tugging at the edges of her grin. "I found you on the stairs. I was afraid you were going to break the railing from how tight you were gripping it. I can't let this keep happening. Jeff, i know we've talked about this before but i'm done leaving you there. You're mine to protect, i can't let you just struggle alone anymore..."

My mind feels so calm and easy to navigate that it all comes back. In the easiest of terms, its finally 'Un-fucked'. This beauty leaning above me is none other than Megan, my goddess, well Amazoness girlfriend. Practically the same thing. She used to chase after me and fight me for control. The nights of our youth spent fighting for dominance, our first kiss, the nights of ravishing each other while planning our lives. She of course wanted me to stay at home and let her take care of me, being a traditionalist in the most light of terms. But i had fought her tooth and nail, refusing to give up independence.

We both had settled into our careers when the incident happened. Well, accident, but it feels like i wasn't even there yet haven't left the scene of it yet. My life had spiraled out of control on my way home one night. A drunk drive swerved and hit my car, causing me to run off the road, in the middle of some back wood roads heading home. The ambulance happened to just be driving down the road to get to its station when it ran across the wreck of my car, rolled onto the roof, a tree running through the hood.

They said it was a TBI (a traumatic Brain Injury). Between when it happened and when i finally was given the attention i needed, it wsa known that there would likely be lasting damage. No ones fault, how could anyone know a drunkard was going to hit me. He ended up walking away injury free but i was forever fractured. Megan almost killed the poor schmuck when she stormed into the hospital, a muscular giant (a good 7' 5" tall), the look of unfettered rage a look i never want to see again. Some days would be better than others. Sometimes i overloaded from sensory input, others i could function. Everything overwhelmed me quickly and in this day n' age, everything and anything would fry me.

Megan never left me though. Not when i randomly broke down in the kitchen cooking. She had just calmly move the pan off the burner and carried me to the couch, pulling me against her and calming my world. Not when i became a recluse to most, not when i seemed distant. She was always there. Megan is still here, currently leaning in. The sensation of her full lips placing a kiss on my forehead brought a tear to my eye. Here i am a mess, yet she wont leave me. She won't let me suffer. I gently pull myself against her, burying my face into her neck, tears starting to flow freely now. I don't like crying. Normally will shatter all control i have left. But now, with her as my rock, the trouble stops pushing me around. Breathing in her scent as i try not to sob i mutter my only question. "Why? you could go get a normal person.. someone not broken."

Feeling her pull me against her, the soft sensation of her chest pressing against mine as she pulled me into her lap, this amazingly gentle woman just held me against her, nuzzling into my neck as we clung to each other. "That's because you're mine. I told you all they way back then i wouldn't let you go, you haven't changed as a person. I still see all your pieces there even if you seem fractured. You will heal with some time, never the same, but that's not the point. I just care that its you."

I don't care what happens, as long as Megan stays here. She is my rock, my love, my stability. I wouldn't be able to face the day if i didn't know she loved me like she does and i couldn't wish for anyone better in my life. I close my eyes, the tears still streaming down as i just hold onto her, unwilling to lose such an amazing love. "Don't ever leave me, please."

"Of course i wont, my silly man~"