Warning: Season 3 Spoilers.

Guardian Angel.

It doesn't matter where she goes she always feels him. When she turns or tries to find him, he's never there. It's a something she's come to accept, the feeling of being watched, and she wonders if it's for her protection or his. It definitely scared her in the beginning, but he never stepped forward or tried to hurt her. So she was accepting the way he watched from a distance, he could be right behind her and she would never know. A part of her didn't want to know, as much as it piqued her curiosity she knew it was better to not know what he would do. The idea of being slammed against a rusty heater with pliers thrust into her mouth didn't feel too welcoming.

It's when she's walking from her car to her house that he makes himself known. She hadn't even seen the guy coming towards her but Huck did, he always did and she turned to watch them struggle. She closes her eyes when she hears Huck snap the guys neck, that bone crunching sound has become more common in her life than it should have ever been. He stares at her from under the yellow-orange glow of the street streetlight, he's breathing harder and the flash of the temporary rage that took over is frightening and inviting but she knows that chapter of her life is over. No more questions, just the eery familiar feeling of being watched. Even in this suspended moment in time where they're just staring at each other she knows that he could have taken that guy down without her ever noticing, he wanted her to notice.

Is it time?

Will there ever be a good time to talk about... them or about what happened?

When she's safe inside her apartment with the door locked her phone rings. It's endearing and frightening how well he can time her movements, and how accurate he is in his spying. She knows it's better to just answer it than to pretend that it's someone else, because it's not anyone else, it's Huck.

"Hello."

"You need to be careful, I may not always be there."

"Why are you there at all?" she asked, partially curious and partially bitter. Why was he always so close and far away? Why had things always been like this for them? It was frustrating but she vowed to never let it bring her to tears again. She can't hear a sound at all, not even him breathing but she knows he's there. "I'm sorry, that was rude. Thank you, I didn't see him coming towards me."

"You're welcome." For a few seconds there's an awkward tension in the air. She knows he didn't call her to say that. He wants to say something else, he has to because this isn't how Huck functions. There's a rhyme and a reason for most things he did, and ringing her up doesn't seem to be something he did out of pure pleasure. "We need to talk."

"We've needed to talk for a very long time."

"Yes, we have." He doesn't have to say a word for her to understand that he's struggling with what they need to address. "I'm not sorry."

"I noticed."

"Just be quiet, for once, be quiet." Quinn nods her head as if he's standing right there, maybe out of habit, or possibly because he's watching her from somewhere. "I'm not sorry but I do feel..." he struggled with his word, "Strange about how we left things. Somethings that I said I did mean, and other things I didn't mean to say, but I was angry at you, and then angry at myself." He exhaled deeply, "I've been trying to work up the courage to talk to you for months but it was hard."

"Harder than snapping a man's neck?"

"It's not easy telling a person you love that you were wrong." Quinn is rendered speechless for the first time and she hadn't expected him to be working up to saying that. She had felt something other than undying adoration for him, but she never knew how he felt and a part of her didn't want to. If he felt the same then that meant that things would become weird, but it seemed that they were going to be weird anyway. "I led you into this and-"

"But you didn't, I made the choice to do what I did you didn't have anything to do with it."

"I did, I encouraged it, and I shouldn't have. It's too late for me but it's not too late for you."

"It's never too late for you, Huck." she spoke honestly, "You're... you. You can do anything."

"You really think so?" He sound partially amused and partially bitter. "You're a good woman, Quinn."

"And you're a good man, Huck." She wonders why she feels this sea of calm rushing over her. She hasn't been this content in a very long time. Quinn also wonders where they stand now, she knows that they're not friends but they're not enemies either. "So... what... what are we? Do you hate me or..."

"I don't hate you." he says it calmly, and it's not to placate her or to help him sleep easier either. It's pure honesty and it's something neither of them have had enough of in their life. "But I've hurt you and-"

"Yes, you did hurt me but I hurt you, too. I lied to you."

"Why?"

"I was scared."

"Fear hasn't stopped you from doing anything before."

"I never killed anyone before! I hate to hit squirrels with my car and I killed that man and I tried... I tried to call but you wouldn't pick up and..." It feels like she's reliving the terror again, the pain of it all and the absolute dread that devoured her whole. Charlie's words rung in her ears clear as the day he said them. Huck would be disappointed in you. She wipes away the tears she hadn't even realized were climbing down her cheek, "I'm sorry, I'm babbling and.."

"Don't be." It calms her in a way that only Huck can, just two words from him can change everything. "Are you alright?"

"No, no I'm not. But I will be fine, eventually"

"Good." she moves from her spot where she was frozen during their conversation, she put away her purse and headed into the kitchen. "Can I... Would it be fine... I'm just trying to say could I.."

"You can come over if that's what you're asking." She hears three firm knocks at the door, and when she opens the door he looks nervous, ans she feels just as nervous as he looks. Quinn isn't use to him being nervous, he always seems so sure but she realizes that she's the reason he's nervous.

"Hi..." he says it in a way that takes her breath away, how can a common greeting do that? Maybe it's the naked emotion on his face, and she can tell he's missed her just as much as she missed him. She lowers her phone to her side and he does the same.

"Hi..." she repeats in a shaky voice, how can you one person break her down and rebuild her so quickly? She bridges the gap between them and throws herself in his arms and hugs him, and his arms wrap around her and holds her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Huck." She chants it into his chest repeatedly as she wets his shirt with her tears.

"Me too." he whispers it so only she can hear it, and she knows he means it. For this moment in time they hold each other and feel whole again, because they've managed to find something in each other that they might not be able to find again. Instead of letting it disappear like dust in the wind, they try to hold onto it like a fleeting dream. There's a lot that's left unsaid between them but they know they have time now, more than enough time to make things right again.

Author's Note: The prompt called for one character to watch over another and this was the best course of action. Thank you all for the reviews, favs & follows.