I know this was fast, but I was so inspire that I couldn't help myself. Anyway, please enjoy!

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Rex's heart might as well have been in his throat as he furiously knocked on Sophia's door. His hands were practically shaking and he pleaded to whatever entity was out there for her to be alright. "Please," he begged under his breath. He couldn't lose her. He wouldn't lose her. "Please, please, please." Regret settled in his stomach as he recalled their fight. It seemed so pointless now that he had been reminded that she was in danger.

The door swung open and there stood Sophia in sweatpants and a T-shirt. "Rex?" she asked in confusion. "What are you- mph!"

He didn't wait for her to finish her sentence as he grabbed her by the waist, pressing his lips to hers. He held her close against his chest as he kissed her, relief washing over his heart. She was safe, she was here with him. She wasn't- He forced the thought out of his head.

Once they pulled away, Sophia stared at him with wide eyes. "Well, that was unexpected," she remarked but seemed breathless nonetheless. She looked at him, her intelligent eyes scanning over his body. "Are you... alright?"

Rex took a gentle hold of her face, pressing his forehead to hers. "I am now," he replied. "Are you alright?"

Sophia smiled, unsure. "Why wouldn't I be?" she responded coyly. "Worried about me?" His expression, however, remained serious and she frowned. "Did... something happened?" He didn't answer. "Rex!"

He glanced around her apartment, looking for any signs of a break-in. "Did you have anyone over last night?" he questioned. "Maybe Danica?" Because that girl was so spiteful that she would pull this shit. If he ever found out that she was behind this, he wouldn't stop himself from retaliating this time. He didn't care if she was a woman; this was crossing a line.

She gave him a bewildered look. "No," she answered, shaking her head. "No, I went out for drinks with my secretary and then came home and knocked out." She placed a gentle hand on her cheek. "Why? What's wrong?"

Rex pressed his lips together in refusal. He couldn't tell her; she would freak out. Besides, they were supposed to be mad at each other. Would she still think he was trying to control her? His heart pounded against his chest and he suddenly found it hard to breathe. The thought of someone being in here without Sophia's knowledge...

He couldn't bear it.

"Rex!" shouted Sophia, grabbing his face. "Hey, look at me." He did, focusing on her pretty face. He had never noticed the small scar above her lip. Had she always had that? When had she gotten it? "Honey, you need to calm down, okay? Follow my voice." He could do that, he liked her voice. It was a bit deep and hoarse, but he found it sexy.

Reality seemed to settle in as she sat him down on the couch. Rex leaned into her hand, reveling in its soft touch. His heart settled in his chest and his hands stopped shaking. The man blinked as everything came back into focus.

Sophia gave him a dazzling smile, looking visibly relieved. "There we go," she said, gently kissing his nose. "Do you feel okay?"

He nodded numbly. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm good." Embarrassment burned his cheeks. She must have thought he was a weirdo! Why did he have to freak out like that? "S-Sorry."

She shook her head. "It's alright," she assured him. "You were having a panic attack. Happens to everyone once in a while." She eased his head into the crook of her neck. "Now, are you gonna tell me what happened?"

Rex bit his lip. "You'll freak," he insisted. He didn't want to worry her, she had just moved in after all. But wouldn't he be doing a bigger disservice by keeping it from her? Didn't she deserve to know? "I-"

"Please?" Sophia interrupted, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

He groaned. "Soph-"

Her lip began to tremble and her eyes were big and sad. "Please?"

Well, how could he say no to that face? Rex sighed, wishing that the couch would swallow him up. "Fine," he agreed reluctantly. "Just brace yourself okay?" He whipped the crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket before shoving it toward her.

Sophia raised an eyebrow at him before unfolding the paper. He watched her, waiting for her reaction. Her mouth parted in shock as she took in the contents of the picture. '3... 2... 1...' "What the fuck!" shouted Sophia, jumping up from the couch. Her expression twisted into disgust as she threw the picture onto the ground.

Rex closed his eyes. "It was in my mailbox this morning," he informed her quietly. He picked up the picture, risking a quick glance at it. Sophia was completely exposed, her panties gone and her shirt up, revealing her bare breasts.

She glared at the couch before moving to sit on the love seat. Her angry blue eyes softened into concern and fear. "They... they were in my house," she uttered. He almost hadn't heard her. "They w-were here. Touching me. I..." Her arms moved around her midsection. "I was wet this morning, Rex. I thought I was just touching myself in my sleep or something, but..."

His stomach churned uncomfortably as he moved to sit next to her. He made sure to keep a good distance from her as he plopped down. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. Though, he wasn't sure how much that helped. What could he say? What did you say to a woman who had just been invaded and violated in her own home? "I didn't wanna tell you, but..."

Sophia tightly closed her eyes and he could tell that she was forcing herself not to cry. "Y-You were right," she admitted. "I'm weak and foolish and-"

Rex stared at her, bemused. "I never said that!" he exclaimed. It came out louder than he meant it to.

She shrugged flippantly at him. "No, but you should have." She stood up, shuffling toward the window. "I act like I'm so strong and independent, but I'll never stop relying on people." She sniffed, wiping her nose. "I broke up with Danica and every relationship after was a disaster." He tried not to be hurt by that. "I moved away from my parents and I made a mess they had to clean up. I become the boss of my father's firm and I get assaulted in my own office."

Sophia turned steely eyes to him and he was immediately reminded of that night. "I move into my own apartment and I'm assaulted again. Who the fuck gets assaulted twice in less than a month?" Her lips morphed into an angry scowl. "It's going to stay the same, isn't it? I'm always going to be the fool who needs other people to clean her messes!" She stomped on the ground with such force that he had to hold onto the couch.

Immediately after, she sunk onto the ground and began to sob.

Rex felt his heart break at the sound. He knelt next to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You aren't weak," he assured her. "And you aren't foolish. I'm so sorry that I made you think that you were."

She shoved his hand away, turning angry, tearful eyes onto him. "Don't you dare apologize!" she snapped. "I'm the one who messed up! I always mess up! And I'm not letting you clean up my messes too! I'll deal with this by myself!" She attempted to get up, but he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back down. "Let go of me!"

He held onto her as tightly as he could, fighting back his own tears. He glared down at her, angry at her, himself, and the whole fucking world at that moment. "You listen to me right now, Sophia Martha Wayne," he growled. "If you think I'm going to let you deal with a fucking stalker on your own, you are sorely mistaken."

He had her full attention now, her eyes wide with shock. Good. For once, she was going to listen to him.

Rex held her chin, forcing her to look at him. "First of all, I already told you that we would deal with this together and you agreed," he glowered. "Are you going back on your word?"

She looked aghast. "What? No!"

"Then don't even think about shutting me out," he hissed. "I said that I was going to help you and I fucking meant it. Secondly, there's nothing wrong with relying on the people around you. That's what we're here for. Your parents love you and they'll do anything for you. Our parents are here for us to count on them."

"But-"

"I wasn't finished," Rex snapped harshly. She shut her mouth. He never talked to her like this, but she was being insufferable and irrational and stupid. She needed to hear this. "Thirdly, what happened with Holland and last night was NOT your fault."

Sophia glared at him. "Yes it was!" she insisted. "I knew Holland was a creep and I did nothing about it. I allowed him to weaken me, to violate me in my own office! And yesterday, I refused to let my father install a security system. I knew I had a stalker, but I was being stubborn and prideful and I basically invited the bastard in!"

He lightly pinched her side.

"Ow!" she yelped dramatically, her glare growing more intense. "What the fuck? Why did you pinch me?"

Rex glared right back. "If some chick grabs my cock, did I cheat on you?" he countered.

Sophia looked at him like he was crazy. "Of course not!" she answered, bemused. "She assaulted you! I would punch that bitch out. You can't control what she-" Realization settled in her face. "Oh."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh," he mocked. The fight seemed to leave her as she relaxed into him. He sighed, shaking his head as he played with her hair. "What am I going to do with you, Princess?"

She gave him a bashful yet seductive grin. "Ravish me?" she guessed. She giggled at his exasperated expression as she wiped her eyes. "Wow, I got really emotional, didn't I?"

Rex gave her a fake sympathetic look. "Is it that time of the month?" he teased.

This time, Sophia pinched him. "Not funny, asshole," she retorted. "And you better not let my mother hear that joke." She was quiet for a moment as she drew circles on his chest. "I am sorry, though."

He continued to play with her hair, running his fingers through it. God, he had missed this. "About what?"

She sniffed. "I didn't think about how that night affected you," she admitted, catching him by surprise. "I... I had bruises and my shirt was torn open and-"

Rex winced at the reminder. "Let's not talk about the state you were in," he requested. He would listen to her fears or feelings or whatever else, but he couldn't think about how he had found her. It was painful.

"Okay," agreed Sophia immediately. "My point is, you were just as scared as I was. You wanted me to talk about it because you wanted to make sure I was alright. I should have seen that and I'm so sorry that I didn't."

She wasn't too far off, he realized. Was that why he had been so insistent that she talk to him about it? Had he pushed her for his own benefit? "I'm sorry that I pushed you," he amended. "I never want to hurt your feelings or make you think less of yourself. I care about you too much for that. I l-" He cut himself off. Were they ready for that? Maybe. But he felt as though now wasn't the best time to say it. "I, um-"

She cut him off with a gentle kiss to his lips. "We don't have to go there," she assured him. "Another time, maybe. Okay?"

Rex could get behind that. "Okay," he agreed. He rested his chin on top of her head. "Do you need anything else?"

Sophia smiled. "Just you," she answered. "Well, you, my red lingerie, and my queen-sized-" He was scooping her into the air and carrying her off to her bedroom before she could finish her sentence.

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I like to call this chapter, "Rex and Sophia Being Each Other's Therapists for 2,000 words." I love this chapter so much. Last chapter was very much forced, if you couldn't tell. And yes, I'm just as happy as you that they made up. And yes, Rex almost told her he loved her. I was gonna stick that in, but then I figured, one thing at a time, you know? Perhaps in a few chapters, I'll let them say it. Also, Rex was completely justified in his rant, in case you were wondering.

Anyway, I hope you liked it and please review!