Hi everyone. Thanks so much for sticking around and continuing to read and review. I honestly can't believe we've already passed the 3.7k mark. It's insane, and I just want to say how grateful I am to all of my wonderful readers. College has been crazy and different since all my classes were online and I didn't feel motivated at all, but seeing the reads go up made my day.

Currently, I'm on a two week semester break before my last semester of college, so I'll try to write as many one-shots as possible. As for those who have sent in requests, I promise you that they are coming. I have ideas for each one of them and they are itching to get out from my head and onto the screen.

This one-shot is Woods family centric, specifically Hayley and Carter, and set during S01E04. I had been listening to the show while revising for my Bio Finals, and when it got to this scene (written at the end of the chapter), a plot bunny popped into my head.

I know a lot of you are expecting Jax, Dayley or Hayleo from the title, but I just needed a little something to get me back into the writing zone.

I know this is a really lengthy Author's Note but I just have to add one more thing. If you don't already know, Netflix has discontinued the production of Greenhouse Academy, meaning we only get to watch the four Seasons that we already have. This is a huge disappointment because Giora, the director, and the cast had been prepared to shoot two more seasons.

So right now, a lot of us fans are going onto Netflix's histogram account, asking them to renew the show. There is also a petition that you sign. So far, it has over 65000 signatures but we need more to have a real shot of Netflix renewing the show. So if you haven't, or even if you already have, please go sign the petition. The Eagles and the Ravens have done their part to save the Greenhouse. Now, it's our turn.

I hope you guys enjoy this and don't forget to send in your prompts.

"Hayley! Can't you see I'm busy?!"

He didn't understand what was happening. He didn't know why he was letting out his frustrations on a little girl, but he was. And the worst part of it was, she is his little girl.

He watches as her eyes turn glassy, tears start to pool and tiny precious droplets start streaming down her face. He wants to touch them, wipe them away, but for some reason, he finds that he cannot move.

But she can. Lips taut, pressed into a thin straight line, she stays silent as she runs away, her soft footsteps lightly tapping against the floor. But to him, they are the heavy echoes of his heart.

That was the first time she ever ran from him. She's never run from him before. She had always been a daddy's girl, his warrior princess. Now, he's not sure anymore. Had he already ruined their relationship? A five-year-old can't be mad at him forever, can she?

With heavy footsteps resonating throughout the near silent house, he heads over to her room. He hears her sniffles through the door and his heart shatters.

He caused this. He caused her pain. This wasn't some problem he could fix by tracking down the person who hurt her and beat him to a pulp. He was the problem.

He knocks.

The door doesn't open.

He leaves.

He knows he should try to comfort her, but when it comes to emotions, that's more of his wife's forte. Why did she and Alex have to go to the 'Mommy and Me' camp out? Sure he loves spending time with his baby girl but he's been so stressed lately trying to wrap up cases at the bureau, and needing to work from home only increases that tenfold.

It's not that she's a difficult or demanding child, but trying to watch over her while working is a daunting task. He wants to keep her safe. He wants to know where she is every minute because who knows what dangers lurk in their very own house.

He would very much like to wrap her up in bubble wrap and place her in a protective bubble to protect her from everything in the world, but he knows he can't; not only because his wife would kill him if he did, but because he knows it's wrong.

He turns to his computer screen and realises time has flown by. Dinner should've been prepared a half hour ago. Great, not only is he incapable of providing for her emotional needs, he also fails in the physical ones, and his daughter is sure to be starving by now.

He orders a pizza and dessert, in hopes that the treat would make up for him yelling at her, before calling her down for dinner.

However, when she doesn't respond, he goes up to check on her. And the already shattered pieces of his heart melts into a puddle, one oozing with love and guilt for his daughter.

She's curled up on her bed, fast asleep, with dried tears staining her cheeks and her pillow. Her sleep is plagued with shivers and sniffles, and deep down he wonders how could he have done this to her. Is this really how much he, his words, his actions, can affect her?

Gently, he takes her into his arms and holds her tight. He feels her stirring but he doesn't let go.

"Daddy?" Her soft voice, one that echoes with sadness, confusion and a hint of fear, is something he never wants hear, never wants to cause ever again.

"I'm so sorry sweetie." He whispers into her ear, his grasp on her never faltering "I vow to never hurt you ever again."

"I love you, daddy..."

~~Flashback Ends~~

He's broken out of his reverie when he sees the tears streaming down her face. He broke his promise. He hurt her. Again.

He wants to move, and this time, he does.

His hand inches towards her face, the pad of his thumb moving to stroke her soft cheeks as it wipes away the tears.

As he stares at those glassy brown eyes, he remembers the first time he saw them, the small but wide eyes of a newborn, ready to take on the world.

He remembers the adoration they held when she met her new baby brother, even though she couldn't fully comprehend the concept at that time.

He remembers the mirth and joy in them at every celebration, and when she was younger, each time he came home from work. The unbridled joy that had her running towards him at breakneck speed before he picked her up and spun her around. Oh, how those times have gone.

Because he also remembers that day he hurt her. He remembers how ashamed of himself he was. How could he, in his right mind, bear to have hurt his innocent baby girl, who had only asked if he was alright and made him a drink. Each time he sees the tears in her eyes, he's taken back to that day, and he renews his vow not to hurt her again. But he's failed.

He's a lucky man though. His daughter, his sweet beautiful daughter that is too good for this world, too good for him, still finds it in her to forgive him.

He steps closer to her, his hand continuing to wipe away her tears. Now though, she rests her head against his palm.

Everything is said in that moment. "I'm sorry." "I love you." And yet, no words are spoken.

He pulls her into an embrace and he holds on. Never again is he letting her go. Never again will he let go of that same promise.

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