A/N: Ok, update: The Gail-story is taking me longer than I thought, so I thought I'd use Totalidiot's idea to hold everyone over while I work on it! Thanks for all the super epic reviews, they mean so much! Sorry this one is shorter, it's not my fav, the next one is better.

Noise.

Emmet clutched the cotton blue bedspread. He curled beneath the blanket, trying to gather up all the heat available.

He shut his eyes so hard they sent a needle of pain through his forehead.

The rain was continuous, unrelenting. It never stopped, drop after drop melded together to form a cascade of rushing water. A distributed waterfall, plunging on the whole town.

The rumble, the sonic rush ricocheted through the window and into his ears. Why was he such a baby? A little storm, and he was ready to burst into tears.

The downpour had been attacking them for hours, from lunch onwards.

In a brief moment of calm, he turned in the large bed to face Lucy, who was sleeping like a baby. Of course, she would be able to sleep through this bombing raid. She could sleep through anything. Five alarms all playing Everything is Awesome at top volume couldn't wake her up if she wanted to sleep. A rock, indeed.

Thunder rolled in and out. It was like a massive drum was being pounded on every other minute above the clouds.

It was too loud. The house was surely shaking. He knew the house would stand, he was a construction worker, he knew that a small storm like this wouldn't bring it down. Physics told him so.

So why were tears starting to fall down his face?

I will not wake Lucy up. I will be a man and face this thing like a man would.

That was easy to do for the next five seconds, when rain harassing and pelting the window was all he had to worry about.

A sharp clap struck, followed by peals and peals of blunt thunder like punches to the gut.

A thick strip of lightning struck, illuminating the room like sunlight. In the brief flash, he caught sight of his face in the window, petrified and weeping. That didn't help. He wanted it to be morning. Morning, afternoon, evening, anything. He was fine with storms if they were during the day!

He flipped over in bed. Lucy was still snoring. How did she do it?

Reaching over, he took his time wrapping his arms around her waist so as not to wake her up. A sigh escaped his lips. Better. She was warm, like a heated blanket or a fire after coming in from shoveling snow. He nestled his head in her hair. Holding her made him feel better; safer.

"Mph-Uhm...Ems?"

Really? Applauding thunder and gunshot lightning couldn't wake her up, but hugging her did? He could never figure her out.

"Uh…hi," he replied.

Another bomb of thunder mixed with a splash of lighting crashed to Earth. The rain picked up speed, and Emmet forgot any training he had, instead shutting his eyes so he wouldn't see the window break.

Emmet held her tighter. "Luc-Lucy, I'm scared."

Lucy woke herself up at the sound of his whimpering voice. "Ems? Are you ok?"

"Hold me, please."

Lucy pushed herself up in bed, propped up by her elbows to watch the storm for a moment; the rain attacked their windows like zombies, viciously pounding at the glass.

She turned her focus to Emmet. Her heart broke at the sight of him, crying and shaking. "Come here, it's ok," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him against her. He was warm.

"Thanks," he mumbled, hugging her tightly. Most would've found it too tight, but Lucy couldn't stop the smile from invading her face. She was needed. He needed her...and she liked it.

"I'm right here, don't worry." She started rubbing his back as means of calming him and making sure he would stay in her arms.

Emmet nodded. "I'm sorry..." his face grew redder than blood at the apology he uttered.

Lucy smiled softly. "Don't be. It's ok."

"Thanks."

Emmet clung to her as the storm battered at their window. He loved her so much. She was so good to him, who else would ever comfort him like this? He couldn't imagine life without her. "Hey, Lucy?" he murmured, finally peeking up to smile at her.

She held him tighter, resting her head on his. "Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The two remained wrapped in each other's arms for who knows how long. The storm didn't relent, it didn't increase or decrease in rage, but Emmet wasn't as afraid. He couldn't be, wrapped up in his girlfriend like that.

A few minutes later, a knock just reached the Lucy's ears from the door. "Who..." she mumbled. She had been falling asleep, the knock barely woke her up, as opposed to Emmet, who was sound asleep in her arms.

The door peeked open, and a pink, square head poked out. "Emmet? Lucy?"

Lucy smiled at Unikitty, whimpering and making the cutest face from behind the door. "Come on in."