Disclaimer and AN: It isn't mine. Thanks to all the lovely reviewers.
Most people born and raised in the army, she knows, have no fear of bombs. And it's not the bombs she's scared of, it's the noises the bombs make, she's equally terrified of fireworks. Sow hat if it's not the most sensible thing. He's afraid of small spaces so... ha! Except, she has to admit that that has some basis in reality. Just a very, very small one. Tiny, really. Insignificant. Almost.
Of course, she's never realized before just how much it scares her to see him scared. Which is ridiculous because she's her, the corpsmen are scared of her, and she's almost dead sure that her ex-husband was as well. BJ thinks of her as a sort of anomaly because she loves the army- never, she thinks, a proper person. Charles, she is almost certain doesn't think of her at all, because he's Charles he doesn't think of anyone but himself. If he were to offer her a moment's thought, she wouldn't be surprised to learn that he thought she was commanding, overbearing and part seductress (there have been some incidents with Charles that she'd prefer not to talk about). But he's not afraid of her- he knows that she's just as weak as the rest of them most of the time. Just better at hiding it.
And she wonders if he knows that he knows her better than anyone else on this planet. And that her walls would fall down with the slightest tap from him. She knows the answer is no. She just doesn't know how to tell him. Other than sitting here with him, all alone. Helping.