A/N-C'mon, you knew I had to bring in something that vaugely resmebled angst. So I lied. It's not ALL fluffy and light. It gets kinda sorta angsty for the middle and then gets really light and fluffy at the end. Fluffy like a quiche. And speaking of fluffy-Fluffy, do you really think that Jordan's NOT going to get over Woody? I mean think of who's writing this...

"Daddy!" She sounded so small, so weak and so helpless. He looked around for the source of the voice and found her standing in the corner reaching out for her. "Daddy, why? Why did you forget about me, you've forgotten about me, I'm not part of you anymore-" He wanted to reach out for her and took a few tentative steps towards her. "You've forgotten about me already? It hasn't even been a year-" He had reached her.

"Abby, I love you, you'll always be a part of me-" She laughed, high pitched and far to bitter for the little girl in front of him.

"Will I? You've forgotten me daddy-forgotten about what I was, what you did to me." He shook his head.

"I haven't forgotten Abby-there's not a day that goes by when I don't think about how foolish I was-" She laughed that same bitter laugh.

"You never realize how foolish you are until it slaps you in the face daddy. You never know what you have until it's gone and now I'm gone daddy. You never got the chance to really love me."

"Abby, please, I wish I could do things over, do them right."

"You can't daddy, you already screwed up. Daddy, you screwed up and I'm dead now because you failed as a parent." He reached out for her, calling her name, chasing after her.

He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and found himself waking up in his own bed, with her sitting next to him. "Relax." Her voice was calm and soothing. "It was only a dream, only a bad dream." He took a few deep breaths, reminding himself that it was just a dream. Just a horrible dream. "Better?" She asked once his breathing slowed to normal. He nodded. She stared getting up and he didn't let go.

"Stay, please." He knew he was sounding pleading and afraid, but he didn't care. She looked at him before turning down the covers and sliding in next to him. "Thank you." He whispered as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She was a teddy bear to him, something to comfort him.

He was amazed at the easy way that she fit against his body though. She just seemed to nestle into every single curve. Lock and key. He had to smile slightly, she felt just so natural against him, comforting, him soothing him. But he couldn't help but notice the easy way that she fit, and wondered about the possibility of more of this.

He cleared that thought from his head. She was his best friend, she still wasn't past Woody, he shouldn't be thinking those things about her, she was the one who was comforting him, chasing away the nightmares, he didn't want to screw things up between them, didn't want to start pushing for more, start even thinking about more. He wanted to get better with her help.

She was his comforter, his protector. She had fallen asleep, pulled tightly against him and he looked down at her, before closing his own eyes. She could chase away the nightmares, show him that life was still worth living, that whatever the nightmares said, she could pull him back from the edge.

She wasn't worth the romantic thoughts.