:sorry for the long wait guys! But im back with a new drabble! Thanks for your reviews! It's appreciated! Also…I'm gonna be posting a list of all of the stories that involve Mu and Murrue in them in my profile…I'll be working on that as soon as this update is in…ok! On with the drabble:


:Storm:

He had always hated storms. When he was a boy there as nothing more frightening then the storms that rolled through his neighborhood. Even up till now Mu La Flaga still hated them with a passion. One, they were probably one of the scariest things on the face of this earth, and tow, a 28 year old man should NOT be afraid of storms.

As much as he told himself that he was far too old to be afraid like this, he still found himself wondering down the hall to a familiar door. It didn't register as to whose door it was until he was right in front of it.

'What am I doing?' He asked himself under his breath. 'You are not about to just walk in on her like that. Besides, what would you tell her? Hi, I'm, scared shitless of this storm, can I come in? No.' He mentally fought with his other half and turned to walk away, but just as he did a loud crack of thunder sounded throughout the ship.

"Screw it I'm going in."

He ran over to her door, hit the buzzer, and called out her name. He didn't know what he'd say, but as of right now, he didn't care. No later did Murrue open her door. She didn't look tired, but it did look as if she had been at least trying to sleep. Her hair was ruffled and she had removed her stockings and her shoes. He also noticed that she had discarded her uniform blouse on the floor; her sheets were also in a heap on the bed, like she had been tossing and turning. He felt bad for disturbing her.

"What is it commander, is there something wrong?" Murrue asked while reaching up to rub her eye with her fist.

"Sorry to disturb you captain, but, we need to talk." He answered casually while leaning up against her doorframe.

"Come in." She sighed as she let him in and shut the door behind him.

She walked Mu over to her bed where the two of them sat on the edge. She patiently waited until he collected his thoughts. He sat and stared at the floor for awhile trying to think of a way to word this. He finally decided that it didn't matter and he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind, something she deserved to know.

"My parents…were both…killed in a house fire caused by lightning. I was the only one from our family that made it out ok. I've been scared of lightning ever since."

Murrue didn't know what to say. She just reached up and put a pale porcelain palm to his check and let it trail down slightly. He tilted his head and let it rest in on her hand.

"You can stay here for the night, Mu. Everything will be fine." She said gently as she lead back to where her pillows rested.

They both lay down and Murrue covered them both with the thin sheet that was crumpled at the bottom of the bed. She allowed him to rest his head on her chest as she ran a hand through his blonde hair, lulling him to sleep. She watched him as he slowly drifted into a light slumber. She would've fallen asleep if not for the storm raging right outside her window. Just the fact that it was there made it impossible to sleep, but now that she knows that he needed someone, she needed to be strong for him. If not for him coming into her room she would be lying on her bed shivering and tossing and turning clutching the sheets scared senseless of the storm.

But he didn't have to know that.


: Finally! Another drabble done! I'd really appreciate it if you guys made some suggestions as to what kind of a drabble you want next! Also, I don't think that's how Mu's family home really caught on fire, but it seemed to fit perfectly with the scene. AS long as it makes sense…right? So, anyway, drop some reviews and suggestions…these drabbles aren't for my health you know…they're for your health! I'm out of ideas right now…so the more suggestions you make the ore drabbles you get! Or maybe it's just because it's 11 at night and that's usually when my brain stops functioning and yet I still find myself writing until all hours of the morning…I don't understand myself…So…there's my excuse…just…give me something to work with…later on buds…