Gaara was ready to kill the phone. He was standing over it with a knife. Just got home from work in the middle of the night and three calls in a row. The first two were telemarketers. The third… well… the third was the one he was currently silently threatening with a knife. With a grin of near psychopathic proportions, Gaara brought the knife down and…

It was still ringing.

He'd forgotten that there was another phone in the house.


Three hours of silence (and sleep) later, the phone was ringing again. Gaara groggily rolled over and picked it up, having completely forgotten about the knife imbedded in its kitchen brother.

"Hello?"

The first thing he heard was a sniffle; next, a quiet "hey."

"Naruto?"

"Yeah." Another sniffle

"Are you alright?"

"No." Gaara could hear the tears, even over the phone.

"He left again?"

"Yeah." He was definitely crying now. No tears held back.

Gaara growled.

"Can you-"

"Come get you?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be right there."

"Thanks."

"Anything for you."

Gaara put on his coat and grabbed his keys before walking out and locking the door behind him. Three hours was all the sleep he was going to get tonight. He didn't mind though. If it was for Naruto, he didn't mind.


Gaara the doctor in a leather jacket with keys! Oh so ooc -.-