Title: Jar of Emotions
Theme: #03 Helpless
User: NobodyFamous/Lycaena
Word count: 573
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED or Destiny.
Summary: An unexpected encounter. Fluff alert

She curled up on the bed. It was a nightly habit. She would go into His old room, and she would sleep in His old bed. It wasn't happening as frequently as it had been before, since That Guy now occupied His room. She hated calling them by names. It seemed to make everything so much more… Real. She had managed to make it in to That Guy's room since he had to do some maintenance. She was hoping that when he got back, he would be too tired to look into the bed across from his. But if he did… She let her thoughts trail off.

Every time she would lie there, she could still smell Him. But every time, it smelled less like Him and more like herselfShe felt a tear leak out from one of her eyes, and before she knew it, she was crying.

Dearka finished off, and jumped down from the cockpit of the Buster. At that moment, nothing seemed more welcoming than the idea of a bed. He had been working hard all day, and was exhausted. He made his way to his room, and punched in the code that would open the door. It slid open, and he flicked the lights on. A protesting groan from the bed across from his own sparked his interest. He stood in front of it and froze. There she was, in a bed, in his room. "You got the wrong bed missy. Mine's over there." He told her while throwing a thumb behind him. When he got no reaction, he got curious. Kneeling down beside the bed, he examined her. She looked like she was asleep, her long lashes resting on her cheeks, a piece of her copper hair had fallen across her face. He gently pushed it up, only to see thin trails of salt-water. Had she been crying? Her eyelashes fluttered twice before allowing her eyes to fully open. "Tolle?" She asked, her mind still fogged from sleep. What should he say to that? He couldn't exactly lie to her.

"No, just me." He assured her.

At the sound of that voice, she sat strait up. He had found her. That couldn't be good. "I-I'm sorry I- I just Wan- Wanted to—I'll leave." She stuttered while wiping fresh tears from her eyes. A soft thumb brushed against her fingers while he tried to calm her.

"What makes you think I'd want you to leave?" He asked her, softening his smirk somewhat. At that, Miriallia felt like she would burst. She couldn't stop it. She felt so weak, so helpless. The tears started falling harder as she threw her face into his chest. Dearka gently picked her up, and carried her across the room to his bunk. He arranged himself so his back was resting against the wall, and she was lying in his lap. He held her until she stopped crying.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"For what?" He asked her.

"For being so weak. For always needing to have someone there for me. I shouldn't--" He cut her off with a finger pressed to her lips.

"There is nothing for you to apologize for." He told her firmly.

"But--" She was cut off once again when his lips brushed hers. After that, a whole new jar of emotions had been opened, and she was helpless to stop them. So she just let them flow.