TITLE: Still Waters

CHAPTER: 2

RATING: T or PG or whatever
BETAed by: Brynna
ARCHIVE: Anyone who would like. Drop me a line so I can visit.
SYNOPSIS: That which sustains you.
COMMENTS: Spoilers (kind of) for 'Blind Spot'

This Drabble would not die.
This is a short break from my other stories. ( updates very soon ).
Now that this is out of my system...

"Alex," calmly the voice begins. "The doctors said it would take time..." He wraps his right arm around her shoulders slowly. His left hand covers both her fisted hands, lightly stroking them. "Relax you are safe, there is no need to run, you escaped, it is over." Alex begins to relax her hands. "We are safe, you are not alone, we are together."

The blinding fear is melted away by his voice; Alex's mind unclouds from her nightmare. She drops her hands from her chest and wraps her arms around Bobby in a tight hug. The waves of shock and terror still ripple over her body. "Bobby, I, I… the other girl, the screaming, all night, then it stopped. It was all quiet. It was so damned quiet, so damn dark. I couldn't see, the blind fold… Then the cold feel of metal on my face. I didn't know who was there, and I fought to see, to break the blinding dark, not knowing what consequences that would bring. Was I alone? Was he watching? Then I broke free only to find I was running madly through a trap. The air was still, like a tomb, no sounds, no motion; I was trapped with no way out." Her flood of these recent fears is now pouring out, brought on another wave of breathless shaking.

Bobby is now stroking her back, trying to calm her. "There was a way out, you found help, and you used your nerve and knowledge to overcome this tribulation." He continued to let her hold tight, the minutes passed, the tremors faded, the breathing slowed. He is sure her mind is clear now to hear his words. "Fight or flight. Yours was kicked so high into overdrive that your subconscious still hasn't shut off. That's why you're alive and here now, that is what drove you." He relaxes his grip about her body. "Now your subliminal mind needs to catch up with your conscious mind."

"I know." Alex pulls back slowly from him. "The logic is here." She places one of his hands to the side of her head. "But the fear is exploding from here" She moves his hand to rest upon her heart.

He wants to cry, he wants to scream that it is his fault. He knows he is the reason she was chosen as a victim. He still hasn't stopped thanking God that she survived. He is too closely attached to her; his mind wouldn't and didn't work until he knew she was alive and safe. He feels tears forming.

"Bobby, I can't stop the fear, but it will fade on its own." She cups his hand between hers. "Please, I know you blame yourself, so stop. I was targeted to taunt Gage. We were too close in, and the perp had an advantage. You need to know none of this was your fault in any way." She reaches to caress his face and feels the warm wet flow silently sliding down his cheek.

All she has been through and she want to ease my pain. "Alex can you forgive me?"

"No" She brings her other hand to rest on the opposite wet cheek, gently stroking with both thumbs, pushing the tears back. "No, I can't." She leans in and tenderly kisses his lips, softly to comfort him. "Because there is nothing to forgive."

"She was his blind spot."