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The Soul Mate

Putting aside the math, Hermione absently looked at the clock. No, there's no way that's the time, she thought, as she double checked it on the computer. Six-twenty am. Rubbing her eyes, she wondering where the time had gone. She blew off that musing, as the answer came to her. It went where it always went. She was in the middle of getting her things together, when there was a gentle tapping on her office door.

"Come in!" she called out.

Bruce popped his head into the office. He looked her over before asking, "Just how long have you been up this time?"

She thought it over. "I…I have no idea. It's been days this time, I'm sure."

He stepped into the office, telling her, "You can't keep doing this to yourself, Hermione."

"Great," she sighed. "Could you tell that to the unreasonable night terrors I keep having? Because they never listen to me about my need for rest." Getting to her feet, she grabbed up her work. "Is there anything going on today that I should worry about?"

"Sleep."

"I meant other than that," she replied, going over to the safe. She opened it, put the work into it, and relocked it in short order. Turning to face him, she told him, "Is my sister cooking this morning?"

"It's Saturday so that's a yes."

She stared at him for a time.

"You didn't know it was Saturday, did you?"

Hermione shook her head no.

He went over to her, throwing an arm around her shoulders and walking her out of the office. Enough was enough. This had to end and he could only think of one solution for her issues at that moment.

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Bruce and Steve looked down to the couple spooning together on the hospital bed. Bucky had been injured on a mission. Yes, he healed quickly, but he still needed the time to recover from the massive harm that would have normally killed the average man. And Hermione, damn, she may not have known what was going on, but hadn't slept in close to a week—the very same week that Bucky had been in the hospital fighting for his life. It hadn't been until Bruce walked into the ICU with Hermione on his arm looking like hell that Steve let out a relieved breath.

"How did you know?" Steve asked him. "To bring her here that is."

Bruce looked to him and said, "She hasn't slept in close to a week."

Steve's eyes widened at those words. "At all?"

"At all." He motioned to them. "They may protest. Tell everyone, including themselves, that they aren't in a committed relationship. But it's as clear as day that they're very important to each other."

"In other words, they're lying," he said quietly, looking down to the two. "Even to themselves."

"Even to themselves," Bruce echoed, looking back to the two as they snuggled up all the more with each other. "Let's give them some privacy."

Steve followed him out, giving them one last look before shutting the door behind himself.

Hermione let out a long yawn. She nuzzled into his neck, as he pulled her closer. The two never opened their eyes, as they relaxed even further. And for the first time in just over a week, the two slept.

TBC…

Ah! Wasn't that sweet? Thanks for reading and I hope that you're all having a delightful day.