Catra thought everything had finally calmed down—that things would start looking up in one way or another but she quickly discovered that to be all an illusion on night while she once again stayed the night over at Adora's.

It had been weeks since the spring dance that had finally given them enough courage to say what they were thinking—or rather feeling and although this didn't make things perfect, for Catra it definitely helped. However there was still one major problem that lingered between them that Catra had no idea how to solve.

The nightmares.

Adora had seemed to contentiously have the same dreams over and over and although both Glimmer and Catra had tried to pry the information out of her, she would never talk about what exactly those dreams where. Always brushing it off as something stupid or just memories playing over in her head but Catra wasn't going to buy that even for a second.

After all, she knew that most of those nights after waking up screaming—Adora didn't fall back asleep no matter what was going on the next day or even where she was. But on this particular night Catra and Adora were both curled together on a makeshift mattress in Glimmer's room after the latter had insisted that they needed to marathon a whole cartoon series because neither of them had ever seen it.

Well that so called classic had put Catra asleep right away only to be woken up only a hour or so later by Adora mumbling beside her, her voice catching in her throat as she kept repeating the words: Please don't do this over and over.

Catra had no idea what could have even brought this on, after all she had received the worst treatment out of all of them at the group home and although she understood that Adora had faced more emotional torture and manipulation than anything she just could see why that would cause this level of mental anguish.

"Adora! Come on, wake up. It's just a dream." She called, softly at first so not to wake Bow and Glimmer although this didn't seem to phase Adora at all.

"Adora!" she repeated, putting a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder only for a vice light grip to grab her arm, making her really glad that she and Adora never actually came to blows during those first few weeks of the school year.

"Adora! Chill, it's me! You're having a nightmare." She all but shouted, effectively waking up both of their roommates and the blonde who looked close to tears.

"Catra? Oh my gosh, are you okay? I didn't mean...I'm sorry."

Adora began, however Catra just smiled sympathetically as she glanced toward the others who rushed over.

"You really need to talk to my mom about all of this. I mean you barely sleep anymore." Glimmer stated as she knelt on the floor beside Adora who shook her head frantically.

"Hate to say it 'Dora but Tinker-bell's right. You have to talk to someone and the only one who really would know how to help is Angela. I know that Hope was an ass and Beatrix can rot in the last layer of hell for all anyone with common sense cares but Angela isn't like either of them," Catra said, drawing closer to the still obviously disturbed blonde before adding:

"I'll even come with you if you want me to."

Angela didn't know what was going on when she found herself being shook awake by Glimmer, who looked frantic.

"Glimmer, what the world is wrong? It's three in the morning?" Angela asked, trying to stifle a yawn as she got out of bed despite the fact that she was still confused by this whole thing.

"It's Adora, She had another nightmare and this time I don't think it had to do with Mara's death." Glimmer answered before grabbing her hand and practically dragging her from the room.

"I can't tell her that! She'll get mad!" Adora was saying when they walked in although she grew quiet when she saw Angela standing in the doorway.

"You can. Hell, I have even talked about shit with Angela and if she puts up with me I know she sure as hell will listen to you." Catra retorted, squeezing Adora's hand slightly.

"Do you think we did the right thing? I mean I know my Mom would never hurt her or anything but she looked so scared." Glimmer asked as they sat downstairs, giving Adora and Angela time to talk about whatever it was that was going on with Adora.

"You two are her best friends, you don't have to worry. I on the other hand, will probably get the silent treatment for the next decade but as to answer your question, Yes. Yes we did because I know how it effects people to bottle up things like that...because frankly I was the world's worst for it." Catra responded, laying back on the couch.

"that's right, you live on your own don't you? Who did you finally talk to?" Bow asked, turning toward Catra who sighed.

"Scorpia," She answered simply as she turned to face them "She basically tolerated all of my bullshit and saw past everything I threw at her, even when I basically used her like some sort of disposable object. To be honest I don't even know how we're still friends or why she didn't kick my ass out."

The raw honesty of the answer surprised both of the other teens—who up until this point hadn't really spoken much to Catra about her past outside of the few stories that Adora and her had shared with them about the mischief that they would get up to as kids.

"Wow. One would think that someone that intimidating wouldn't be so empathetic." Glimmer said, earning a nod.

"Yeah, she's a real sweetheart at times...well at least the thirty percent of the time that she isn't being a total dunce." Catra responded with a sigh as she glanced toward the stairs.

Had she read this whole thing wrong? Would Angela actually be mad about this whole thing? She couldn't help but worry although another—more rational—part of her brain knew that she was just overthinking things because she didn't want her girlfriend to hurt anymore.

"and they both said things along the same lines to you? Really? Did you ever tell anyone about this? Mara?" Angela asked softly, unsure if what she felt more of in that moment was disgust at what the authority figures in—up until the last few years of Adora's—life had told her or anger at the before-mentioned women.

"Mara was already having such a difficult time so I didn't want to bother her, besides I dealt with it before so I knew I could deal with it again." Adora answered, earning a sigh from Angela, which she took a sign to brace herself for whatever came next.

"Adora, you're still just a kid yourself. You don't have to deal with all this on your own and to be frank no one should. You have people who will care and listen if you would just talk to them." Angela said gingerly, trying to keep any trace of what could be interpreted as irritation out of her tone.

"Whenever you start feeling like this, come to me. I don't care what time it is. Okay? I am not going to get angry at you or whatever else those imbeciles made you expect. When I offered you a place here I took full responsibility for you and that means all the emotional and mental needs as well as the physical."

Angela wasn't sure how Adora would respond to this. If she would think of it as some form of guilt trip or lecture, or even if it would cause the girl to shut her off once again. But whatever response she figured would come, didn't prepare her for the fact that—after a delay of several minutes—Adora hugged her.

"Thank you."

Adora wished that she could say more but those were the only two words that her brain seemed to be able to get her mouth to form, although there was so much that she wanted to say. She just hoped that she hadn't read the situation wrong, that Angela would react to this the same way that Beatrix or even Hope would have.

Although it didn't take her long to get her answer, because as soon as the initial shock wore off Angela returned the embrace and for the first time in a long time, Adora actually felt as though she had finally found a place where she could be accepted without judgment or ridicule.