Pairing: Niki/Claire, future fic.
"You don't understand," Niki whispers. The brush of words seem to echo loudly in the small room they're holed up in. She hasn't seen Micah in so long that she thinks she's forgotten what he looks like.
But she's here, and there's this bright girl with her; a smile like sunshine, and the earnest need to help. She can't be older than seventeen, but already Jessica's voice is echoing to her, filthy phrases and images that she wants to irradiate.
"I'm dangerous. You need to leave."
Claire's hand closes over hers, warm and promising. "I'm not leaving you. No way."