Okay, this story is based off of a game I was playing on tumblr. I asked for people to send me some lyrics to their favorite song, and I would turn it into a drabble based off of a pairing.

"Talk to me softly/There is something in your eyes/Don't hang your head in sorrow/And please don't cry/I know how you feel inside I've/Been there before/Somethin's changin inside you/And you don't know" "Don't Cry" by Guns N Roses

The company had dispersed for the night, gone into town to live their respective lives, and Vanessa and Ethan were alone. Silence fell over the house like a blanket, stifling any laughter or joy that could be found, creating a playground for the ghosts of the past, and all of the thoughts better left hidden.

Ethan paced around the house restlessly, the snow and ice pelting the ground outside, adding a chill to the already desolate feeling of the flat. The Company had began taking shifts recently, keeping Vanessa under someone's watch at all times. He was already growing bored of the schedule, and he knew she was too. Vanessa was not a creature of habit, nor did she have the personality of someone who could stay confined for long periods of time. She had a free spirit, and the longer she spent in the house, the more restless and anxious she became.

In his restlessness, he found her perched beside a window, staring aimlessly out into the night, her eyes glazed over, not really seeing anything. He was surprised to see tears falling from her eyes and trailing from her cheeks. Vanessa's tears were not common, and they were never without reason.

When she heard him approach, she wiped the tears away from her face quickly, putting on a smile that did not reach her eyes. She turned towards him in the seat, much stiffer than she usually was around him.

"What's wrong?" He murmured gently, cupping her face in his hand, and tilting her chin up towards him. She made no effort to keep up her facade, her smile cracking as soon as he'd finished his question, but she did not cry again, nor did she tell him the truth.

"Honestly, it's nothing. Hysteria….." he brought his other hand to her face, running a thumb across her lips, stopping the lie before she could finish telling it.

He dropped his hands, offering them to her, and pulling her to her feet as soon as she interlaced her fingers with his. He could see something in her eyes, something dark, and cold, tearing at the softness he usually saw when she turned her gaze to him.

"Talk to me." He whispered softly, drawing her hands up, and placing a soft kiss on her fingertips. She dropped her head, looking to their feet rather than into his eyes. Her tears fell again, before she could stop them.

"You know you can trust me, don't you?" he murmured, trying to draw her eyes back upwards. He let go of one of her hands so he could wipe the fresh tears from her face.

"Is this it, Ethan? Is this what I can expect for the rest of my life? To be afraid of the darkness and…" She dropped her head again, curling her fingers into his shirt, and resting her head against his chest. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her, and laying one hand gently against her hair.

"Of course not. You still have as much a chance at a life as we all do." He told her what he felt. Someone like her deserved so much better than what she had. She could still have everything.

"How? My existence threatens everyone…" She cut her sentence short, tears falling harder than before. He didn't need much imagination to fill in the blanks though. She felt like her existence threatened everyone; the people she cared about, and the people who cared about her; anyone who entered her life for more than a fleeting second was in danger. He couldn't deny it, but he also couldn't say it wasn't worth it. She was worth the struggle.

"Hush now, darlin', don't cry. I understand how you're feeling...I do." He rubbed gentle circles into the small of her back, at a loss for how to save her from her own emotions. This was not a physical foe he was facing, but something more dangerous, an invisible threat, something only found in her head.

"We're all here for you, we are. We're all going to help you however we can…" He pressed his lips to her head, and continuing to rub her back gently. She pulled away from him, looking up into his eyes, her own still decorated with tears. There was a spark in her eyes, something close to fear joining the sadness.

"I don't think you can help me. It's getting stronger, I can feel it..." she murmured helplessly, roughly wiping away her tears.

"Well, so are we. We understand now more than we did before…." he murmured in response, capturing her hands again, holding them inside his own, against his heart.

"I'm afraid of it…" she whimpered, closing her eyes, resting her forehead against his shoulder, and taking her hands from him to wrap her arms around his waist

"I know, and that's okay, you'll be okay." He whispered as reassuringly as he could manage. Her small form was shaking from crying again.

"You don't know that." She sighed against his shoulder, refusing to look up when he touched her shoulders.

"I don't know for sure, no, but there are a lot of things that I don't know for sure, I do know one thing for certain though," he said, resting a hand on her hip.

"What?" she asked timidly, looking back into his eyes. He kissed her forehead gently, before saying,

"I'm not giving up on you, no matter how difficult it gets."

They heard the front door creak before she could speak, and they jumped apart, although Ethan's hand stayed firmly locked around her hip.

Sir Malcolm looked in on them, but did nothing but smile before walking up the stairs.

I think that's it for tonight, more to come though!
~Until Tomorrow!~