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She completely and utterly hated Nightmare. She characterized him in a way quite different from her friends and coworkers. Rather than the almighty caterpillar or a spineless worm, she thought of him as more of a lazy, good-for-nothing slug.

Of course, Nightmare knew of her detest for working under him and all the words that crossed her mind.

Perhaps that was the reason why he punished her so brutally that fateful day.

The female woman collapsed her head down onto the desk, tiredly cursing the worm for giving her such an absurd amount of work. She had been working non-stop in an effort to get this all done.

No matter how hard or long she tried to get through this massive mound of paperwork, she dismally noted she was not even half way through it.

She resisted the impulsive urge to slam her head onto the desk as she glanced towards the desk beside her, scrutinizing her dark-haired coworker with tired, heavy eyes.

'How does that Ringmarc do it?' She could barely comprehend how Gray fed up with such an inordinate amount of work every single day and how he was able to finish it so quickly without a single complaint. She always admired his hardworking attitude, though she tended to hide it as annoyance over his almost submissive behavior. 'And here I am complaining about all this work when he has to deal with it everyday...' she thought, feeling her self-esteem shrink at the thought.

Gray deserved far better than catering to that slug's whims. She wished that Nightmare appreciated the lizard more and just gave him a break once in awhile.

"Are you alright over there?" The girl soon snapped out of her musings and realized that Gray was staring right back at her, his golden orbs locked onto her absent gaze. "You look a little tired. Do you want a break? I can surely do some of your work if you'd like to rest."

She stubbornly shook her head. "No, I still have so much to go through. I don't want to trouble you since you seem so busy already. I'll be just-" Soon she was cut off by a loud yawn. She suddenly felt conscious of how heavy her body felt, how tired she felt.

The Clover subordinate sighed, thinking she couldn't stop and rest just yet... no matter how her body begged her otherwise.

Suddenly she heard the shuffle of furniture, the low patter of footsteps. She languidly turned her head to see Gray had moved his chair beside her.

"It's no trouble at all. After all, this is your home as well. You are entitled to take a break once in awhile."

The young girl looked at the man in momentary awe and smiled gently. "Gee - yawn - thanks, Gray... What will I ever do without you..."

"It's not a big deal. There's no need to thank me. It's just..." He blinked in surprise. His words died at his lips. In a matter of moments, he noticed the girl had fallen fast asleep.

Gray chucked at the sight and gently rubbed her tired head. With a smile, he whispered, "Good night... Sweet dreams."

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action. ~Mother Theresea

Yay! A Gray drabble! So cute~

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