Theme: #34 – Fight
Summary: Certainly a day for firsts.
Word Count: 391

A.N: AU. No idea when it's set. Sometime before 'Not So Simple' but after 'Belly of the Beast' maybe?

Disclaimer: I'm just playing with them for a little while. I don't actually own any of the characters.

Dillon made an attempt towards his car again but Summer stood firm.

"You can't just run off! Why are you being like this?" She was feeling far too many emotions to keep her voice calm or steady. She hated him. She had kissed him. She loved him. He had kissed her back. She was hurt. He was running away.

"I just can't, Summer! We can't!" He was trying to be fierce but Summer heard the pleading. This was certainly a day for firsts between them. Their first kiss…their first fight. Not that he was rejoicing at this. He knew the kiss should never have happened. As soon as it had ended he had forced himself to walk away, lest it develop any further. It had taken a phenomenal amount of self-restraint. He had not been banking on Summer chasing after him but he figured that he should not really be surprised.

Summer frowned, looking up at his towering form. "Why not?

"Look, I can't be that guy for you-"

Summer rolled her eyes and went on, a desperate note in her voice. "The last time you said something like that it was because you were scared of being trusted with the series black morpher-"

"This is different! You need someone that you can take home to your parents – someone they'll accept. You need someone who'll keep you safe and isn't a danger to you. You need someone like…like Scott."

She growled violently at this. "I don't want Scott. I want you!"

"It's not safe being with me."

"Life isn't safe!" The anger was beginning to fade from her voice and it was now relatively even. "We're living in a post-apocalyptic world. Everyday we're fighting for survival." Dillon was also began losing the fire for his argument when she said this.

"But I-"

"I'm not afraid of you." Summer cut off his final, feeble attempt to deflect her. He was no longer aiming impatiently for The Fury. Summer took a tentative step closer to Dillon. "Why are you so afraid of…of this?" She gestured between them and he looked up at from under his brow at her, the faint look defeat in his dark eyes.

"I'm too dangerous."

"Shut up." And she hugged him. She held him tighter than before. She was not afraid of him and nor would she ever be.