Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

Things really haven't been the same since that day I found Nat lying on her bedroom floor, with blood running down her arm. We don't really talk about it. There's a huge gash on her arm now, and everyone but me thinks it's from a mission. It's just a white scar now, honestly. But...it's Tasha. My Tasha. But she hurt herself, and I don't know why.

Every time I try to talk to her about it, she avoids the topic.

"Nat?"

"Yeah?" She looks up from the stove.

"What happened...you know, the other day?" I ask cautiously.

"Do you want ramen or mac n cheese?" Two of the only things she knows how to make.

I sigh. "Ramen."

I hate it. I can't stand the thought of knowing that she might do it again. I can't stand the thought that I might not be there fast enough next time, and...and she'll be gone.

We both always thought we'd go during a mission. You know, get sloppy, or something, and get shot. Or, maybe, stabbed. Or burned. Or...that's enough of that.

But now I'm wondering if maybe all of that means nothing to her, and she wants to go on her own terms. Or has everything from her past suddenly just come down on her, and she doesn't know what to do.

"Tasha?" I whisper. We're lying in her bed, because she has nightmares sometimes, and she won't sleep unless I'm there.

"Yeah?" She whispers back.

"Why?" I know she can hear the pain in my voice.

She sighs, and turns over to look at me. "Do you really want to know?"

Suddenly nervous, I nod.

"I.." She hesitates." I was scared. I kept thinking about my past, and all the people I'd killed. And I kept thinking, what if someday I kill you?"

"Nat... that will never happen." I say quietly.

"But what if it does?" She's talking normally now.

I run my hand through her curls. "It won't. I won't let it, and you will never come to that. WHy would you even think that?"

"I don't know." Her answer is muffled by the pillow.

"Nat," I sigh. "I'm with you till the end of the line. I'm not going anywhere."

She laughed slightly. "I know. I really...I care about you, you know? That's why I was so scared. What if...what if something happens, and I'm forced to kill you? I'd turn the gun on myself."

"And I'd do the same. "

So...it wasn't really the same as the other one...sorry. But I tried.

Love,

Blaze