WG: So... got any ideas for this chapter?

Puggsy: Why are you asking me? You're the fluff-expert.

Fangs: *walks in* How's it going?

WG: Not good. We've written only two fluff-shots and already we're stumped.

Fangs: That's hard to believe. You're always coming up with some sort of fluff-moment.

WG: Yeah, well, I'm out of ideas today...

Puggsy: And I got nothing. I guess this thing's falling on hiatus! ^^

Fangs: Wait! What if you guys did an EXTENDED fluff?

WG: A what?

Fangs: It's where you take a fluff-moment you've already written in a previous story/chapter and make it longer... For instance, that scene from Missing In Fiction 2, where Pugs finds out WG slit her wrists.

WG: *chibi-annoyance* I'm trying not to bring up THAT scene... T_T

Pugsy: *smugly* I think it's worth a shot. Thanks for the suggestion, Fangs!

Fangs: Anytime! *walks out*

WG: *head-desk* I'm never going out in public again...

Pugsy: And the world thanks you. On with it!

Disclaimer: Puggsy is owned by Ruby-Spears, and WG owns herself.

Additional Note: These stories can take place during any written storyline, alternate-universe, or random shot; and will most likely include fluffs about fears, injuries, stress, nightmares, or anything random like that. *no blood or romance though- sorry!*

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Setting: "Missing In Fiction 2", ch. 29 *warning: contains spoilers*

It was a dark time for them all, but it seemed WG was the one who was letting the toll of the events get to her.

First, they lose FF2, Kite, Kasandra, Drew, Tracker, and Lamone; then Gin is kidnapped and dies in childbirth; and now Ricky, WG's beloved Pomeranian, was put to sleep as his old age was causing much suffering for the little dog.

But going as far as to cutting herself? Puggsy couldn't believe it- he actually believed that some unknown force caused WG to do it. First, it tried to provoke Stalker- there was only a hair-line mark on her left wrist, which would disappear in no time due to the she-wolf's incredible healing. But WG's was deeper- she was, she hated to admit, weaker than her she-wolf half when it came to emotional turmoils, and gave more consideration to suicide.

But while something was provoking her, something else was stopping her, Puggsy knew. WG was stronger than she appeared- she had her moments of emotional breakdowns, but once the tears had been shed she would be back in the fight, let alone knew that suicide was the weakest act anyone could do, lest they were sacrificing their lives to save another.

Just like how Silver sacrificed his life to save her. Perhaps that's what kept her from it- she didn't want him to die in vain.

Whatever the reason, he was just glad she was back. After all the grief everyone was going through now, the last thing they needed was to lose another friend.

"Pugs?" WG asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" He responded quietly.

"Don't tell anyone about this... they don't need to know,"

It was a large secret to be entrusted with... but he'd carry it out. WG was one of the strongest members of the group- no one needed to know that she came close to killing herself out of grief, not to mention people said enough things about her since she and her friends first came to the Ruby-Spears studio. She had enough to deal with now.

"Your secret's safe with me," Pugsy said quietly, patting her on the back. WG sat at her desk, her face resting on her arms. Feeling she wanted to be alone, the short teen cleared his throat. "Brielle's out on patrol with Toni... I'm going to go relieve them,"

"I'll come to," WG said, standing up.

He gave her a look. "Are you sure you're up to it?"

"Pugs, those bastards took the lives of our friends. If even one of them is stupid enough to come by to take another, I'm not going to turn up the opportunity to rip their guts out and hang them by their own intestines,"

Puggsy nodded- the girl was starting to make a quick recovery. "Alright, suit yourself."

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Brielle and Toni greeted WG back. They didn't ask about her scar- because she was now wearing a black wrist-band around it, which they assumed was part of the 'punk' style of her attire. "I'll see you back inside, Hardcore said he'd take over your shift in an hour," Brielle said, giving her husband a kiss on the cheek before walking inside.

"Glad to have you back, WG- we could use some help beating the shit out of those assholes," Toni said to the authoress, giving her a pat on the shoulder before walking inside.

Puggsy and WG spent their time walking around the perimeter, triple-checking the alley and clearing of the woods. They noticed Edwin and Alyx were keeping watch on the rooftop, the vampire-wizard dead-set on using the crucio-curse on any enemy that caught his eye- as opposed to his usual humorous attitude, but considering they had taken the life of his creator/dearest friend/student, he wasn't going to let anyone slide by.

Wolfsbane, with several of her 'illusional clones' was also helping with the watch, patrolling deep in the woods, ready to attack anyone. She would kill anyone who had hurt anyone in the Fangface gang- and boy was she ready to kill now.

Puggsy and WG kept in silence on their patrol. A couple times the authoress whipped out her machete, hearing a sound, but it only turned out be either some kind of vermin, garbage blowing in the breeze, or Edwin sneezing up on the roof. It almost made Puggsy feel uneasy about patrolling with her, worried she might dice him up if he so much as coughed. But it would be worse to leave her on her own, he knew- she would either break down, lash out at the nearest passerby, or lose focus in grief.

The authoress sat down on a bench, her chest beginning to hurt from walking around so much, and the short teen sat down beside her. Neither of them said a word... though Puggsy wished she would say something, not used to her being so damn quiet!

Don't just sit there, you twit- the girl is still grief-stricken! You should at least show some comfort, a voice inside his head told him... and for some reason, it reminded him of Lamone. He looked over at the authoress, and slowly inched his hand close to hers to let her know he was there to talk with, and let her sorrow out... but he stopped. Holding her hand wouldn't help- it would probably over-alert her and get him a fist in the face, not to mention anyone passing by would get the wrong impression (he didn't want to risk getting hexed by FF2's ghost, after all).

"Wherever..." he began, quietly, wanting to tell her things would be alright... but he couldn't bring himself to continue, because at a time like this, telling someone such a thing felt empty.

"Hey," came a voice, and Hardy walked out, Fangface with him. "We've come to take over your shift,"

WG looked at her watch. It's been an hour already? Time really flies when you're sulking, she thought. "Okay," she said quietly.

"Be careful, guys... It's been quiet, but keep your guard up," Puggsy advised the werewolves.

"If it's quiet, it just means we need to stay more alert," Hardy said. "Oh, hey, WG- can Stalker help, or did she patrol already?"

WG shrugged, then took out her wand and split from her werewolf-half, Stalker. "Have at it," she said.

"Gladly," Stalker said, electricity crackling in her fists.

WG and Puggsy walked inside. "Weird that he would ask Stalker to join, out of the blue like that," she whispered.

"He misses Drew," Puggsy replied. "Stalker's basically the only part of her he has left, next to their kid."

WG nodded.

They went upstairs to the third floor where their apartments were. WG stopped at hers, but didn't go inside, while Puggsy continued to his. He paused, looking back at WG- she shared that apartment with Tracker and FF2, worried how she would cope... Perhaps he should see if she wanted to stay the night?

Before he could ask, she already went in. He sighed, entering his own, where Kiff and Blackrose hugged him, Brielle gave him a kiss, and they watched television before turning in for the night.

He couldn't fall asleep though, still thinking about the heartbroken authoress. Here he was with his wife and child, sleeping securely- twice as secure as Hardy had moved in, his son Rusty sleeping in a cradle in their room while the werewolf slept on an air-mattress- and WG was on her own. (Stalker would no doubt be out prowling the rest of the night).

By midnight his eyes began to droop... but by that time someone awoke him from sleep. "Pugs," came a whisper. He turned, seeing it was Fangface.

"Fangface? What's wrong? Where's Hardy and Stalker? What happened?!" Puggsy asked.

"Shh! Shh! Our shift just ended, they're on their way up! (grr) I came up five minutes early to pick up Blackrose,"

Puggsy sighed with relief. Blackrose, Fangface's daughter, had been spending the night with them. Right now she was sleeping on the air-mattress by Rusty's cradle, Kiff curled up beside her. "Okay... she's right over there," he replied in a whisper.

Fangface nodded. "I know... but there's something else. On my way over here, I walked by WG's room... I heard her crying,"

Puggsy sat up. "Did you check on her?"

Fangface shook his head. "Her door is locked tight. Plus... I-I don't think I should see her, considering I look like... you know..."

The short teen nodded in understanding. Silver was one of Fangface's identical cousins- seeing his face during a grieving hour in the dead of night would no doubt put ache into the authoress' heart... At least, that's what Fangface thought. And it meant only one other option: Puggsy had to check on her.

"Alright," he sighed, getting out of bed.

"What's going on?" Brielle asked, sitting up after feeling a shift.

"WG's... she's not feeling good. I'm going to go check on her," he turned to Fangface. "Can you stay here until Hardy gets back? This might be a while,"

Fangface nodded, looking down at Blackrose and Kiff, snuggled together. "Yeah... Blackrose looks comfortable anyway, (grr) comfortable." he replied.

"Try to hurry back," Brielle said. Puggsy nodded, then walked out of the room.

It felt weird going to the authoress' room so late in the night, but he shook off the feeling. He got to her door- sure enough it was locked, and there was a sound of muffled sobbing. "WG?" he said, knocking on the door. "It's me, Pugs..."

No reply, but the crying seemed to have stopped... now he just had to figure out what to say next. But what could you say to someone who seemed to have lost... too much? Kim and Biff had lost more than they could handle, as well as Fangface, but they all had been together long enough to know that, as long as they were around, they could get through this. Hardy himself lost Drew, and they both lost Lamone, and he and Brielle were still trying to cope...

It was no use. There was too much grief to find anything reassuring to say- at least, not at midnight.

"I know what you're going through... we all do... we've all lost someone we love." he said, sighing heavily. "I wish there was something I could say to you- to everyone- to make things better... but, the most I can do now is just be here when you need me... if you let me. I understand you want to be alone... but you're not, WG."

Silence. He wondered if she had even heard him... perhaps she was just ignoring him, not wanting to hear any heartfelt speeches and just wanting to be alone with her tears until the sun came up. He turned to walk back to his room.

*click*

Puggsy paused for a beat, looking back at the door as it unlocked, opening a crack and showing half of WG's tear-stained face. "Come in," she said so quietly that, if the night wasn't so still, he couldn't have heard her.

He walked in, the authoress shutting the door quietly, both of them standing there in silence.

"Wherever-" Puggsy began to say, but didn't get far, for as soon as he uttered a single word, WG already turned and gripped onto him in a tight hug, burying her face in his shoulder and crying her eyes out. "...Girl."

"I hate my life..." she sobbed. "I-I lose my two best friends, then my dog, and these stupid villains keep coming and... and... I just wish they would leave us the fuck alone!"

"H-hey, watch the language, the kids might hear you..." he patted her on the back, not sure what to do. He sighed. "But... I wish they would, too."

"I miss FF2 and Tracker... and Drew just had a kid... and Lamone was just starting to fix things, and... Kite and Gin... when is it going to stop, Pugs?"

"I wish I knew... but we just need to stay strong until it does,"

She sniffled. "Easy for you to say... you're the strongest out of the rest of us,"

Puggsy froze- if his friend wasn't in such a state of despair, he'd be wishing he had a tape-recorder. She thought HE was the strongest? "What makes you say that?"

"When was the last time you broke down and cried?"

He drew in a deep breath, letting it out. "I try not to... but that doesn't make me strong. Crying doesn't make someone weak, either... it's better to just let it out, so it hurts less."

"Good... because I can't stop..." she continued to sob. "I'm so scared, Puggsy... I don't want us to lose anyone else..."

"Neither do I... but... it's okay to feel scared. I'm scared too- we all are, but we're still going to fight. We're all still here, and we're not going anywhere soon... not without a fight."

WG sniffled again, still holding on to him. He finally decided to wrap his arms around her, to assure her someone was there.

"It's alright... we'll make it alright,"

They stayed like that for a few minutes- the authoress holding the cartoon tight, letting every last tear out while he held her gently.

"Pugs...?" she whispered at last.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Can I... can I stay with you guys for a while? I don't want to be alone right now..."

"Of course,"

They walked back down the hall to his apartment. Walking through the door, they noticed Hardy and Stalker were back, both werewolves asleep on the couch, the she-wolf having tear stains on her face as well... but they didn't need to ask, nor would they make any comments. It had been a rough time for all of them, so some matters were better left alone.

Brielle told them Fangface left with Blackrose after Hardy and Stalker arrived, and they noticed Kiff and crawled in bed with her, snuggled up to his mother. Puggsy crawled in next, keeping close to his wife and child, while WG took Hardy's place on the air-mattress.

It wasn't going to be easy, but if they made it through this night, then slowly but surly they could move on.

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Stalker: WTF WHEREVER GIRL?!

WG: What, you think we were going to leave you and Hardy out of this?

Hardy: We were HOPING you were! This fluff-series is between YOU and PUGGSY, not us!

Puggsy: Well, considerating you and Stalker are OUR werewolf-halves, I'd say it could count.

WG: Yeah, what he said.

Stalker and Hardy: T_T

Hardy: Throttle 'em?

Stalker: Oh yeah!

WG and Puggsy: YIPES! *take off running*

Fangs: *sigh* Well, while we try to save the writers, the rest of you review! ...AND, if you have any suggestions, send 'em our way!

WG: STALKER! PUT THE CHAINSAW DOWN!

Fangs: Um... and no flames, we've got enough chaos here.

Puggsy: MEDIC!