Song: Ever The Same

Artist: Rob Thomas

Characters: Greg Sanders/Morgan Brody

We were drawn from the weeds

We were brave like soldiers

Falling down under the pale moonlight

You were holding me like someone broken

And I couldn't tell you but I'm telling you now

Of The Heart

Outside she let the warm desert air wrap around her, closing her eyes and listening to the sounds of passing traffic and senseless chatter. Her head throbs and her muscles ache but she knows better than to complain. Complaining means she's weak and she's anything but that. She is strong and independent, she knows how to take care of herself and she doesn't need pity.

So maybe that's why she won't speak to him, because she knows he'll try to help in some way. But that's just the kind of person he is, she knows that. At the same time she just wishes he would forget about it. She was alive, she was practically unharmed. She had walked out of the wreckage with nothing but a cut and images burned into her brain. A growl escapes her lips and she rolls her head to the side when she hears the footsteps.

She knew it was him before she even had the chance to sneak a glance; it was only a matter of time before he finally showed up. She tried to ignore the chill that ran down her spine when she saw him smile, or the way her eyes roamed his body before settling on the rippling muscles beneath the thin grey fabric of his shirt.

He comes to a stop beside her and the scent of cologne and coffee overwhelms her and she leans in slightly. She expects an apology or countless questions, and she's surprised when all he does is pull her close, strong arms like a wall around her. She's tried so hard to hold it in, be strong in front of the others but with him she feels safe.

Traitorous tears finally fall, staining his shirt and burning her cheeks. She presses her face into his chest and cries as he holds her and she feels his hand smooth over her hair, whispering something that becomes muffled by her sobs.

Eventually there are no more tears, her head lifts from his chest and she wipes furiously at her eyes. She should feel ashamed, maybe even embarrassed but when she looks at him and sees the worry and understanding that reflects in his eyes she knows this is home. Smiling she leans her head back down and lets his arms wrap around her again, cherishing the feeling of his warmth knowing this is the one place she never wants to leave.