Oops, my fingers slipped and this popped out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice or its characters.
Maurice is yelling at mom again. I pull my pillow over my head, trying to block out the sound. The door to my room slams open, a shadow stretching over me. The smell of alcohol comes in sickening waves. Maurice stumbles forward, dragging me out of bed. I try to pull free, but my feet tangle around themselves, sending me crashing to the floor. Maurice kicks me until I stand. He smacks me, and I cry out. Suddenly, I'm a little boy again, and he's a giant. He yells my name, kicking, punching. All to the sound of my mother's weeping. Finally, after what seems like hours, he leaves. I huddle on the floor, hating him, hating my mom, hating myself.
"Tye-kun," a soft voice says. "Tye-kun," it repeats, more insistent. I roll over to the sound.
"Sam?" I ask, my voice still thick with sleep. It was just a dream. I sigh in relief, although I can still feel Maurice's blows.
"You have…night horse?" she says hesitantly.
"Nightmare," I correct automatically, sitting up. "And I'm fine." I turn away from her. There's a moment's pause, then she sits down beside me, placing her hand on top of mine.
"What eez wrong?" she asks. I clench my teeth, refusing to answer. She scoots closer, practically in my lap, and traces her fingers along my jaw before turning my head back to her. Our eyes meet, and I can feel myself melt a little. She looks so pretty with her big eyes and her hair loose around her shoulders. She presses her lips to my cheek, and I sigh.
"Nightmare," I tell her.
"And…," she prods.
"My mother's boyfriend…he would hit me sometimes. That's why I ran away." I glance at Asami, who has confusion written all over her face. I rub my face, trying to think of a way to tell her. An idea hits me, and I pull the fancy laptop Luthor bought me off the desk. I log on and pull up an English to Japanese translator. I type in what I just said and hand it to her, turning away so I don't have to see her expression while she reads.
Her arms wrap around me in a hug. "I…under…sit?"
"Understand." She nods, her chin moving against my shoulder. "How?" Pulling away, she types something on the computer, then gives it to me. My eyes scan the words, and I clench my jaw.
"That dirty lowlife-how dare he-," I mutter, my thoughts jumping around. Asami places her hand on mine, which I just now realized has curled into a fist. And I realize something else. "If he did that…oh, what have I done? How could you let me hug you and kiss you, when…when…"
She places her hands on my cheeks. "Tye-kun safe," she tells me. Leaning forward, she brushes her lips on mine. I lean back, but she follows me. Pushing the laptop out of the way, she crawls into my lap. I give in, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. Eventually we come up for air. I rest my forehead against hers.
"I stay," she says, laying down and pulling the blankets over herself. Smiling I lay down next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist. I fall asleep quickly.
Maurice looms over me, reaching out to grab me. But Asami appears, slapping his hand out of the way.
"You no hurt Tye-kun." He reaches out again, but this time she grabs it, spinning him around and shoving him away. "No hurt," she repeats. Maurice lumbers out and she turns to me smiling. She reaches out her hand, and I take it. The dark room melts away to a brightly lit place. I smile.
Yeah, so a guest reviewer requested this, and I have all these ideas, so this is officially a collection of oneshots/drabbles. Whoot!