I don't know if I'm overly pleased with this fic, but I'm finding the pairing hard to write. I don't dislike it as much as Jackrabbit and I've managed three of those fics. But this is harder xD

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

iPastatalia, for you hun :)

"Where did you find the firewood?" Sophie asked, huddled by the fire Bunny struck up with a blanket around her shoulders, smiling up at Bunny as he dropped more kindling by the fire.

"I know where to look," he smiled sitting beside her and letting her cuddle up to him to steal his warmth.

"You went to the Warren didn't you?" she chuckled, resting her head on his shoulder, and her wrapped an arm around her to keep her warmer. It wasn't unlike what he'd done when she was little and had camped out in her back yard with Jamie and Jack. She'd get cold and shiver and bury her self in his chest, and he'd cuddle her to keep her warm. Except this wasn't like cuddling a four year old to keep her warm. This was different and he didn't know why.

"It only took a moment," he shrugged, and the blond hummed slightly as she nodded her head.

"I'm such a screw up," she muttered after a minute, turning her head into his shoulder, averting her eye contact.

"What?" he asked, shocked, moving away from her slightly and taking her by the shoulders to get a good look at her. She was tearing up, sniffling slightly as she tried to compose herself, but he didn't know what the hell he'd done to bring this on.

"You heard me, I'm a screw up," she moaned, tossing her hair out of her face and looking up at him with her vibrant green eyes. Those wonderful eyes.

"How are you?" he asked, furrowing his brow as she continuously tried to avoid his eyes. Tutting, he took her chin in his hands and forced her up to meet his eye.

"I'm always doing things wrong," she muttered. "I told you to leave and I nearly lost you, I forgot to fuel the car up, I've forgotten half of my books and I just remembered now! Did I even make sure the tyres had enough air in them?"

The Pooka paused as he looked at Sophie who now had big tears rolling down her face, even though she seemed determined to keep herself composed. Then he burst out laughing, and she couldn't have given him a look filled with more contempt if she'd tried.

"What are you laughing at?" she cried, sounding offended, and she looked up at Bunny with her big eyes.

"Is that it? You think you're a screw up and that's it?" he chuckled, grinning at her. Sophie stared at him, her eyes narrowing and her lip curling up as she snarled at him.

"Is that it?" she hissed. "Everything I do I mess up!"

"You only seem to mess things up in front of me though, I wouldn't say you're a screw up for that."

"I am though," she insisted, so Bunny rolled his eyes at her.

"Well I think you're over-reacting," he muttered, and she glared daggers at him.

"Go on then, what have you done to mess up?" she challenged, and his mind reeled over all the things he'd done.

"I... wasn't able to save anyone in my tribe from being killed, meaning I'm the last Pooka left on Earth. I've judged people too harshly before getting to know them properly so they don't end up having a great opinion of me even when I do get to know them. I nearly punched Jack in the face after I wasn't able to bring Easter successfully all those years ago. I nearly got wiped off the face of the Earth by Pitch which would have eradicated my species altogether, and I left you when I should have realised it was a teenage hormonal fit."

Sophie was very quiet, and her green eyes turned slowly back to the crackling camp fire where the glowing embers reflected in her eyes. She still seemed sad, but in a different way now.

"You never said you were the last one," she mumbled, glancing up at him again.

"Never had reason to. It was a long time ago," Bunny shrugged. It surprised him then when Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck, turning herself so she was straddling one of his legs and she was hugging him close. It took him a moment, but Bunny managed to gather himself up enough to wrap his arms around her too and pull her close to him. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her face pressed into his neck.

"You still have me," she said quietly, trailing her fingers through his fur.

"Sophie..." he said quietly, feeling his heart thumping rapidly away at his chest. What happened to his little ankle-biter?

"Bunny," she said quietly, leaning back and looking at him. Her eyes were half lidded, her lips parted ever so slightly, her fingers curling into his fur, keeping him held close to her. He could feel his heart thundering away, threatening to jump up his throat or at the very least leap from his chest in some gory mess.

She was leaning in to him, her words ringing in his mind... 'you still have me'. Struth, did she mean what he thought she meant. He found himself closing the gap between them, his hands wrapped around her back, resting on her ribs, and her heart was pounding away like his was.

Then something his his nose. Something dropped on her hair, and the pair looked up just as the heavens opened. Sophie jumped up with a shriek, grabbing her blanket and the sleeping back as she sprinted to the car. Bunny sat there for a moment, staring into space, wondering what had happened when he heard Sophie yell to him.

"Where are the keys?"

Glancing around, he spotted them not far from the fire, grabbed them and sauntered over to her. He unlocked the door with a click of a button, and Sophie wrenched the door open and dived in before grabbing his hand and pulling him in too. She was laughing as he closed the door, both of them huddled up on the back seat.

"Oh God, trust it to start raining," she gasped, reaching over into the trunk and grabbing a towel from one of her many bags. The blond dried her hair off first, trying to stop shivering as she peeled her wet jacket from her skin, then pulled her top off, leaving her in just a pink bra and her jeans.

"Wh- What are you doing?!" Bunny cried, his eyes going wide as she threw her damp clothes over the back of the seat and grabbed for dry ones.

"Changing, I'll catch my death otherwise," she grumbled, looking up at him. "You don't have to look you know, if it makes you uncomfortable."

Bunny deftly looked away, ignoring her snigger as she dried herself and got changed into dry, warm pyjamas. And while he stared out of the window, watching the rain bounce from the ground, and he felt soft hands curl into his fur again. Looking sideways, he saw Sophie smiling gently at him, clothed in baby blue pyjamas with a dry blanket wrapped around her. In her other hand she held the towel, and she gently pressed it against his arm, drying his fur off gently. He let her, watching her quietly.

"What was happening outside?" he asked her quietly as she moved onto his back.

"It started raining," she replied, but Bunny heard the smile in her voice and turned his head to look at her. Their green eyes met, and she paused in what she was doing, cocking her head to the side a little.

"Before that," he pressed, and she gulped slightly.

"I don't know..."

There was silence ring between them, broken only by the rain beating the roof of the car like a drum, and Sophie looked away from him to the clock on the dashboard, biting her lips slightly before sighing.

"I do know," she corrected, and then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, pulling him close as she kissed him. Then the kiss ended and she flushed red, looking horrified with herself. "Shit," she whispered, and Bunny cocked an eyebrow at her cussing. "I s-screwed up again."

She went to turn her head away, but Bunny shot his arm out, his hand cupping her chin and he tilted her head up so their eyes met again. She looked shocked at first, but the smile on his face eased a smile onto hers.

"No you didn't."

The Pooka closed the gab between himself and the eighteen year old, his lips brushing lightly against hers before he kissed her properly, bringing her into his lap so it was easier.

This was what was different with her. He'd not realised it at first, but he'd fallen for Sophie Bennet the second he'd seen her singing in her room. She wasn't the little tyke he'd first met, she was a grown woman.

A beautiful, wonderful, grown woman.

And he was kissing her.