A/N: So this prompt was given to me on tumblr. Unfortunately, I no longer have the email of that person. So, whoever you are, this one's for you!

When I Was in Your Heart by David Gray

26. Candlelight

The small flame ignites with a faint -click- and she can see the outline of his wrist in the darkness as his hand goes into the lantern and puts the lighter to the oiled candle.

"Ah-better," Red says once the lantern encompasses the whole cottage with a warm glow from the candle.

Liz hums in agreement. Were they not on such cold terms after the whole, 'you killed my father' ordeal, she'd tell him that she really hates the dark. And fire. Especially little flames. For some reason, this particular flame doesn't feel frightening though. Perhaps it's because she's with him, she thinks whimsically.

No, she can't allow those types of thoughts to evade her mind. He's a cold hearted criminal who killed her father. He would probably kill her were it not for his delusional assumption that they are in fact partners.

"I'm sorry about that," He tells her.

She glances at him with a confused expression.

"The generator going out I mean. I know how much you hate the dark...and fire."

Of course he knows, she thinks bitterly.

"It's fine," she says rather darkly.

"Only I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me, Lizzie," He continues as if she didn't say anything. "I know that things have been...strained between us since you found out the truth about Sam."

She snorts rather ungracefully. "You think?"

He frowns at her, making his lips stretch into a thin line. "I would like for us to be friends again, Lizzie."

She gazes at the lantern's small flame which has brightened the whole room.

"This whole thing, Lizzie...this Blacklist. I am doing this for you," he says softly as he leans towards her on the narrow couch that they're sitting on.

She tenses slightly.

"You may not believe me, and you probably know that I can't tell you in what ways this is for you…but I just…want you to know that-" He trails off when she doesn't even turn his way.

They sit there in silence with his words looming between them. She briefly wonders what he was about to say. Could he have possibly been about to confess that he….no….he wouldn't.

"Lizzie," he says in a hoarse voice. "Please." He gasps.

She turns to face him and is surprised to see unshed tears shining in his eyes.

"Please, just, say something." A single tear escapes the corner of his eyes as the skin around his jaw ripples with each clench he gives it.

His sudden display of emotion makes her realize how much she really does mean to him.

"I do trust you, Red. With my life," She reaches out towards his hand and he grasps onto it as if his very life depends on this small connection between them.

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive you for what you did to Sam, but I know that I can trust you."

"Good. Because I'd give my life for you. And I love you."

A/N: The next one will be pure fluff! I promise! And another shout out to my friend, Jackandsam!