Wrote this while my girlfriend and I were being dorks and singing the soundtrack of the show to one another so the fluff is extra sweet in this chapter lol

Hope you guys enjoy this!

Dad never spoke much about falling.

He had big ideas for all creations and the other angels and beings were afraid of what could come of them. They saw him as dangerous. All he wanted to give was the power of free will to all creations. He was banished to Hell, forced to only see the bad that came from his choices.

He lost his will to dream when he fell from the Heavens.

I jolted awake as I heard the all too familiar scream coming from the room attached to my own.

Sometimes I wish it could be the same for her as well.

I scurried out of bed with a flick of a comforter and moved as quickly as I could toward the door connecting our rooms despite nearly falling in the process. I reached the door and took a deep breath to collect myself before opening it to be welcomed by the ragged-breathing angel sitting up in the bed we put together for her. I moved without a second thought across the room to sit on the bed with her as she worked slowly to even her breaths.

Vaggie and I had a sort of unspoken policy when it came to her nightmares. She would awake in a frenzy and I would come to sit beside her until her mind started to clear. Touching made things worse for her so I had to fight the urge to comfort her with hugs or some kind of physical comfort, but being here was enough from what she said in the past.

I watched with worried eyes as she pushed her chopped grey hair back for a second before letting it fall over her forehead and eye.

But what I can do to help, I will. The poor thing deserved that at least.

"Thanks," Vaggie spoke barely above a whisper as she ran her hands over her cheeks and forehead to clear off the tears and sweat that came from her reoccurring nightmare. "Hopefully this shit doesn't keep on for too long."

"It's only been a month, Vaggie," I spoke softly as I shifted on her bed to sit a little bit more comfortably. "You've been through a lot. These are naturally occurring trauma responses and there is nothing wrong with experiencing them."

"The fact that I had to go to Hell to hear those words is a bit ironic in all honesty." I felt a sad look take over my face as I watched Vaggie shift so that her blanket was covering her lap since she probably threw it off in her panic awakening. "I know it must be hard on you too though. I know it's not easy." I could tell that memories were flashing within her mind as a glazed-over look took over her eye. "It never is."

"I never really could sleep very well to begin with so it's not like you're harming me any in that department." I gave a small smile as a defeated chuckle came out of the tired angel. "I don't mind to begin with though." I leaned against the wall her bed was against as I started to fiddle with my hands to keep me occupied. "You're recovering and just need some support, you know? Even then, it's not like we're strangers anymore. I like to think we're like-." I hesitated for a second before looking down at my hands. "Friends. And that's what they do for each other. They help each other when they're down."

"I might be down for a while though, Charlie." I looked up toward Vaggie as a soft but haunted tone took over her voice. "It might even be argued that I'll always be down in a way."

"And that's okay, Vaggie." I watched her as she looked up at me in such a way that made me think of a harmed animal. "You've got a long journey ahead of you and that's alright. Everyone has their things that they struggle with and you are not an exception. Neither am I! We all have problems." I wanted so desperately to reach out and comfort her, but I kept to my word of not touching her in these moments. "The recovery process may take a while, but I'm more than willing to be here for you while you're working on it." I saw a small smile form on the fallen's lips before I heard her voice go back to the cheeky tone that she always seemed to have when teasing me.

"You know, you would make one hell of a therapist if you were human." I couldn't help but laugh at her words play which made a proud look take over her face as continued. "Seriously though. Thank you, Charlie."

"It's nothing. It's what friends do, right?"

"Friends." She repeated the word back toward me like some kind of scripter. "I like that."

"Yeah?" I couldn't help but feel bashful as she nodded in agreement.

"Yeah." She smiled gently as she opened her arms toward me. "And I know you've been dying to give me a hug since I woke up so come on, get it out of your system."

"Thank. Fuck." My reaction caused a harmonious laugh to come out of the angel as I almost flung myself into her arms. "Do you know how hard it is to not crush you sometimes when you look like that?" Her chuckles continued against me as I wrapped my arms around the much smaller woman. "It's torture! I swear!" I couldn't help but chuckle at myself as well before releasing the angel just a bit to look over her. "But I keep to my word as promised."

"Which I appreciate more than anything, Charlie." She smiled at me as her arms were loose around my frame. "Maybe one day I can get a little better about it."

"Hey, whatever works for you. Whatever makes you comfortable." I smiled back as I already had the urge to squeeze her against me once more.

"I enjoy it though. Just hard sometimes." I watched her pull herself back into my frame as I felt a blush take over my cheeks.

That's new.

I swallowed hard before tightening my arms around her once more.

"I completely understand. It-."

"Takes time, I know Dr. Morningstar." I couldn't help but laugh at her tone as she mocked me so openly. "Now shush and enjoy the hug."

"Trust me, I am." I giggled a little at myself as I felt her give a small nod in response.

I never had much practice with friends. Or any of this in all honesty. Not many people are very willing to trust or be physical here in hell unless it's for family or some other purpose.

That warm feeling took over my cheeks again as I leaned my head against Vaggie's which fit so perfectly against my shoulder.

But I can certainly get used to this.

I could swear for just a second that Vaggie let out a content sigh against my shoulder as I held the angel in our loose embrace.

After all, what are friends for?