Missing Home [Closed]

[mercury_gaze]

Who: Jendayi and Lea
What: Lea finds out the little girls he's kind of adopted is a cuddle bug
Where: Lea's apartment
When: Backdated to about a week after Jendayi's arrival
Warnings: You'll need mouthwash, floss, and toothbrush if you intend to keep all of your teeth.

Jendayi lay sprawled on the couch in Lea's apartment.  It was okay, not as soft as the bedding in her Papa's den, but it was soft, and warm.  She'd been having bad dreams since getting here, though, and now she just couldn't get back to sleep.  Her dreams with full of the faces of the men who'd attacked her.  She'd been so scared, and then hurt.  She'd been sure she was going to die.

Her Papa had saved her, but even as he'd been treating her wounds she'd been pulled away from him, waking in an alien place.  It looked so strange, the people were all so different.  They were nice!  That was wonderful, but she was homesick.  She wanted her Papa.

Blinking back tears she got up and went down the hall to Lea's room.  He'd taken her in, looked after her, made sure she was safe and fed.  She stood at the door for a long time, kind of tugging at the shirt he'd found for her to sleep in.  It was as long as a dress on her.  He was so nice, but would he be okay with her in his room?  In his bed?  She just wanted to be held, to feel strong arms around her, even if it wasn't her Papa's arms.  And so finally she stepped across the room, around the bed, and crawled up onto the bed.

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[hotheadwarmheart]

As a rule, Lea was a relatively light sleeper, unless he was exhausted. He'd always been a little bit, though living with the Organization had intensified it. That was probably part of why most of his vacation days had been spent in bed. One of the few times he could really sleep soundly was when most members of the Organization were out. Since reclaiming his heart, he'd gotten a bit better about it, but still, it was something he doubted he'd ever shake fully.

Which was why the unexpected feeling of something crawling onto his bed woke him fairly easily, even if it obviously wasn't something that was very heavy. For a moment he froze, tensing, his sleep-fogged mind conjuring up images of tendrils of blackness reaching out to ensnare him. But once his eyes had readjusted and his brain had dispelled the fuzziness, he realized that the room was no darker than it was meant to be. Moonbeams filtered in through the window and faintly from the now open door as well, and none of the shadows stirred. He relaxed, letting out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding; whatever had woken him, it was obviously something of a more mundane nature.

He sat up, looking around for what had woken him and almost immediately had his answer in the form of a blue haired little girl sitting on his bed. "Oh hey, Jendayi," he greeted her softly. "Did you need something?"