Title: My Poor Sweet Tooth
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Fang
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Shot 
Author: Anonymous

>Anon comes home
>another boring, tiring day doing military paperwork
>at least he's not over in Dinostan again
>he pauses in stride, eyes glazing over momentarily as he relives a few memories he'd  rather forget
>shaking it off, he heads in through the door to his house
>he pulls up a chair from the table and sits, taking his boots off, things are murder on his feet
>Lucy's not in the kitchen for once
>He chastises himself for thinking like that, even though it's funny
>She's always cooking something. Must have picked it up as a hobby while she waited. 
>He wishes she'd go back to music, but he hasn't really known how to help her
>It hurts his heart to know she's still hurting, he just wants to see her smile without pain in her eyes again
>even when they make love to one another, something about her just seems stiff and reserved
>he had hoped that them trying for kids would've made her happier
>sometimes it does, but other times it's like nothing's changed at all
>he sighs, undoing his jacket and draping it over the chair
>where did that woman go off to?
>she didn't walk to the store did she
>his mind plays a few worst-case scenarios and he feels his heart sink into his stomach
>he had tried to get her to carry, but she seemed oddly reluctant to handle a gun
>after a while he stopped, it was probably for the better she didn't have one.
>didn't know what he could come home to one day
>he pulls his phone out and dials ol Sweet Tooth
>ring ring
>ring ring
>he can hear a tune playing in the other room
>left her phone here, so she must be home. he hangs up.
>walking to their bedroom, he sees the bed is a mess. he gets apprehensive. looks like she got out in a rush.
>the door was locked when he showed up, and there wasn't signs on an intruder
>all the same, something doesn't feel right
>he calls out for her, but doesn't get a response
>he wanders through the small house, his voice getting louder as he gets more desperate
>he enters back through to the bedroom and notices the bathroom door is shut with the light on
>knock knock
>it sounded like something moved in there
>knock knock
>"Lucy?"
>something moved again
>he jiggles the door handle, it's locked
>the knocking has turned to beating
>"LUCY?!"
>sounds like... crying?
>he's close to ripping the handle off now
>"LUCY, WHAT'S WRONG? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
>mumbling from the other side, he can't make it out
>fuck this, fuck this, FUCK
>anon kicks at the door, the wood slab shuddering
>makes a racket something awful
>another kick
>and another
>something's about to give
>God, please
>please let her be alright
>don't take his wife away from him please God he'll do anything
>give him the strength
>the door breaks free and flings open, riding the force of the blow
>that's when anon sees the light of his life
>holy fucking shit
>a thousand memories flood in, images dancing across his eyes
>staff sergeant almost cut in half from an LMG, trying to push his guts back inside of him as he died
>some random kid who was hit with a bomb, wailing as he grasped at the mangled stump that was his leg
>all these and more are called to mind when he lays eyes on her
>Lucy's propped herself up against the side of the bathtub. 
>Her face has gone pale, her hair is stuck to the sides of her head with sweat. 
>The wings she surrounds the two of them with lay crumpled, leaking red and missing handfuls of feathers. 
>The hands that caress his face lay listlessly by her sides, slick with blood. 
>The blood. Raptor Jesus, there's so much blood. 
>A mass of something lies near the pterodactyl. Her mascara has run down to her chin, evidence of her crying her heart out. 
>Anon takes off like a bullet, crashing to his knees beside his wife.
>His hands dance across her body, assessing the situation and checking for anything that might need attention.
>His throat is gripped by an invisible hand, choking out any attempt at speech.
>This has to be a nightmare right?
>This has to be one of his visions right?
>If he closes his eyes, this will all go away right?
>He strokes Lucy's face, trying not to break down. He has to be strong. Be strong for her.
>"Lucy..." He starts. "What happened?"
>She just starts crying again
>Her body jerks around, animated like a puppet by her sobbing and coughing
>Anon wraps his arms around her, trying to comfort her
>"Calm down, calm down Lucy. It's going to be okay...."
>It won't be okay, she wails. It can't be okay.
>He can barely understand her
>She was cleaning and felt wrong
>He was gone
>She didn't know what to do
>The baby

>Oh

>Anon freezes in place, his blood turning as cold as ice
>He willed himself to not look at the bloody mass he had noticed by Lucy a moment ago
>Fuck
>Wordlessly, he hugged Fang until she stopped crying. He stroked her hair, kissing the side of her face.
>He thought back to the time in high school Naser had wondered aloud how the offspring between human and dino would work out
>Anon's heart almost stopped. He wanted to vomit. He did this.
>If he hadn't suggested they try...
>He should've known she'd have said yes... probably just wanted to make him happy... figured it was what he wanted...
>Anon tries his best to not let Fang feel his own body begin to shake.
>He just wanted to make her happy again
>He just wanted to see her smile again
>He moves away and turns the handles to the bathtub, watching the warm running water begin to fill it up
>Anon runs his hands below her leg and neck, picking her up like he did when he brought her to their home for the first time
>Gently, he takes a pair of scissors and cuts away at the ruined dress. He places her in the tub, and -rag and soap in hand- cleans away the gore
>Lucy during the ordeal is unresponsive. He watches her bare chest rise and fall, signaling that a the very least she's still alive.
>Clean up over, he towels her off and places her inside their bed. He kisses her forehead, stroking a stray tear away with his thumb.
>She closes her eyes, lulled into comfort by the return of her mate.
>Anon takes a deep shuddering breath
>Now that he's made sure Lucy is alright and taken care of, and now that she can't see him, he allows himself the pleasure to weep
>he slumps up against the wall, hands providing a comforting pressure to his eyes. He sobs, over and over again. Harder than he's ever done in his life.
>after enjoying the brief respite, he picks himself up and walks back to the bathroom.
>He had focused his attention on his wife and neglected the room
>Looks like a murder scene in here, just how much did she bleed?
>He finds the strength in him to look at what was once expected to be their child
>He hadn't known yet
>He was wondering why she acted so coy and playful the past month, but he had just figured things were beginning to get better for her
>he didn't want to question it though, he was just happy to see her enjoying life again
>Taking a towel, he dirties his hands placing it inside
>"Sorry, little one. This is my fault."