Chenford OneShots!

Will Everybody Please Give Him a Little Bit Of Space?

A/N I was blasting Home by cavetown and I thought the train wreck part would 100% be Lucy and Tim (bare with me) and when I thought of this idea I nearly blew up from fluff. 

Sorry this is short but it's something so enjoy! 

Sos for disappearing a bit.

Annndddd please give me oneshot ideas, I may not do them but I may do some (no promises sorry)

Tim's POV
I'm right now in roll call. Lucy is sitting next to me as we listen to Grey talk. It's a normal day. Until my phone rings it's Genny. I ignore it but when she keeps calling over and over and everyone starts staring at me Grey tells me to just take it.

"Gen?" I ask.
"Dad's dead," Genny says.

The world goes silent. I see Lucy watching me worriedly.

"I'll call you back," I tell her eventually and hang up.

Lucy's POV
I watch Tim hang up the phone.

He stares blankly at me.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"My dad..." he murmurs. 

I can see tears forming in his eyes. I quickly hold his head to my chest.

"I've got you," I tell him.

I can see everyone staring at him. Murmurs go around the room. 

"Look at this trainwreck." Officer Stevens laughs quietly from the back of the room.

"Cut it out." Grey snaps.

"Are you okay?" Angela asks.

All our friends crowd his space. I can tell he doesn't like it because he buries himself closer to me as he cries quietly, trying to hide the fact he's crying but he doesn't do a good job as the others notice.

"Bradford is crying." An officer says.

"Will everybody please give him a little bit of space? Get away from him." I snap.

Everyone goes silent. I never snap. They all back up.

"C'mon Tim, let's go somewhere quiet," I tell him.

He looks up and my heart breaks at his teary face. I softly wipe away his tears and help him up.

I bring him to Angela's desk. Nyla watches curiously but doesn't say anything.

I tug him under the desk and I pull the chair in.

"I like sitting under tables. It's safe and quiet isn't it?" I ask him while softly playing with his hair.

"My dad died." He chokes out.

"I'm sorry my love," I tell him gently. "I know you're about to say you shouldn't be sad but that's not true. Your feelings are valid and reasonably confusing." I tell him.

He clearly doesn't feel like saying much because he just nods and cuddles me.

"Thank you for looking after me." He says.
"Of course handsome." I smile.