Love at First Video (Misha Collins x Reader)

Rescue

**Heres a quick update since it was left on such a cliff hanger. Enjoy!! **

Your chest tight and constricting, you felt someone pounding hard on it, compressing it, before a pair of lips touched yours, breathing life back into your body. Feeling your lungs trying to expel the water, you turned your head, coughing up as much water as you could.

"There you go. Just get it all out." A voice full of worry and concern said from beside you, as your back was patted, helping expel the last of the water. Feeling wheezy and out of breath, you laid back, your head feeling as if a jack hammer was pounding against it.

"Mom! Is Mom going to be okay?" You heard West shouting from somewhere in the vicinity as you tried to regain your composure. Moving to sit up, Misha wrapped his arm around your shoulder, gently assisting you.

"West, take your sister and go play on that side of the beach. But not in the water, do you understand me?" Misha said, his voice gruffer than normal.

"Yes Dad." West didn't argue. "But is Mom going to be okay?"

"I think so." Misha answered, as your body was wracked with shivers. He grabbed one of the towels, wrapping it around your body, rubbing up and down your arms, trying to warm you.

Your teeth chattering, your entire body felt as if you had been through a blender. "What happened?" You stuttered through your clacking teeth.

"What do you remember?" He asked as his face came to view in front of yours. His forehead was creased with worry lines, his lips in a perpetual frown.

"I remember swimming to save Maison, and giving her to you on the bank. Then, that's it." You answered, feeling a little bit better.

"You tried to swim back, but the reeds in the water wrapped around your ankle, holding you underneath the water. I'm not sure how long you were under, I was trying to calm down a frantic Maison, when West started freaking out, trying to rush back into the water. He kept pointing over and over, and it was then I realized I couldn't see you, anywhere."

"I'm sorry." Was the only thing you could think of to say.

He pulled you tight into a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head. "Do you know what it felt like, to pull your lifeless body out of the water? My heart was shattered, left behind in the water. I was sure I had lost you, just like I had lost Vicki." He cried.

"But you didn't. You rescued me, and I'm right here." You told him, wanting to comfort the stricken man.

He sat there, rocking the both of you, trying to calm each of you down from the traumatic experience that had just taken place. "I can't lose you." He whispered into your hair, so quietly you weren't sure if the words had been meant for you in the first place.

Needing to make sure Maison was alright, you pulled away, looking up at the tear stricken man who had to rescue two of his family in less than ten minutes. "Why don't we pack, head back to the house? We can maybe order a pizza, or something."

"That sounds great." Misha agreed and you gingerly stood up, your entire body sore.

Misha started packing up the bags as you stumbled your way to the kids who were building a sand castle. West looked up and saw you coming towards him. "Mom!" He exclaimed, rushing towards you, and you knelt down, wrapping your arms around the small boy. You held him tightly as sobs racked his body. "I was so scared Mom. You went under and weren't coming back. Then when Dad grabbed you, you weren't moving."

Rubbing his back, you soothed him. "Shh, it's alright. And thanks to you. Without your help your Dad wouldn't have known where to look. But we are all okay."

He nodded, and you brushed the tears away from his face, just as Maison came over. Checking to make sure she was alright, you held each of their hands, walking back to Misha. Wrapping you under his arm, he guided you down the trail, back to the car.

After helping the kids into the backseat, you slid in, completely exhausted. Smiling weakly at Misha when he climbed in, you closed your eyes, falling asleep fast.

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You woke to a pair of arms wrapping around you, pulling you from the car. You started to move and Misha hushed you. "Shh, relax. You're exhausted. Let me help you."

Nodding, you relaxed your head against his chest, letting his movements almost lull you back to sleep.

He climbed the stairs as if you weighed nothing, sitting you on the edge of the bed, pulling off your still damp clothes and tossing them into the ground before slipping a T-shirt over your head.

"But Misha." You started but he interrupted you.

"You're exhausted. Let's get you into bed." He said, and you didn't try to argue again.

Pulling back the covers, he slid you underneath them, just as a small knock sounded on the door.

"Mom, Dad?" West's tiny voice rang out.

"Yeah buddy?" Misha asked as he pulled the blankets back up and you cuddled into the pillows.

"Maison and I are tired. Can we sleep in here tonight?" He asked, still upset over the events earlier.

"Sure bud." Misha answered. "Let's get you and sis ready for bed, then we can all call it an early night."

You were almost asleep again when the door opened and a little body snuggled to one side of you while Misha pulled you close to him. The bed was full and crowded, but you didn't mind. It felt wonderful, and you found yourself drifting off, a smile on your face.