Great Comet One-Shots

Natasha and Nikolai (Not romantic lol ew)

      Natasha wasn't doing well- she ate very little, hardly left her room, and wouldn't talk to anyone. Not anyone, per say. She spoke briefly to Pierre while she was still recovering. However, now that she was back home, Natasha hardly spoke. She was upset, not necessarily at the people around her, and not at herself. It was more of a general emotion at the whole world- at the situation she was in. She slept the majority of the day and when she was awake, would have a small meal or watch some stupid comedy on Netflix, trying to make herself smile. It didn't work. Nothing worked. The only people allowed in her room were her brothers, Nikolai and Petya.

     Petya, still in middle school, wasn't fully aware of the situation, but he knew that Natasha needed him and tried to help as much as possible. Nikolai, however, knew more, too much, Natasha thought.

     "Nat, can I come in?" Nikolai asked, lightly knocking on her door. He knew she wouldn't reply, but he could still try. He opened the door and walked in, closing it as quietly as possible. Natasha was awake, and watched as her older brother made his way to the bedside. He sat on the floor and looked at her, smiling. He was one of the only people who hadn't treated her any different after the incident. "Do you want anything?" he asked. Natasha shook her head. Truthfully, she was hungry and she wanted to be able to get up and live her life as normally as possible, but she was too numb. She couldn't think straight, and any time she tried to walk, it felt like the floor would fall out from under her. Nikolai hated seeing her like this. In all honesty, she was his favorite sibling. Vera was too severe and Petya was too immature. He enjoyed talking to Natasha and giving her advice, even if she didn't follow it.

     Natasha shut her eyes for a minutes, then took a long, shaky breath. "Nikolai?" She asked, her breath weak and hoarse from not being used for much too long. He didn't say anything, but his eyes urged her to continue talking. "Why are you treating me the same? Everyone seems to hate me now. They act like I murdered someone or like, I don't know" she said, the speed of her voice increasing as she spoke more. "Like, I know what I did was totally wrong, and I get why people are treating me differently, but you're... not" she continued, sitting up in her bed. Nikolai wasn't sure how to respond. Natasha's eyes searched his face for answers, but found nothing. He could see her eyes starting to fill with tears, and tried to think of something to say.

     "Nat, yeah, what you did wasn't... good, but that's no reason for me to act like a jerk to you. You're my sister and I want to see that happy and excited girl you used to be. That's not gonna happen if we treat you..." he couldn't think of a word to finish with and let the sentence trail off. Natasha nodded and she felt a tear trickle down her face, but not out of sadness. It was relief. "Natasha, you didn't do anything to hurt me, so I won't do anything to hurt you, ya get it?" She nodded, and for the first time in what felt like years, she felt a real smile creep onto her face. She didn't feel completely perfect, but she felt better than she had in a long time. It was the first step to full recovery.

     "Thanks, Nikolai" she said, and, getting out of bed for the first time that day, she followed him down to the kitchen for a bite to eat.

HH a little short but I've wanted to write this for a long time sooooooo