Nesta and Cassian Oneshot

Wrong

Cassian
I said nothing the entire flight. How could I have voiced my anger? One thing, I told her not to do one thing, and that was the only thing she was interested in. She could have been killed. I could've been too late. I don't know if I can handle how scared I was when I thought she was gone. I landed outside the meager cabin we were living in, for the time being. I stalk inside and head straight to the couch, my bed. I had never changed into my fighting leathers, and I definitely regreted it every second until this: I could sleep immediately. "Wait." Or not. I turned to her. "How did you find me?" I couldn't have spoke without my temper exploding, not willing to be contained. "The Commander!" I shouted at her. "When I was in a frenzy of panic because you were gone and I had no idea where you were. I threatened the whole camp, the Commander stepped forward to repeat your conversation.  For a price, of course." A bitter laugh escaped me, these people, my people always had a price. She looked shocked, haven't I already proved what I would do for her? "I flew faster then I thought possible, searching for you before it turned dark. I thought I was too late. You could have been dead. What were you thinking?" I took a calming breath that didn't help. "I thought you would be back by breakfast. I waited until lunch to leave. I thought something was wrong. "

Nesta
"I thought something was wrong." I said. "Nothing was wrong." His voice was quiet, almost all the anger gone. He walked to me and when we weren't a foot apart he stepped around me. He picked something up off the ground, by the front door. "Nothing was wrong. I made a quick stop that made the flight a few hours longer than expected," he said while he handed me the package. It was almost square. I started to take off the brown paper covering the object. "It's a present of good faith. I won't be leaving like that again. And everything that was said last night is forgiven and forgotten." I didn't deserve this. I'm the one who owes him, not the other way around. I never even voiced the main reason I went after him: I thought he wasn't coming back, and I was afraid to lose him. I finish unwrapping my present, feeling guilty. It's three books, they actually looked pretty good too. "Thank you." He waves it away and almost laid down on the couch. "Wait," I said. "Is that your new favorite word?" I ignored him, "I didn't know you had a camp." He was confused, "I don't." "Where was I going?" "An old deserted camp." "Why did he call it yours?" "Do you really want to know?" I nodded. "My mother lived in that camp before she died. The males did such horrible things to her... Later, I went back and killed each and every one who had hurt her. The rest left, there weren't many left. I'm the only one who has set foot there in centuries. I suppose if it's anyone's camp it's mine." He went to lay down again, without any blankets and he was already slightly shivering. "Take the bed for tonight. I'll sleep on the couch." "I couldn't possibly." "This is my present to you, warm up... I'm sorry about last night. Besides you'll freeze and I don't feel like waking up to find you frozen." He laughed, not at all like before. "I've spent many nights colder than this. If I survived last night, I can make it through this. I think you'd freeze, I'll be fine," he said. Knowing he's probably right,  I still plopped down on the couch. "You never fail to surprise me, Nesta." He chuckled. "Well, if you get too cold, you can always sleep with me." He left with a roguish wink before I could say anything.