A Taste of Spring

DEZMOND

He spun Spring around but she batted and swung at him with her closed fists. She landed several hits but her fight was hindered by her shoulder bag strap. Dez called her name again but he was certain she didn't hear him. The fear he saw in her haunted eyes told him she wasn't even aware that it was him.

"Spring, calm down sweetheart. It's me, Dezmond." He managed to get hold of her face. She started to push at his face and chest but he moved in so close that she could only beat at his arms and shoulders. "Baby, it's me," he whispered as he kissed her face over and over again. "It's me. I've got you. You're safe."

Dez sighed when her hits began to decrease. He eventually pulled back. What he saw damn near broke his heart. Spring's wide terrified watery eyes regarded him with horror. Her hair was disheveled and strands were plastered to her face. He felt each panicked breath she inhaled and exhaled over his skin.

"Dez?"

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, it's me. You're safe." Dez saw the first tear blink from her eye before Spring shifted away from his hold on her face and laid her head on his chest. Her arms wrapped tightly around him and she squeezed as if her life depended on how tight she held him.

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SPRING

coffee cup she held with both hands was more comforting than painful. She wasn't a coffee drinker but the taste of the bittersweet concoction seemed to calm her. Spring raised the cup to her lips and took another long sip, enjoying

her sister shared, she lost what little food she was able to munch on today. It took about thirty minutes for the dry heaving to completely subside and still she feared the reflex would return. But the coffee seemed to help keep her sour stomach at bay.

track Dez's hand. He placed it on her thigh and started to stroke her leg in a comforting caress. She looked over at him, their eyes meeting. His eyes conveyed understanding and a silent promise that he was with her. At least

fear were over when Grams took her and Summer to

"Springy."

around the police station for the source. She felt, rather than saw, the coffee being pulled from her hands as she stood up. She was a ball of sobbing tears by the time she made eye contact

from Spring and did some kind of hand check over her body until she was cupping her face. Familiar hazel eyes stared back at Spring, and for the second time

Summer pulled her in for

so scared." Spring felt her

Dez still sat with her coffee. That's when Spring noticed Fallon. He stood off to the