[this is from a fic. if the fic owner finds it and they want me to take it down i will.] Veronica was about to open a door when she heard a noise behind it. She froze and slowed down her breathing, something was telling her that whatever she heard was not good.

She opened the down carefully so as not to make any noise. She peek inside to find a guy pinning a very intoxicated Chandler against the bed and who was clearly struggling against his hold.

Veronica saw red.

The next thing she knows she is standing on top of the guy, fist covered in blood. The guy looked knocked out, blood was dripping from his broken nose.

Veronica was snapped out of whatever trance she was in by a whine from behind her.

She looked back and her eyes locked with Heather's. The Heather, the mythic bitch of Westerburg, the demon queen, who looked to be in the middle of a panic attack.

What God had she pissed off in another life?

She walked close to Heather. "Hey, hey. It's okay, it's going to be okay, you're okay." She kept repeating the words in a gentle tone.

"Can I touch your arm?" Veronica asked, Heather stayed silent for a moment before giving her a weak nod.

Veronica carefully put her hand on Heather's arm and started rubbing in small circles.

After a while she asked "Can I hug you?" Once again Heather nodded, faster this time. Veronica carefully wrapped her arms around the girl in red. Rubbing careful circles on her back.

"Can I carry you? I need to take you to Duke's car." She asked gently.

"Okay." Heather responded. She wrapped her arms around Veronica's neck, not even caring about the looks they would get.