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gertchase fic based on the last episode of the season.

so yeah,based on the last episode, an answer from the whole runawaysanswertime a few days back and @rowansdagger writing prompt post,specifically #91. ‘ can i hold your hand?’.

Next to him in the close confines of the Church of Gibborim's van gert is stiff, but every few seconds she quivers,her breaths are shallow and too quick.turning on the trash bag they’re sharing as a pillow to look; her eyes are squeezed shut tightly-like she's bracing herself for impact or protecting herself from some kind of horrifying attack. Seeing gert like this-it scares him,cause for the most part gert is fearless and fierce,she’s a silent storm,calm and then biting strong winds,loud crackling thunder and pelting bombardment of pulverizing rain.now though, shes making herself small,curled up like a closed armadillo,hands clutching his coat-he draped it over her earlier since she gave her blanket to karo and nico to share-God this girl.

gert let out a wet whimper and it breaks everything in him,reaching out, his large hesitant hand,he turns her over to face him,and gert’s is a deer in headlights-how much can he break?.quietly as not to scare her further or to break the silence ,he picks her hand and lays it low on his abdomen, under his palm.

4,7,8 he breathes,while gert watches and feels the calming rhythm under their hands.slowly,so slowly ,the panic recedes from her eyes,and bit by bit she uncurls and than her breathing begins to match his own.till shes just laying there next to him,face and form leaning towards him,eyes shiny and trusting and hesitant -she’s all soft and vulnerable-open to him.and chase wants to clutch her to him,give her every ounce of security and warmth and love in him but right now gert doesn't need to be enclasped,she needs that little distance between them,she needs to just hold his hand and see him-needs space and the connection they have right now.And as her chase,he will be what she needs,especially in moments like these.

it’s in the wee hours of the morning, molly holds in a giggle,those two-could they be any more in wuv, sharing a pillow,turned towards the other,gert’s palm on his lower abdomen under chase’s. ugh luvy dovey gross,and eww they're hands must be all sweaty too.wait that coat gert’s clutching to her-it’s chases.there’s a bubble of giddiness and the soft, cozy warmth filling her up once again from seeing them like this. this feels like old times,gert and chase,gert chase and molly it’s home,all thats' missing is their beloved dinosaur.

when gert wakes up,it’s to see chase,his eyes -all doe like looking at her-that look ,it makes her blush and hurriedly she gets up and goes outsidefor air and to probably on molly.and the sorry sap that he is,he’s left with a pained smile cause-gert does feel something for him,she feels safe with him but she’s holding back and running away,no matter. he isn't going to push her, there will be a moment for all that later but till than he’ll be here for her.

it’s still sunny and they're hurdled up God knows where, molly’s is pressed against gert,her head buried in the crook of her sisters’ neck.The two leaning against the dinosaur, now named Old Lace.its cute,adorable and yeah,he’s a puddle of goo.and it's at that very moment when he’s the puddle of chase goo,that gert’s green eyes,catches his and wordlessly she holds up her hand-palm up.voice low and hesitant when she asks ,’’can i hold your hand?’ and okay now he’s a puddle of goo.there is nothing more vulnerable than asking to hold someone’s hand,and this is strong defensive gert asking - meaning it’s even more. gert doesn't leave herself open to be hurt and rejected,but still she asks to hold his hand.thus,Chase can feel his face, all soft and smiling warmly at her, he knows he’s red so, quickly and steadily he takes her hand,settles next to her - she’s warm and he once again he’s feels home,she and molls and now Old Lace are home.he eye’s her reaction and she’s awkwardly shy and cute but she’s seems serene now compared to minutes before,before his hand held hers.

so here they are,after hours of running and dogging the public cause -now the five of them are America's most wanted,they're hidden away in some scheduled area -nico and karo are curled up diagonally to the right right and Alex, sitting a little ways ahead,hands in pocket. gert next to him,his hand holding hers,molly on her right-cuddling into her,and old lace; a steady leathery and cool assurance of safety and protection at their backs.

let me know if any of you like the fic.

p.s if there’s anyone who can polish this or just wants to work on a gertchase collab,inbox me.