#fez<3

"Come on, ma. Y'know he deserved it." He tried to reason as they entered the house. The car ride to the house was complete silence. What're you supposed to say after you saw your boyfriend almost beat someone to death?

"Doesn't make things better." You voiced back, walking into the bathroom and locking the door behind you. Of course, Nate deserved it, he's a horrible person. But Fez shouldn't have been the person to do it; He'd already been targeted by the Jacobs and this just worsens it.

You took a moment to yourself, trying to calm down. You didn't wanna argue with him. Especially with Ash home. Ashtray grew up in this world, you know that, but you didn't want him to have to listen to you guys fight.

You grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and opened the door. "You gonna let me clean your hands up or what?"

He sat on the toilet lid while you stayed standing, and started to dab at the wounds on his hands with a cotton ball. "Fuck." He hissed as the alcohol hit the skin. "What you get for acting like that." You said.

"You still on that shit, for real?" You didn't respond. "I did that shit to protect you and your friends. Ion know how you gonna be mad at me for tryna make sure he didn't fuck with you again."

"That's not even the point," You continued to clean his fingers up. "The point is that you know he can fuck shit up all he wants because of who he is, and who his dad is, but you still fought him. You say you're protecting me but this just makes things worse."

"I don't give a fuck what they gonna try doing to me. All I care about is that he keeps his bitchass away from my girl." He didn't like arguing with you. He knew his actions were sometimes questionable, but they were from a good place. He loved you, and if protecting you meant beating the shit out of Nate motherfuckin Jacobs, then so be it.

You continued to clean his hands in silence, completely over this whole thing. Yeah, he's trying to protect you, but how's he gonna protect you when he's behind bars cause Cal Jacobs tries taking this to the police?

"There." You mumbled. "Thanks." He stood up and watched as you picked up all the cotton balls and threw them away. You started to walk out of the bathroom, but he caught your hand and pulled you back to him.

"Fez, I'm tired. Lemme go to bed." You tried to pull away. "Hold on." He started to speak again, "You know I love you, ma. Everything I do is for you and Ash." He spoke quietly, looking down at you.

"I know." You responded, "And I trust you, and I know you can handle yourself. But when you put yourself into these situations, it's hard for me to not worry about you."

He laughed a little bit, "I always got you, ma. You ain't gotta worry bout me. That's my job." You smiled up at him, and at that moment you knew this Nate thing would blow over.