Title: Dream a Little Dream
Drabble Challenge: Twisted Commentfic - take a prompt and twist it
Prompt: Angeal, Genesis, Sephiroth - A quiet night in.
"Seph," Angeal had said, putting his hand on Sephiroth's shoulder. Sephiroth had felt his eyes go wide at that-it was so unexpected, for Angeal-or anyone, for that matter-to touch him. He was used to the scientists in Hojo's damnable lab touching him, but-
"Get some sleep," Angeal finished, sounding serious. "Even you need to rest some times."
Sephiroth rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I have a meeting in an hour. I can not."
"Yeah, you can," Angeal said, taking his hand away and putting his hands on his hips. "You have an alarm clock. Get a short nap in, or else I'll hit you with Sleep. That mission was not easy," Angeal finished, frowning faintly. "Nothing about this damned war is," Angeal muttered under his breath. Angeal shook his head, as if to clear it, then gave Sephiroth a mock stern look. "A nap, Seph. Go," he finished, making shooing gestures with his hand, and Sephiroth decided perhaps Angeal was right.
He had to be more tired that he thought. It was the only way to explain why he was still so shaken by Angeal having put his hand on Sephiroth's shoulder.
It had been a long time since he dreamed of the labs. But he did, dream of scientists and being tested, and the weight of the hands of the scientists holding him down to take samples from him, or when they were testing his pain thresholds.
Always, always, straps around him and hands on his shoulders, holding him down, trapping him, he couldn't get up, he was trapped he was-
"-late! Sephiroth! Wake up! Your meeting started five minutes ago!" Angeal's voice yelled from the other side of the door to his quarters, and Sephiroth, woken by the sounds of Angeal banging on his door and yelling, sat up, his fingers still clutching the sheets in tense fists.
He stared blankly at the clock, knowing he would be late for the meeting, and not caring. He wanted to stay where he was until the shadows of the lab faded and he could go outside the see the sun, feel it and know that, for now, he was free.
But he wasn't. He wasn't free. He was ShinRa's creature, as much as he had ever been Hojo's.
"Ah. Coming. Thank you!" he yelled back, enough to carry, then he pulled himself upright, out of the bed, and back into his uniform, into the trappings of ShinRa's Perfect SOLDIER.
And when Angeal, laughing, patted his shoulder again when he came out, Sephiroth knew by the way a flinch ran through him and Angeal pulled his hand away, looking upset, that knew he would never, truly, be free.