GUESS WHAT?! 100 prompts, each one of them an emotion, no promises on a schedule, not giving myself enough time to reconsider posting whatever I write as it is, everything else can wait until the real A/N at the end so LET'S DO THIS THING NUMBERONEGOGOGO!

Prompt I;
"Birth"

Waking up from a bad dream is bad enough on its own... There's always a brief moment of jarring delirium in the moments after waking, that brief period spent wondering whether or not the events you just took part in actually happened or not. Then, the aftermath; dealing with the cold sweat, the pounding heart, the repetitive effort of convincing yourself that it's alright, you're safe in bed. There are circumstances which could make it worse, but usually you simply either go back to sleep or get up and prepare for the day, depending on the time.

What's harder is waking up in the middle of a bad dream.

Spritle at first couldn't figure out exactly what had startled him out of the middle of his; he was upright and panting before he even realized he was awake. A shrill, foreign noise was permeating the silence of his dark room. His first instinct was to look for a bat or a pistol, but he inexplicably reasoned that that would be uncalled for...

A flick of a switch and gentle light burst outwards from the small lamp on his bedstand, illuminating an unfamiliar wooden object only a few feet from his bed. He released the breath he had been holding; now he remembered. He tossed the blanket still covering his legs to the side so he could stand then quietly padded over to the crib, peering inside at the small boy. Spritle's smile was gentle, and the one-year-old's cries quieting down to whimpers at the sight of his Uncle hovering over him.

"You too, X?" Spritle murmured sympathetically as he carefully lifted the toddler out of his crib, holding him against his chest and rubbing his back in small circles. X just rested his head against the crook of Spritle's neck, one thumb at his lips and the other gripping Spritle's striped pajamas. X had started sleeping through the night without a peep months ago—the effect on his parents had been profound—so Spritle already knew why X had been crying for him.

He knew that X had been in the car when Speed...

His chest tightened. At least Spritle could understand what had happened, if not why, but X... X hadn't even strung together a sentence yet. All Spritle could do for him was hold him, cooing sweet nothings until X drifted back to an uneasy sleep, becoming a dead weight in his distraught Uncle's arms.

They stayed that way for a while, Spritle's thoughts whirling as he tried not to cry and X dozing softly in his arms. He gazed at the crib for a moment, knowing that he needed to put X back into his real bed and try to get some more sleep himself before a long day at work the next day...so he gently eased X down against one of his own pillows, turned the lamp back off, and carefully climbed into bed next to his nephew, his hand resting on him so he would know the second X moved.

He could hardly remember the dream he had been having anymore, but it didn't really matter. It seemed trivial—inferior—in the face of what he had been waking up to recently.

And all of it because of the very day he had expected to be celebrating.

Author's Note;

This ended up being about twice as sad as I originally pictured so sorry not sorry. Yes, there will be a-freaking-hundred of these drabbles/one-shots (eventually) because I've always wanted to actually do this and I still feel bad about not having my sequel done yet... *kicks self* IT'S GONNA HAPPEN. But for now, have a bunch of pieces! Will be featuring any and every character, might do a few pairings, maybeanAUortwobutprobablynotdependsonwhatyouguysthink? ;D I'm not taking prompt suggestions, but I will take subject/topic suggestions.

As for this one, it doesn't specifically include Birth, but you know... The obvious one has been done way to much (my bad), so I thought I'd approach it from a different angle. You remember learning about angles of depression in math class, right? *ahum* Anyway... I just felt like Spritle needed some love, and you know me; I torture the darlings. Who shall be next? :3 (JK the next one's gonna be happier than this.) I'ma give Connor and Lucy some love, too, at some point 'cause I need to quit neglecting them... I'll shut up SEE YA WHENEVER NEXT TIME IS because freaking AP art class and my english class sucks and blah blah blah inspiration!