Okay, so my muse hit me with this idea a couple of days ago. See unfortunately I suffer from chronic nightmares (that's not an actual medical term but oh well) and a few nights ago after being woken up I was like, hey, I've always been reminded of me and one of my older brothers by Sadie and Carter (we're pretty much polar opposites and have been mistaken for boyfriend/girlfriend before...) so I was like, hey, let's give Sadie some nightmares! Please tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: the Kane Chronicles are not something of which I own (that was probably horrible grammar but oh well), however, a very cool hat recently came into my possession, it's like a top hat put its not and it has the German colors in stripes on it with the German eagle on it, its pretty beast, my brother go it for me, in, shockingly, Germany!

Okay so this story will mostly be in Carter's POV. Please tell me what you think of it and if I should continue it or not, and if you think Sadie's reaction to a nightmare is extreme, trust me, chronic nightmares are much more terrifying then your run of the mill nightmares and more then once I have burst into tears or screamed bloody murder over them...never fun, okay, back on track, here is my story...Please enjoy!

Nightmares; Sadie style


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I've never really had problems with nightmares. Even when I was little I didn't. Ba trips? I had a problem with those, but nightmares? No, never.

Sadie, however, did.

I remember when we were young it was a common occurrence to be woken up by Sadie screaming and thrashing in her sleep and Mom and Dad rushing to her room. Other times I'd hear her (try to) quietly sneak into Mom and Dad's room or sometimes she'd even come into my room. She pad in, and I'd wake up almost instantly as if I knew she was there. I'd look at her, in her little white nightgown with a teddy bear clutched in her hand when she saw I was awake she'd say, in her tiny little kid voice, "Cawtew, I had a nightmawe." And I'd roll my eyes but would let her come over and I'd try to comfort her.

Back then, I had been a little incredulous about nightmares really being that bad because I had never really had one.

But despite that, waking up to my little sister screaming bloody murder was still terrifying.

After the whole Set, Osiris, possessed by Gods debacle, the first night after Amos left it occurred to me Sadie hadn't had a nightmare the whole time. I remember, just before I fell asleep, I decided she either grew out of it, or the whole realizing her powers thing must have gotten rid of them.

Boy was I wrong.

The first time I happened was the night after Amos and Zia left for Egypt. I wake up suddenly and I laid in my bed listening for whatever woke me.

When I didn't hear anything I slid out of bed and quietly exited my room. I tiptoed down the stairs into the Great Room and a flash of color caught my attention.

There.

I turned towards the balcony and saw what awoke me. Sitting in one of the chairs, back to me, was Sadie. She was in her cotton pjs and a cotton jacket. It wasn't till I got out there did I notice she had her headphones in, so obviously couldn't hear me. Not wanting to startle her, I slowed down and moved next to her.

Her knees were drawn up against her chest and her arms were wrapped around them, hugging them closer to her body. As I drew closer I noticed her shoulders were shaking slightly.

She was crying.

"Sadie!" I said her name at the same time that I put my hand on her shoulder causing her to whip around. When she saw me she flung her arms around me and started sobbing into my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her, and tried to remember how Mom and Dad used to calm the two of us down whenever we started crying.

"C-ca-car-carter!" Sadie sobbed out my name and I instinctively started rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"Shhh, you're okay, I've got you." I tried to imitate the soothing tone our parents used to have and apparently it worked, because Sadie started to calm down so I kept repeating the same thing whilst slowly leading her into the Great Room and onto the leather couch.

A few minutes later Sadie finally calmed down enough and I sighed, knowing I'd have to ask, "When did the nightmares start again Sadie?"

She looked up at me, her blue eyes (they look so much like mom's) were puffy and red rimmed, "They never stopped."

I stared at her in confusion, as I processed what she said, "You mean?"

She chuckled bitterly, "Carter, they've never stopped, I've just learned how to deal with them more…..quietly I guess."

Under normal circumstances I would have snorted at the idea of Sadie being quiet about anything, however, these circumstances were far from normal "Sadie…" I stared at her.

She just waved me off, "Go back to bed Carter. I'm fine."

"Sadie."

She turned and glared at me, "Carter. Go."

I sighed and got up, suddenly missing the little girl who would come and wake me up after a nightmare. As I walked back up the steps, I glanced back to see that Sadie had gotten up and was now going into the library. I shook my head, deciding the nightmares were probably not as bad as when we were little.

Of course, I was wrong.


So, what do ya think? Like it? Hate it? Burn it then throw its ashes off a cliff? Please tell me, and if you flame me? I will use the fire to toast the marshmallows I ate while I wrote this. Please tell me if I should continue!

Until next time,

KiraKeba
QK (sideways ninja!)