I went for a more serious, slightly dark tone with this one, so just keep that in mind, enjoy!

Rhys bolted up in bed, panting loudly. There were beads of sweat across his brow, that he wiped away quickly with his hand. He was used to this, ever since he was a kid he had to deal with the excessive nightmares, but it was still scary when they involved something happening to the people he cared about. This one was one of the worst, but Rhys stopped himself from thinking about it, to keep his anxiety from overwhelming him. It took him a few moments to realize where he was. He was in his home, the one he shared with Sasha. They had been living together for a few months. Rhys didn't think it possible to be this happy, but there he was. He looked over at the other side of the bed, and where he expected to see his girlfriend's sleeping form, but there was nothing there but empty covers.

At first he shrugged it off, but after a few moments of listening for any sound to indicate Sasha was anywhere in the house, and hearing nothing but absolute silence, Rhys felt his anxiety creeping back up on him. He felt the place where she usually slept to see if she had just gotten up recently, but it was as cool as it could be. He looked around the room, knowing she wouldn't be there, but he wanted to try anyway, but she was nowhere in sight. Without thinking about it, he swung his feet off the bed and got up.

He walked out into the hallway and turned on the light, and went about checking each room for Sasha. And once he had checked every room and found no one, he almost smacked himself for not realizing it, he could just call her. Rhys walked back into the bedroom, but before he went to grab his phone, he checked Sasha's bedside table for a note, or anything that would give him a hint as to where she was. Her car keys and her phone both laid there, useless and foreboding. Up until that point, Rhys had been trying to stay calm, to find a reasonable explanation for Sasha's absence, but his mind was only going back to his reason for waking up in the first place, the nightmare.

He stopped himself for what seemed like the hundredth time from going any further into that thought, as he walked out into the dark living room. He looked out the window, just on the off chance that Sasha was sitting on the porch steps, watching the night sky, but it was to avail. He paced around the room, at a loss for what to do. The span of only a few minutes felt like hours, and and with each passing second, the vivid images from his nightmare showed themselves to him more and more. Sasha crumpled on the ground, injured and bleeding, calling out to him, and him, unable to get to her and stop further harm coming to her. He was moments away from calling Fiona, to see if she knew where her sister was, but he heard the front door behind him swing open and he whipped around. Sasha was there in the doorway, closing the door and locking back up, she turned around, and it took a moment for her to notice Rhys standing there, and when she did it made her jump.

"You scared the crap out of me, what are you doing up so la-" before she could finish her sentence, Rhys had rushed forward and hugged her tightly to him. Sasha was confused by the sudden gesture, but she didn't want to say anything at first, for fear of it ending too soon. She let him hold her for a few moments, and when she couldn't take the confusion any longer, they broke apart slowly. She noticed his hands were trembling ever so slightly, and she spoke up. "Now I like hugs as much as the next person, but Rhys, whats going on?"

"Its nothing, I just- I didn't know where you were..." Rhys said rubbing the back of his head nervously, his voice faltering slightly. Now that she was here with him, perfectly fine, he felt stupid for going into such a panic. "Where did you go?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I just went for a walk. Sorry, I should have left a note, but usually you are still asleep when I get back, I thought this time wouldn't be any different. Which brings me back to my question, why are you up so late?"

"Its just- no you'll just laugh or something," Rhys said becoming more and more embarrassed, he turned to walk back to bed but Sasha grabbed his arm and pulled him back to face her.

"Rhys, I won't make fun of you."

"... You promise?"

"I promise." She said, a smile flashing across her face, but it went as quickly as it came. Rhys breathed a heavy sigh, and met Sasha's gaze.

"I just have these nightmares, they freak me out sometimes. Its not a big deal, some are worse than others, and the one I had just now was pretty bad." Rhys blurted it out as quickly as he could, afraid that Sasha would think he was a wimp. But Sasha just looked up at him, and he could tell that she didn't think it was something to be laughed at or made fun of at all.

"Its okay Rhys, we don't have to talk about it anymore, and you don't have to be embarrassed. I make fun of you only when its over something funny, not stuff like this. You can tell me anything, I won't think any less of you, I love you." Sasha got up on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. For the first time since he awoke, Rhys smiled, and any fear or doubt he had before was gone.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, next time I'll leave a note." Sasha said, pulling Rhys by the arm back to the bedroom.

"Or you could, you know, actually bring your phone, that would be good. I was about to call Fiona."

"Oh man, good thing you didn't, she would have come over here just to murder you for waking her up at three am. She knows I take these kind of walks, so she would have just been pissed." Sasha laughed. The sound of her laughter always made Rhys feel like everything was okay, and that it would stay that way.

They both laid back down, Sasha rested her head on Rhys's chest, as he played with her hair. Rhys looked down at his love and smiled once again. "So... you aren't going anywhere, right? No more walks tonight?"

"Eh, maybe" Sasha looked up and saw the pout reach his face and she smirked playfully. "Okay, okay, no more, I promise."

"I love you."

"I love you too."