Intro: With my newly rampant TB obsession--thanks to reading the manga and the first volume of R.A.M--I was just itching to write some fic. But try as I might, I just couldn't seem to pin down any of those hippity-hoppity little plot bunnies. So I decided that what I needed was some drabbles to get my feet wet. So off I went in search of prompts, whereupon I found and promptly joined the 64damnprompts challenge over at Livejournal. The proceeding drabbles (though, if you want to get technical, I suppose most of them are ficlets) were written for said challenge.
Disclaimer: All characters originally created and owned by Sunao Yoshida; borrowed and manipulated by me.
Prompt: 2. a.m.
Abel awoke with a start, heart pounding, tears stinging his eyes, her name burning his lips. It took several panic-ridden moments spent clutching the sheets for him to realize it had been nothing more than a dream.
He eased his grip on the sheets, took a deep, shuddering breath, and wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of a shaking hand.
"It was that dream again, wasn't it?"
He looked up to find Sister Kate's wavering, luminescent form watching him--her forehead creased with concern--from beside the bed.
He turned his gaze downward to his own still-unsteady hands and nodded.
Sister Kate gave him a gentle smile. "Catherina is fine, Abel. Sleeping soundly."
She nearly reached out to place a hand on his shoulder... remembered... stopped.
"0200 and all is well."
Author's Note: Writing this fic made me realize just how underutilized poor Sister Kate is. So expect to see her pop again.