Help Needed?
A/N
So this is a little Sherry-one shot set after Gerry gets home from the pub after "Into The Woods"
I'm sorry it's sad, but ever since I joined I have written happy, fluffy fics, but now I'd like to start exploring the characters in more depth...
Special thanks to Eden who helped me out with this fic :)
Trigger warning!
Reviews welcome,
Laura xxx
"Sandra! I'm home!" Gerry called. She had said that she was going home to "microwave a curry and watch some rubbish telly". Gerry knew that it was more than likely to be asleep, she had been exhausted recently.
Things had been difficult between the pair of them of late, it had recently been the anniversary of Sandra's dad's death and she'd become more distressed. She had begun to have nightmares.
They had only started out as mildly bad dreams, at first. But as they had gotten worse, Sandra had begun to thrash and cry out in her sleep. She almost always woke up in tears afterwards, Gerry had to calm her down, which took quite a while.
As a result, they hadn't slept properly; they were grumpy and often snapped at each other.
Gerry found his partner curled up on the sofa, out for the count. She was twitching in her sleep, she didn't look happy either.
He had a quick look in the kitchen. The remnants of Sandra's curry was on the table top, this was a dead giveaway that she wasn't her usual self. She was a stickler for tidiness and usually made sure that dirty dishes were in the sink.
Gerry returned to the sitting room. He shivered a little, it wasn't the warmest of rooms in the house so he turned the fire on.
He sat down next to Sandra and watched her sleep. Her usually straightened hair was curly; she often caught up on sleep in the morning before work now. Her makeup was smudged, she had been crying.
Gerry shook Sandra awake gently.
She opened her eyes, it took her a couple of minutes to focus but eventually her eyes settled on Gerry.
"Another bad dream?" he enquired.
She nodded and gulped. "Yeah... I dreamt about the night of my Dad's death... I re-imagined my Mum breaking it to me..." she said.
"Sandra, I'm so sorry... We need to go to somebody about this..." he mused.
"No! I'm not going to some bloody shrink!" Sandra answered instantly, her body tensing up.
Gerry looked straight into her eyes. "Look, Sandra. We have to go to somebody. I will if you won't. I love you and I hate going on like this, seeing you distressed." he replied.
"Yeah, but I'm sure that it's just a phase. Maybe it's just because it's this time of year. I hate any clinical or hospital environment, it gives me the creeps." She grumbled, a scowl on her face.
"Don't scowl like that, if the wind changes it will stick like it! Sandra, you need help. You can't go on like this, you're tired, grumpy, and unhappy. I'll come with you, I promise. Please, Sandra?" Gerry asked her, looking into her eyes and praying that she would agree.
She sighed deeply. "All right, if you think it will help. I used to get bad dreams as a child, Mum took me to some doctors or other and they couldn't help. I hope that it will be different, this time." She responded, a ghost of a smile on her face.
Gerry took both of her hands in his. "I will. I promise." he said.
The two sat up for a while, talking.
Sandra talked about her childhood, about how much she missed her dad.
"I remember on the night he died, I felt so numb, like it wasn't true. I screamed and screamed, trying to convince myself that it wasn't true, that it was all a lie. The next day, I went to the stables that I used to ride at, took one of the horses out for a ride and didn't come back until evening. That ride gave me a lot of time to think... I never rode again." She responded gravely, sadness in her eyes.
Gerry held her close. "Sandra... We've got to get you over this, some'ow." he said, worriedly.
Sandra nodded. "I know." She answered, closing her eyes.
"Anyway, we'd better get to bed, it's late. Have you had any tea?" she continued.
"Yeah, Danny bought us fish and chips. I'll be up in a minute." Gerry promised. She left the room.