It's Your Turn.
Summary: The Smith's fighting over who should go see to their daughter, Anika.
Disclaimer: I own Anika, nothing else.
There was a scream from the spare room in the Smith household. It was a cool Wednesday night and John and Jane Smith ended up bickering over who should see to their daughter.
" Daddddddddyyyyyyyy!" The voice shouted instead of screaming.
" John, she wants you, now go!" Jane said huffily, sitting up in bed.
" But Jane your better at these things." John countered, he was tired, his last mission had worn him out.
" FOR GOD'S SAKE JOHN GO SEE TO ANIKA!" Jane had rarely raised her voice since Anika was born, but she was angry.
" No." Came John's stubborn reply. Jane wanted to tear the smug look off his face. Jane groaned and heaved herself out of bed. ' Stubborn little git.' She thought, walking out their room and swiftly into Anika's. She snapped on Anika's light to reveal a girl cowering in her bed.
" Mommy!" Anika squealed. Jane raced over and sat down beside the girl's bed. She pulled Anika close to her and asked " what's wrong, sweetie?"
" I had a nightmare and this man chasing me with a knife. He almost stabbed me, then I woke up." Anika sobbed. Jane hugged the girl tightly.
" It's alright it was only a dream. No-ones going to hurt you darling." Jane soothed her. It seemed to work. Anika snuggled into Jane's warm body, comforted.
" Now just go back to sleep darling. I'm here." Jane told her. Anika fell asleep within seconds. Jane placed her back in to a more comfortable position in her bed, before slipping back through to her own room.
Jane crawled back into her own bed, to find a peacefully sleeping John. She smiled, wrapped her arms around his waist and ell into a deep, dreamless slumber. Not for long though. About two hours later, there was another scream. They both awoke and lazily Jane propped herself up on her pillows.
" It's your turn, sweetheart." She grinned.