Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. They all belong to the wonderful Sarah J. Maas

A.N. So, this is only my second real fanfiction on this account. Kind of wanting to play it by ear, so if you like it please please please drop a comment to let me know that if I should keep going.

Nightmare

I watch as he is pulled away from me. Tamlin holds me by my arms as I scream. I can't get out. I need to get out. I need to get Rhysand. I need to hold him in my arms and tell him that everything is going to be okay. I need Tamlin to let go of my arms.

Suddenly the feeling of being shaken forces my eyes open. I can't see anything, blinded by the darkness. I writhe around and use my arms as weapons to attack whoever is shaking me. After mere seconds my hand meets something solid. I hit at it. A curse is muttered.

"Damn it Feyre, stop. It's me, it's Rhys." I stop struggling and let my eyes adjust. As they do his form becomes clear in the darkness of our bedroom. First I see just his general form, but soon his face becomes clear. His violet eyes are filled with worry as he holds my shoulders and studies my face.

"What, what happened?" My voice is raspy and my throat feels like someone emptied a vacuum cleaner into it.

"You were screaming." He lets go of my shoulders and leans back so he's sitting on his knees. He runs his hands through his damp black hair that hangs in his eyes and curls slightly. "I couldn't get you to wake up." His hands stop and he rests his face in them.

I reach out to him and grab one of his hands. I take my other hand and start caressing his sweaty skin. I bring it to my lips and kiss the back of his hand. I look up at him, and feel my eyes widen.

"I'm sorry." I whisper. He weaves his other hand through the golden hairs that hang around my face.

"C'mere." He says as his hand finds the back of my head and pulls me to his chest.

I drop his hand and wrap my arms around his waist. His arms curl around my shoulders and he buries his face in my hair. I nuzzle him and place light kisses along his neck. His left arm leaves my shoulders and curls under my thighs, allowing him to pull me onto his lap. I hook my hands around his shoulders and hold him tighter.

"What was it?" He whispers into my ear, his breathe ghosting the shell of my ear.

"Tamlin. He was taking me from you again." His grip on me tightened as I felt his muscular arms flex.

"What happened?"

"He had me, and he was holding me. I couldn't get away." I take a deep breath. "And then he shot you. Not to kill you instantly, but so that you could bleed out." Tears threaten to spill out of my eyes. "And then Lucien pulled your body away. As he dragged you I could see the blood on the floor. I fought them but I couldn't get to you, I needed to get to you." The tears spill over and they work their hot way down my cheeks. "There was so much blood."

"Shh. Fey, its fine. It's over. I'm here." I swallow.

"Tell me he's gone."

"He's gone. You got away."

My words are hardly more than a breath. "Tell me the story again."

I can feel his smile as he shifts so that he is sitting cross legged and I'm completely on top of him, my legs draped over his right leg, my torso curled into broad chest.

"Once upon a time there was this girl. She was tougher than nails and the fiercest hunter you'd ever meet. Her family had hit a hard time when all of her father's money went away in a Ponzi scheme, but this girl, she just kept going." I start tracing the tattoos on his chest with the tip of my finger. He shivers but keeps talking.

"The family was living in this one bed one bath apartment in Bothell, and it was just a bad time. Her dad wasn't making any money, and the girl and her two older sisters where starving."

"Why didn't the sisters help?" I whispered, knowing the answer.

"Well you see, the older sisters were spoiled rich girls who didn't know how to budget and had no actual skills to speak of. So, this girl had to provide for her family. At first it was just little things, getting food and clothes from her school, making sure her dad filed for his food stamps, that kind of thing. But soon, it wasn't enough for the family, and the girl became desperate. She began shoplifting."

"What happened then?" I muttered as I began to kiss along the black swirls of his tattoos.

"She got caught."

"Mhmm." He lets out a deep sigh.

"Fey, I can't do this with you sucking on me." I pick my head up and look at him.

"Alright." I lean my cheek against him and motion with my left hand for him to continue.

"So this cop who arrests her decides that he's going to take responsibility so he takes her to his house in one of those dinky little Seattle suburbs. She technically can't leave his house but you see, this guy lives right next to a nature reserve, so the girl starts hanging out there. During this time she also teaches herself how paint."

"What about her family?"

"Oh yeah, the cop guy insist that her family is taken care of, but won't tell her how or where they are." I nod against him. "So anyway, this goes on for a while, but then this lady from the DA sues the girl. She drags her through court and all the while the cop does nothing."

"Where does the girl go?"

He bumps me. "I'm getting to it." I smile. "So at this point the girl is in jail. And since her cop boyfriend is a loser the state gives her an attorney."

"What's so special about this attorney?"

"Well, for one he is devastatingly handsome." I look up at him and he wiggles his eyebrows at me. I laugh. "But everyone hates him because they know that his family is involved with the Italian Mafia. So, this attorney tells the girl that he'll get her out of jail on one condition: that she go on one date a month with him."

"And, why did the attorney make this deal?"

"Well because he was being forced to sleep with the nasty DA lady, and he couldn't help but find himself falling in love with the scrappy girl in the orange jumpsuit."

"So what happened next?"

"The attorney won the girl her freedom and she went back to the cop."

"But then she started spending time with the attorney, and became increasingly disillusioned with the cop." I say, taking over. He smiles down at me. "Then one day the cop locks her into his closet to keep her from getting out. So she has a panic attack, and in her fumbling fails to dial the hotline, but instead calls the attorney. So the attorney comes to her rescue and whisks her away from evil Seattle and back to his beautiful hometown: Brooklyn." He laughs. "Once the two are there, they fall in love with each other for real."

"What happens at the end?" He whispers into my ear.

"They get married, and live happily ever after." I whisper back.

A.N. Once again the future of this story depends on you, all i need is for one person to tell me to keep going, and I will.