Author's note: This "story" is just gonna be a ton of random drabbles that I come up with and decide to write down. Some may be age appropriate... and some may not be. I'll change the rating when it comes time to though, so don't fear. These little drabbles have no particular order so before each one I'll give you a little info on when each one is taking place during the KH timeline (since it's pretty crazy). This one happens to be taking place during the gang's stay in Traverse Town, so there ya go. Hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: Yep, nope, I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any Disney or Final Fantasy or whatever other crazy characters appear in the series.

Nightmares (T)

He wakes with a start and sits up with a jolt.

Not again.

His heart is racing, his palms are sweaty. In fact, his whole body is covered in a thin layer of sweat. But that's not his biggest concern at the moment.

He throws the covers back and gets out of the small bed. His head is spinning as he shakily walks to the door. He makes his way down the hallway to the green room, to her room. She's all that's in his mind at the moment. He just needs to make sure that she's still here.

His hand is on the knob before he can stop himself and he pushes it open almost silently. Almost.

"Who's there?" She tries to make her voice sound stern, but it always has that edge of gentleness. Judging by her immediate reaction, she must not be sleeping well either.

His heart slows and he's relived at just the sound of her voice. She speaks out into the silence again.

"I-I said who's there?" It's more shaky this time, less confident.

Well shit, how's he going to explain this? She's never caught him before.

"It's me." The door creaks open a little wider to reveal his face. He looks up to find her standing near her bed, her hands balled into fists.

Like she was going to fend off any intruder that decided to attack her.

"Leon?"

He doesn't say anything. He can see the green of her eyes from where he's standing. They still look worried. He hates to see them like that.

She relaxes a bit and starts toward him. He can't help but notice the pink camisole and matching pink sleep shorts she's wearing. Her hair is down, the pink ribbon missing. She's much too beautiful for her own good.

"I thought you were a heartless." She says with a small, weary laugh. He still says nothing. "Is something wrong?"

"Sorry I woke you." His voice sounds rough. He hopes she doesn't notice how hard his heart is pounding.

"It's alright. I wasn't really sleeping anyways." She offers him a weak smile. He notices how tired she looks. He wonders if he looks the same. "Is there..." She hesitates. "Did you need something?" Her hands fold together nervously in that way they always do. He can't say anything. He doesn't want to leave though.

He reaches out and softly takes her hands in his own. She gasps quietly and raises her eyes to his. He realizes how much he likes the feel of her hands in his. They're so delicate and he's afraid to move because maybe they'll break. The moment seems to last forever and when he brings her hands to his lips to kiss them, she whispers his name. His real one.

And suddenly it seems as if she understands everything without him even having to say a word. "It was only a bad dream." She says softly as she brushes a few strands of damp hair away from his forehead. "I'm right here." Her whisper is the most reassuring thing he's heard in a long time.

"Aerith I..." He can't seem to find the words. He doesn't need to. She understands.

Silently, she leads him into her room, shutting the door behind them. Her bed looks as if she hadn't even been in it. She really mustn't be sleeping well. He looks at her because he's not really sure what he's doing or if he should be doing this at all but she only nods and smiles.

Before he can stop himself, he leans in and kisses her cheek.

Damn it. What the hell is he doing?

He pulls away slowly and hesitantly meets her eyes. She looks a bit surprised.

"Sorry, I-" She cuts him off with a kiss. His eyes widen as her delicate hands come up to hold his face and it seems like she's never going to stop kissing him. But when she does he realizes he never wanted her to stop.

"You missed." She smiles at him and he almost smiles back. She doesn't expect him to though.

They lay down together, her hands in his and he realizes how rough his are in comparison. She doesn't seem to mind though.

He holds her close because maybe having her pressed against him will stop the nightmares. Maybe. It's worth a shot right? Plus, he doesn't exactly mind her body being this close to his.

Because maybe this is exactly what he's wanted all along.