Harris is keeping his nightmares a secret. Spyder talks to him. (Takes place after the season 2 finale)
Mech x4 week: Medbay Moment
"Ugh, where is it?" Harris angrily mumbled as he went through all the cabinets in the medbay.
"All of these medicines and cures and I can't find a single thing I need?!"
"What're you looking for?" Spyder asked suddenly appearing behind him.
"JEEZ Spyder, you nearly scared me half to de- death." Harris could've cursed at the slip-up but played it off. Maybe he wouldn't notice.
"Haha, your face! That was amazing."
"Not funny."
"Sorry. What're you looking for?"
"Uhh, nothing..."
"Suuure. Seriously, what're you looking for." Spyder said.
"Nothing that concerns you, Spyder."
"I'm pretty sure, that if you're secretly looking for something in the medbay without telling anyone, then it is my business to tell everyone." Spyder countered.
Now Harris was getting nervous. For the past week, he kept having nightmares about his time as a monster and would wake up in a cold sweat. He didn't like it, so he looked for a sleep serum to help. But the others didn't know, and he wanted to keep it that way.
"But I'm not," Spyder said interrupting his thoughts.
"And why is that?" Harris asked.
"Because if you don't want to tell me, then you definitely don't want to tell the others."
"Would you just please leave and go and bother Mark or something?" Harris said impatiently.
Harris immediately regretted saying that as Spyder's regular happy face turned into a sad version of it. But it only lasted for a second as Spyder smiled, lifted up his arms and said:
"Alright, guess I'll go tell Ryan and the others, that you're secretly having nightmares," Spyder said as he walked to the door.
"WAIT!" Harris called.
"Yes?" Spyder asked, not so innocently.
"Sit," Harris said, gesturing to the ground.
"Yay," Spyder said as they both sat down on the floor.
"It's true."
"That you have nightmares?"
"Yes, but how'd you know anyway?" Harris asked.
"Remember when Ryan and I showed you, your first horror movie? You came to school the next day with black eyes and jumped at anything that moved. Plus you stuttered when you said death and Harris Harris Jr, never stutters unless he's in a panic. So I'm guessing this has to do with your near-death experience?"
"Kind of... I just can't get the feeling out of my head. I nearly died, Spyder. I had died!" Harris said.
"But we saved you."
"But what if you couldn't?"
"Then we'd find a way to bring you back," Spyder said.
"Spyder..."
"Harris. Everyone has had nightmares based on past events. Your not the only one. But you shouldn't hide it from everyone."
"It's just... weird to talk about."
"I get the feeling, but keeping it in, isn't going to help you either," Spyder said.
*silence*
"I don't know.. Maybe I should just do something to get my mind off it, like sneak out to a party or something."
"No!" Spyder almost yelled but caught himself and cleared his throat.
"I mean, there are better ways to solve this issue, then distracting yourself with a stupid party..."
"That's the thing, maybe a party could help loosen me up." Harris half asked, half declared.
"No. Believe me that doesn't work. You are not going to any party."
"Fine, then what do you suggest I do?"
"Try sleeping tonight, and if you get another nightmare, then I'll help you look for some sort of distraction tomorrow," Spyder said.
"Really?"
"Of course Harris, but I think you should tell the others about this too. They won't judge if that's what you're afraid of."
"It's not that, well, kind of, a little bit…"
"Plus, we're your friends Harris, you can tell us anything. Full honesty, ok?"
Silence again before Harris started giggling.
"Since when did you become the therapeutic one of the group?" Harris asked.
"Hey, if I'm keeping this nightmare thing a secret, then you have to keep Spyder the therapist a secret too."
"Hah, deal."
"Just try to sleep tonight ok? And if you wake up from a nightmare, then call one of us. Or text, whatever you prefer." Spyder said as he stood up and walked to the door.
"Hey, Spyder?" Harris said.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Spyder smiled. "Your welcome."
*Later that night*
It was 11:00 pm and Harris still couldn't sleep. He just stared at his bedroom ceiling for what felt like hours. The silence felt like it was cocooning him in a sea of shadows.
That is until something hit his window with a high pitched clink and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Harris slowly got up and looked out his window but saw nothing there. He looked around some more and noticed a package on his front doorstep.
That's weird, his older sister usually takes in all the mail before dinner, and the mailman wouldn't be out an hour before midnight.
Quietly creeping down the stairs, Harris tiptoed through his living room, gingerly opened the door and grabbed the package.
On top of the package, it said "TO HARRIS" in big, sloppy red letters.
Who would deliver a package to him at 11 o'clock at night? Harris thought as he opened the box to find a small vile of liquid and a card.
The card read "SLEEP SERUM" Just open the bottle, place it near you and sleep. Happy Dreams! - Your Teammates"
Harris smiled and looked around the neighborhood, only being able to see what was illuminated by the street lights. After a few seconds, he turned and went back inside.
Meanwhile, as soon as the door closed, Spyder deactivated the invisible cloak on his mech link and leaned against a tree with a smile on his face. He was shrouded in darkness, quite a distance away but activated the invisible cloak just in case Harris had eagle vision.
Now that Harris had the serum, Spyder was confident he'd get some sleep without any nightmares to plague him. He, himself uses the serum all the time, and it hasn't failed him yet. So it should help Harris too.
What if Harris developed some form of PTS-
Spyder's thoughts cut off as his phone started ringing. Taking his phone out of his pocket, Spyder began to walk in the opposite direction of Harris's house and accepted the call.
"Hello?" Spyder said, immediately noticing the sound of loud music and screaming in the background.
"Dude! Where are you?! You're missing everything! You didn't ditch us, did you?!" Said a loud voice on the other end of the line.
It was one of Spyder's old acquaintances who lived across town. He was your typical junior year teenager with a record that would surprise no one, from the town of which he lived. A place, Spyder was all too familiar with.
"Of course not! I'm on my way, sheesh!" Spyder half yelled as he left the call.
Looking up to the stars, Spyder sighed, looked down and whispered "Full honesty huh?" as he walked to the next party he'd be attending.