A/N: Welcome to Collections From The McCord Files, Volume III! I hope you guys continue to enjoy these as much as the first 200 :)

Prompt: Elizabeth dreams that Henry wants a divorce, and she can't shake the sick feeling when she wakes up.

"Babe?"

The soft, familiar tones of Henry's voice broke through the darkness into Elizabeth's hidden thoughts. She barely glanced in his direction, thinking that it would alert him that something was wrong if he made eye contact with her.

She failed to realize that not looking him in the eye would produce the same result.

"Elizabeth?"

His voice was more insistent now, his tone laced with concern.

"Yeah?"

She was aware of the smallness of her voice, the quiet tones that she didn't often use. She felt Henry shift next to her, moving closer. Her stomach was churning, and she closed her eyes against a wave of nausea, words he hadn't truly spoken pounding through her head.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked. His obvious worry made tears fill her eyes.

"I just-" she began, but her voice betrayed her, cracking with emotion.

"Hey, hey," Henry soothed, moving close and reaching out to wrap his arm around her shoulders in the dimly lit bedroom. "Shh. It's okay."

Elizabeth let him hold her close, trying to compose herself. Henry, clearly having caught on to her struggle, held her closer.

"It's okay," he assured her. He pulled back just enough to look at her, reaching out to brush his thumb over a tear making its way down her cheek.

"You want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked. Elizabeth shook her head.

"It's stupid," she said, but Henry was shaking his head before she even finished.

"Well, it's got you all upset, so it must not be," he insisted.

"It was just a dream," she said. "It was nothing."

He didn't say anything; silence filled the room, and then she drew in a breath.

"I dreamed you wanted to get a divorce," she admitted.

"What?"

"I told you it was stupid," she said softly. Henry shook his head, pulling her a little bit closer out of instinct.

"It's not stupid," he said. "It's a bad dream. It happens."

"I can't shake it," she sighed. "I just keep hearing you say those words over and over again."

"Oh, Elizabeth," Henry said softly. "It's okay. I promise."

"I believe you. My non-rational side does not," she replied. Henry tugged her back by her shoulder until they were lying on the bed, tangled together. He held her close and she snuggled against his chest, taking comfort in his presence around her.

"I'm right here, babe," he breathed, so softly that she almost didn't hear him. "I've got you, and I'm not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. I promise."

His voice and words were so sincere that even her non-rational side was starting to feel a little bit more secure.

"Henry, tell me that's never going to happen to us," Elizabeth murmured. Henry smoothed his hand over his wife's light curls.

"That's never going to happen to us," he vowed. "I wouldn't let it, Elizabeth. You and I are forever, baby, I promise."

"How do you know?" she asked on a small voice.

"Because I know you," he answered simply. "Hey, don't worry about it, okay? We're okay."

She drew in a breath and let him hold her. Elizabeth was strong and tough almost all the time, but in the darkness of her bedroom, when it was just she and Henry, things were different. She found that she didn't mind being so vulnerable once Henry broke down the initial walls that she felt compelled to throw up. She snuggled against him and let him be her solace. After all, Henry and his reassurance and love was all she'd ever really needed.

"I'm sorry for freaking out," she said, looking up into his warm, familiar hazel eyes earnestly. He smiled slightly at her and reached out to tuck a strand of her messy curls behind her ear. The action was at once familiar and foreign, tender and newly sensual, a paradox of affection that made Elizabeth's heart race a little bit within her chest.

"Don't be," Henry said. "That's what I'm here for, you know. Among other things," he added with a small, impish smile that drew a breathy laugh from Elizabeth that took a majority of the weight on her chest with it.

"Thank you," she said sincerely, and Henry just smiled at her, drawing her in close against him as she tucked her head against his shoulder- a perfect fit.

"That's what I'm here for," he repeated, and she smiled ever so slightly.

"We're okay?" she repeated, just for good measure, and felt his lips on the top of her head, warm and tender and familiar.

"We're okay," he echoed with confidence that seeped into her as well, and soon after that, with whispered I love you's, both Henry and Elizabeth were fast asleep once more.