Easier to Sleep
By: ShalCat-Kitty
Disclaimer: don't own anything.
This is just a short one shot for Brennan and Shalimar. It could take place at any time throughout the series so imagine it's in your favorite season. Pretty well it's a little bit of explanation and two poems (more like a bunch of thoughts strung together) but I still like it. I hope you guys do to.
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The call came into sanctuary in the late morning and Brennan and Shalimar left to go solve the problem.
A desperate caller, an old friend of Shalimar's had needed their help.
Where they were going was far off and even in the helix it took them until late afternoon.
When they got there she was already dead. There was nothing they could do. Other than the body there was no evidence. Even with her stronger senses, Shalimar found nothing. It looked like a suicide. A bullet to the brain.
"She would never do this." Shalimar sobbed into Brennan's shoulder. By this time it was getting late into the night.
Brennan spoke into his com ring "Guy's. It's too late and Shalimar is beat. I think we'll find somewhere to stay for the night and head back in the morning."
He led the sobbing feral to a motel close by and paid for a room. He tucked her in then stretched out on the couch across the room.
It was later that night and Shalimar thought to herself.
There is no escape
He's everywhere
I can sense him
I can smell him
I can't sleep
When he's so close
I can't stop
I think about him
His dark hair
Puppy dog eyes
Sarcastic smile
He had comforted me
Not just today
But when I'm down
He's there to help
He's so sweet
I think I might love him
I think I have for a while
How could I not?
It's torture
To know that he's there
Over on the couch
Just across the room
I'm tempted
To go to him
What would he think?
If I were Emma I'd know
I'm laying here
I think
And it hurts
To think about him
To not think about him
What can I do?
Finally she got up the nerve. She actually got out of bed and walked over to the couch. She stood there for a moment then she reached down and slightly touched his shoulder.
He turned over and looked up at her questioningly. She seemed so small.
"I can't sleep." She whispered it so quietly he wasn't even sure she had said anything. It was dark and he wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a tear rolling slowly down her cheek.
He stood up at once and pulled her against his chest. She was shaking. He slowly pulled her toward the bed and helped her lay down once again. She seemed calmer now. As he went to go back to the couch, a small hand snaked around his wrist. "No" she said.
He sat down on the bed next to her and cautiously ran his fingers through her hair.
"Don't leave me." She whispered. He slid under the blankets with her and she curled up on his chest almost as if she were a cat.
"Never." He whispered back.
After a few moments her breathing relaxed as she fell asleep. It was now that Brennan thought to himself.
Look at herShe's so small
Fragile
Beautiful
How could I ever say no
To some one like her
No
Not just someone like her
Her only her
She is mine
I am hers
We both know that
But now
She practically invited me
Into her bed
I'm pinching myself
Am I dreaming?
She is right here
On me
In the same bed
How did I ever deserve her?
Why did she choose me?
I run my fingers through her hair
As I have dreamed of doing
How many times?
I've lost count
I could get used to this
In quite a hurry
In fact
I already love this feeling
If I could spend every night
Holding her close
It would be heaven
And so they said nothing of the night before to their friends back at sanctuary the next day.
The next night when the others had gone to sleep Brennan stared at the ceiling. He silently wished he could go back to the previous night and have her there with him. Almost as if in reply to his thoughts, he heard a small creak as his door opened then he felt the bed dip.
The small figure curled up on his chest without a word. He didn't need to ask why. He already knew. It was easier to sleep, for both of them.