Its the middle of the night, its raining outside, and Jaime is keeping Bart close to his chest as he sleeps, Jaime sleeps peacefully while Bart's dreams reminisce on the future.
"Bart please, this area is radiated, you don't want to get moded. Do you?"
"hey I don't get to see flowers often Neutron...this ones purple! Its so crash!"
"i don't like that name..."
another time.
"Bart? Are you feeling crash?"
"..."
"if we walk around we might see more of those weird looking plants."
"..."
"heh, yeah, relaxing for the day sounds crash too..."
at this point hes digging his nails into Jaime's sides, making him move around in his sleep. Bart, who's also still asleep, is frowning, displeased with his dream. His body agrees with him and he wakes up.
Dead silent
soft street noise
he looks at Jaime, peaceful and asleep. Looking as perfect as ever in the moonlight from the window, heartbeat nice and steady with even breathing. A little angel. His angel.
Bart rests his head on Jaime's chest. In. Out. Hes safe, that future wont happen, Jaime doesn't become evil, Bart doesn't feel hopeless. Everything's okay.
As he drifts back to sleep he wonders what the new future will be like, and more pleasant dreams enchant his body this time around.