Nightmare
A Stephaura One-shot
To those who have recently read my profile, you would know that I recently read the Shades of London series. I almost cried. I'm serious, normally that stuff doesn't happen, but when I found out what happened to Stephen...
Anyway, Stephaura is the ship named for Stephen and Aurora, you might be hearing me call it Story as well, you know, Stephen and Rory. Same thing.
Anyway, enjoy! Sorry the title stinks, I couldn't come up with anything creative.
Nightmare
"You know how to stitch your own head?"
"There are probably instructions online. How hard could it be?"
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"Everything is so messed up,"
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"Rory."
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"It's Stephen."
"What?"
"I can't wake him up,"
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"Wake up, please wake up. Please."
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"What happens? When the machine is off?"
"The body takes over. Things take their course. It can be minutes or hours."
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You are not going are not going anywhere. You are staying here. You are staying with me.
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"STEPHEN!" The word burst from my mouth as I shot up in bed. For a moment I was back at that hospital, watching the life leave his body, holding on for dear life as the world went white-
"Rory?" His voice. It brought me back down to Earth. Stephen was alive and Jane was dead. There was nothing to worry about. Everything. Was. Fine.
I brushed back the coppery, short, mess that was hair, automatically missing the long dark tangles that used to frame my face. I would have given half my supply of Cheez Whiz just to get it normal. Just for everything to be normal. Well, as normal as it could be.
"Rory?" Stephen repeated. "Is everything alright?"
And then I was sobbing again, so hard and fast and big that it hurt. It was like everything had come crashing down again, the realization that he had died came around and around, not stopping. Would it ever stop? The sobs were ugly, pouring out of me like a broken pipe.
A pair of arms wrapped themselves around me and a chin rested on my head. I leaned into Stephen's chest, my tears soaking his shirt. "Shh, shh it's ok. You're ok." This was different then Stephen's normal actions, which were normally stiff, quiet and serious. "What happened?"
"A nightmare," I gasped out, my breathing heavy and panty. "About you. So many faces, so, so-" More sobs racked my body and I stopped speaking. Stephen pressed a light kiss to my head.
"It was just a dream. Just a dream. I'm here, Boo's here, Callum's here. We're all ok. Well, as ok as we can be."
When I finally stopped, I pulled away. Not because I wanted to, but because I could tell that the constant physical contact was making him uncomfortable. But no, apparently, because the moment I separated, he pulled me closer. My head rested on his shoulder.
"Are you going to be ok?" He asked. I nodded.
"I'll be fine." I was secretly hoping that he would insist on staying and cuddle up with me, but that was unlikely.
"Ok." Stephen stood up and made his way towards the door. He looked back. "Rory?"
"I'll be fine." I repeated, though most likely I wouldn't be. He seemed to understand what I wanted, because the corner of his mouth flicked up and he came closer.
"Sure." He said and pulled up the covers, sliding next to me.
I was already half asleep a few minutes later, but I'm pretty sure he muttered the words, "I love you," when he thought I couldn't hear him.
The End.