So...Yeah. This is based on what I affectionately remember as Hell Week, and my numerous anxiety dreams over my first semester, second year in college. My favorite is the one where the giant bacteria was chasing me.
Disclaimer: All I own is a Chekov action figure, currently sitting in the back of my car. Lesser-than-3
He sat in a meaningless class. StarFleet had made it mandatory for anyone who was actively seeking officer's training. The teacher- who in reality had been completely charmed by him- was announcing upcoming assignments. Her gaze speared him to his seat as she emphasized the consequences of being late. His mind began to race. His legs, though they weren't moving, were surely twitching under his black slacks. He almost felt the dark eyes peering into his soul, long fingers framing his face as he squeezed his eyes shut. A list of duties scrolled through the blackness. Only this time, they weren't for his classes- xenobiology, advanced physics of space, the hated communications- they were his duties as Captain. Officer training forms, requests for department transfers, new missions, so much, so much to do.
He woke up screaming and woke his lover next to him. Spock, used to these anxiety dreams by now, grabbed him and pulled him close. Spock kissed his eyes, forehead, nose, mouth, cheeks, temples- everywhere he could reach to bring his lover out from the nightmare. Spock started to bring his hands to the proper place for a mind meld, but his lover shook his head no.
"Just hold me." He whispered. "Make me forget about my duties for a little while longer. Make sleep a refuge again."
Spock complied. This, he could do for now.
Possibly I'll continue it into a series, with the nightmares of the rest of the crew and how their lovers/friends deal with it. Tell me what you think please.