Hey guys, this is my second story on this channel, I hope you enjoy it. It's kinda sad, and please read the warning because there will be mentions of rape in the future, so if you no likey don't readie. Leonard is a supportive friend, it's a platonic relationship between Sheldon and Leonard. I was going to make it a m/m but, eh I changed my mind as I wrote it. Please review and tell me what you think! :)


"Ah!" Sheldon yelled, sitting up suddenly sitting straight up in his bed, panting, looking around him, squinting trying to make his eyes adjust to his surroundings, grabbing a hold of his sheets, his knuckles turning white. Where did that nightmare come from? It was like none before he's ever experienced.

"Sheldon! Are you okay? What's wrong?" Leonard burst through the door, not bothering to knock. He saw Sheldon panting, wide-eyed sitting up on his bed, not replying. "You had a nightmare?" Leonard breathed a sigh of relief realizing that his friend was not in fact in danger.

"Yes," Sheldon simply said, not bothering to replay the scene that he'd just witnessed in his own mind.

"Well" Leonard, walked a few paces in the room, "do you want to talk about it?" he said hesitantly, watching an obviously disturbed Sheldon, avoiding eye contact.

"No, thank you, Leonard, I just need to get back to sleep," he said simply, trying to avoid the topic altogether, pulling the sheet over his shoulders and laying on his side, facing away from his roommate. Leonard shrugged, knowing something was wrong but didn't want to push the sensitive Sheldon Cooper.

"Alright, well… I hope you get some rest buddy" he said, shutting the door. Sheldon, wasn't going to be able to get any rest, his eyes wide, almost unblinking, trying to prevent himself from replaying the horror scene that he'd just experienced in his night terror. He had tried best not to tear up while lying in bed, but a few stray tears did appear, out of his control. He sniffed, and frustratingly wiped his eyes with his hands, curling up into a ball with his blanket up to his chin. 'it's not going to happen, it's just a nightmare, it's not going to happen again' he kept saying to himself until he finally closed his eyes and fell back asleep.

This next morning, Leonard was making coffee, when Sheldon came out with his robe on, ready to make his breakfast. It was oatmeal day, and was eager to get back into the swing of his regular, comfortable, and familiar routine. "hey buddy, did you finally get back to sleep?". He just had to bring that up.

"Yes, I did, and I'd like to not discuss that, especially so early in the morning" Sheldon snapped, not looking at him, as he reached for the milk and the oatmeal.

"Sorry, Sheldon, I just am glad to see-"

"I said, I don't want to talk about it" Sheldon snapped again slightly louder. Whatever that nightmare was, really did hit a nerve with the physicist. Leonard, decided to stop talking, seeing that it was clearly aggravating the taller man. He sipped on his coffee and went to sit on the couch. It was Saturday, at least he could take his time and not have to have an argument with an agitated Sheldon on the way to work. He could give him his space, that he obviously really needed. After a time of quiet, Leonard observing Sheldon's interaction as he made his breakfast, hearing the clicks and clanks of the dishware and the stove, Leonard decided to break the silence.

"Hey Howard said something about going to the comic book store later this afternoon, you want to join us?" Leonard said hoping that this would give him a regular Sheldon response. "I could take you to the train store after" Leonard was really trying hard to get Sheldon out of his funk. Sheldon thought for a second, contemplating this offer.

"Yes," Sheldon said simply, not elaborating like he usually does, as he walked over to his spot and sat down with his bowl of precious plain oatmeal. Leonard stared at him, this isn't like Sheldon, he usually says about nine thousand words in the morning. Leonard had enough, he was going to get a proper response out of his roommate if he had to beat it out of him.

"Sheldon, this isn't like you! What the hell is going on?" Leonard nearly yelled,

"Leonard, my cognitive process is not functioning at its optimum level at this time, stop badgering me, and let me have a sufficient amount of time to process what I've been through," Sheldon said in one breath, never looking at his friend.

"What you've been through? Sheldon, it was a DREAM!"

"No! It wasn't! It was a nightmare; a nightmare is not a dream." Sheldon corrected in his usual tone.

"Whatever, it didn't actually happen!"

"Yes, it did!" Sheldon suddenly stood up, and ran back to his room, slamming the door, leaving Leonard perplexed and alone.