(A/N: This is not slash in any way! Although you may take it as slash, I did not write it to be slash!

Thank You to BohemianBeatle for your review on the last chapter.

I'm glad you liked it.

I don't own The Monkees.

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.)

Mike woke up from a sound sleep to someone sniffling. Listening hard to make sure he didn't dream it Mike peered through the dark. There it was again.

"Peter?" Mike whispered in the general direction of the sniffling.

"Yeah?" Peter whispered.

"What's up?" Mike asked sitting up in bed.

"Nothing." Peter whispered "I'm sorry I woke you up." Mike sighed and got out of his bed and carefully made his way over to the bass player.

"Come on Pete," he coaxed setting his hand on Peters back "You can talk to me about it, but I won't push you to." Peter sniffled again sitting up.

"I had a bad dream." He whispered. Mike waited for Peter to continue.

"I dreamt that-that someone broke into the pad looking for something and we didn't have it and you told them that but they didn't believe you so they killed you…then they killed Micky after he told Davy and I to run then they killed Davy then…" Peter broke off flinging his arms around Mike quietly sobbing. Mike was caught off guard at first, not being one to really hug people, but he slowly put his arms around the blond and rubbed his back making shhing noises. Finally Peter pulled away from Mike wiping his eyes on his pajamas.

"Sorry." He whispered embarrassed. Mike sighed and got up going over to the door and exited. Peter thought at first that Mike had left to go sleep on the couch or in the bedroom that Davy and he use to share but soon Mike came back and sat back down on the bed pressing something into Peter's hand.

"Here blow your nose." Mike instructed and Peter found out it was toilet paper. After doing as Mike requested and tossing it into the garbage can Mike pulled the covers back on Peters bed and tucked him back in.

"You listen to me Peter alright." Mike said still sitting at the foot of Peter's bed "Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah." Peter said nodding his head, not that Mike could see it.

"Good." Mike said taking a deep breath "First, don't apologize for having a nightmare alright."

"Alright."

"Next," Mike said licking his lips "if you ever have another nightmare and are scared…or if you're scared for no reason or whatever, please wake me up and let me know and I'll help you anyway I can. Okay?"

"Okay." Peter agreed. Mike smiled and patted Peter's leg before getting up and going back to his own bed.

"Okay, now get to sleep before Micky and Davy wake up." Mike said pulling the covers up to his chin and closing his eyes. He was just about ready to drift off when Peter's voice called out to him.

"Mike?"

"Yes Peter?"

"Can you…can you maybe err…never mind." Peter stammered out.

"Peter, what is it?" Mike asked rolling over to look at his friend.

"Well, it's just could you maybe I don't know, come back over here just so I know that you're not dead?" Peter whispered. Mike bit back a sigh but got up and went back over to Peter's bed and laid down next to him.

"Like this?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, just until I fall asleep." Peter said.

"Yeah, now try to go to bed Peter." Mike whispered not moving. Peter hummed and snuggled up to Mike.

"Good Night Mike…thanks."

"Good Night Peter." Mike whispered "You're welcome."