Jack dreamt of drowning whenever he had a nightmare. It could start differently, but always end the same - with him drowning in icy, icy lakes where his nervous system was shocked with the cold. He'd try so very hard to claw his way back up through the murky liquid to the surface - sometimes he made it. Think he made it. And then his fingers would hit a thick sheet of ice and terror would set in. He'd pound on the ice, claw at it with blunt nails, until his lungs felt like they were set afire and he would suddenly inhale.

And it burned.

And he felt himself quake with the sheer fear and hurt and cold and-

And Tadashi would be there, shaking Jack awake with gentle kisses afterward when Jack started to cry. His throat felt as if he had swallowed sandpaper- that's how he knew he had been screaming in his sleep.

But Tadashi was warm and solid, a rock for Jack to cling to until he fell back asleep with Tadashi's smell to keep out any other invading nightmares. A sort of guard dog of his favorite dreams.

And Jack would sleep so much better after that.

But there were times when Jack was so freaked that he couldn't help but kiss Tadashi with everything he had. He would cling to the inventor, so much pent up emotion that he needed a release desperately. And Tadashi gladly gave him that release each and every time. He would make Jack's screams of fear turn to ones of pleasure, make his body shake with bliss instead of dreamed icy cold. Tadashi held Jack in every and any way needed to calm him down.

But no matter how Tadashi comforted Jack, the end result was always the same - Jack was soothed and happy once again. And that's all that mattered to Tadashi.