Heeyy Yognau(gh)ts, Zoethian Shippers, those with too many feels that need some to be destroyed, and the like! Since the one-shot earlier didn't really suffice as an actual story (though it had the same effect) I thought I'd give you a real one. If you notice, in episode one of Rising Zoey and Rythian's beds are one block apart, but in episode two they are together, leading me to do much fangirling. So, yeah. Why do I feel the need to explain every story I write? Anyway, thank you to Wamu, who was a cheerleader for a brief period of time and cheered me up enough to write some shit! *Ahem* Sorry. Write some stuff!


He hadn't been able to sleep again. but he had stayed in the tent, content just to listen to Zoey's soft breathing as she slept. God, he was glad she was alright, safe, so close by. He never told her, but he often had nightmares about the nuke, dreams where he would wake up and look frantically towards her bed, terrified she was gone. Those times he wanted to go and wake her, to hug her and assure himself that he could keep her safe here, away from everything and everyone. But he couldn't worry her, so he would just lay in the darkness until her gentle breathing lulled him back to sleep.

"Rythian?" A soft voice whispered, rousing him from his thoughts. He turned to see Zoey peering at him from her bed.

"Zoey? What's wrong? Why are you awake?" He asked.

Zoey sat up, eyes focused intently on him, as if to ignore the darkness around her and push away the fear. She seemed okay, looking only slightly scared. "I'm fine. Just a dream."

"Was it a nightmare again?" Rythian asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Yeah, but it's alright, only I was just wondering...well, you see, it's kinda cold in here and really dark, and I'm actually kinda scared, so, do you think maybe we could put the beds together? Just for tonight?" Zoey asked quickly.

Without hesitation Rythian nodded, secretly relieved that she would be closer; not only was he worried about her getting hurt, he hated it when she was scared.

Zoey stood up quickly, breaking the chest that stood between the two beds and placing her bed down next to his. Then she climbed in, fluffing her pillow a few times before lying down with her back facing Rythian.

Rythian felt much more secure with her here; it was funny how that worked out. If she was safe, it made him feel safe. His eyes slowly fluttered closed as he listened to her deep, even breathing that told him she was asleep. He had almost fallen asleep himself when he suddenly felt a face bury itself in his chest, fist curling in the fabric of his shirt. He opened his eyes.

"Zoey? What are you doing?"

Zoey lifted her head and looked up at him, fear evident on her face and tears welling in her eyes. Another nightmare. He smiled softly at her and kissed her forehead, his arms going around her. She relaxed, snuggling into his chest and slowly drifting off to sleep, Rythian following not long after.

Needless to say, neither one had nightmares. And they didn't move the beds apart the next day. Or the day after. Or at all.