Sasha rolled over and looked at the clock. It was just after 3am and for some reason she was unable to go back to sleep. She sat up in bed and decided she was going to go find something to drink. She grabbed Tom's t-shirt he had thrown off earlier and made her way to the kitchen. It took her a moment to find the cabinet with the cups. When she had her a glass of water, she went to the table to process the events of the night. How things had gotten to this point so fast was beyond her wildest dreams, but she was happy. She had no regrets with how things had developed between them, and for that, she was thankful.

Sasha smiled and took another sip of her water. As she sat there drinking, she couldn't help but hear what sounded like Tom talking to someone. She went to the bedroom door and noticed Tom was still asleep, but seemed to be dreaming. She stood there, listening, trying to make out anything she could. However, before she could make sense of it, Tom was tossing and turning violently, fear and anger in his voice. Sasha, worried about what was happening, climbed back in bed and grabbed him. "Tom. Tom! I'm here. Wake up!" When Tom's eyes opened and focused on her, a wave of relief flooded over him. He laid his head in her lap and took a moment to allow his heart to stop racing. Sasha placed her hand on his head and rubbed his back. "It's ok. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." Tom wrapped his arms around her and just held her.

When he had finally calmed down, he released Sasha and propped up on his arm up next to her in the bed. "Tom. Are you ok?" Sasha asked him, seriously worried about him. "Are you having nightmares?" She knew what her nightmares had done to her, and she had no idea he dealt with them, too. After putting his thoughts together, he finally replied. "I'm ok. I've been dealing with these for over a year now, but they seem to have gotten worse the last couple of months." Tom looks up at Sasha. "The only good night's sleep I've had since I left the navy…" Tom takes Sasha's hand in his before he continues. "Was the night I stayed at your house." Sasha squeeze his hand. "I know. To be honest, it's the only good night I've had in months, too." Her confession a shock to Tom, but she wasn't letting him change the topic from him to her. "Tom, talk to me. What is going on?" Tom just looked at her, unsure what to say. Finally, he decided to just tell her the truth. If they were going to make this work, he couldn't hide things from her. "Sometimes, I dream I'm back on the plane, Tex dead beside me, Shaw dead in front of me, and there is no way to get off the plane. Sometimes, I'm back at the hotel and I see the guy shoot Rachel, yet no matter how hard I try I can't get to her. Most of the time, I see Darien, the kids, and my dad, all sick and I have the cure in my hand, but I cannot get to them to give it to them. The closer I get to them, they just get farther away and sicker by the second, collapsing one by one before I finally wake up." Tom was finally opening up to Sasha and he couldn't seem to stop the words from flowing. "Tonight though, tonight it was you. You had been shot and I couldn't get to you. I couldn't save you." Sasha put her arms around Tom. "Tom, I'm here. I'm ok. It was just a nightmare."

Before he could think about what was about to come out of his mouth, Tom snapped back. "But what if it's not?! All the other dreams are based off things that have actually happened. You haven't been shot. What if I can't save you? I can't loose you again. I can't live without you." Sasha stopped him. She placed her hand gently on his cheek as he stopped talking. "Tom, yes I have. I was shot at the White House in St Louis. I was shot at Giorgio's house. I was shot on Vellek's ship by Lucia. I had a vest on and 2 of those bullets hit the vest. The third was just a flesh wound." Sasha had lowered her hand and held Tom's hand in hers. Tom looked at Sasha, not sure what to think. He'd known about the bullet she took to the arm at Giorgio's, but hadn't realized Lucia had tried to kill her. Nor did he know she took a bullet at the White House, when he'd asked her if they could breach the White House and stop the missile attacks on the Nathan James without back up. "You were shot at the White House?" Tom asked, the cracking in his voice evident as he comprehended that she had taken a bullet for him. Sasha shook her head yes. "AND Lucia shot you?" This time Tom couldn't hide the horror in his voice. "Yes Tom. And I'm still alive." Sasha tried to comfort him, reassure him the best she could. "Tom, you did save me. I'm here, with you, right now. Alive. And there is no place I'd rather be than here with you. Most importantly, you saved me from myself." Sasha placed her hand on his cheek. Tom leaned into her palm, closed his eyes, and just took in her tender touch that told him it was going to be ok.