A/N: So I was watching cars (again) and this came to mind. It's just a short, hopefully fluffy Folley oneshot. Haha I love them two.

Sometimes, Holley woke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat due to nightmares. Finn never failed to comfort her.

Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. Disney/Pixar owns them.

Stuck inside Big Bentley, presses against Finn as the gears began to turn once again. One minute closer to their inevitable death.

She saw Finn looking around, probably trying to figure out how to escape. She began looking around as well, frantically trying to find a way to escape.

She pulled at the ropes binding her to the gears. However, they only tightened against them. She heard Finn grunt, felt something wet begin to drip down her chest.

She looked down, and saw red liquid dripping from her chest and onto the gears. Blood. From the rope cutting so deeply into her skin.

The clock gears turned again. One more turn, and they'd both be dead.

Finn sighed, and stopped looking around. He hung his head, closing his eyes. They had failed. And they'd pay with their lives. It was a concept Holley wasn't new too.

As Finn accepted it, she did too. As she did, the clock gears began to shift towards the pointer gear, coming down closer to her head...

She woke with a start, breathing heavily. She looked around, panicking, her eyes wide and white as she whipped her head around in every direction. Her carefully dished face thrown up, nostrils flaring.

After a few moments, she began to settle down. She was shaking, she realized, looking at her body and noticing the sweat build up on her neck and shoulders.

She sighed and hung her head, this wasn't new.

Ever since the clock tower incident, Holley had nightmares about what could have happened. If they'd actually died. She knew full well that they could have, and that's what put her on edge.

It happened more often than she liked. At least four times every week for a couple months after the incident. She'd been careful not to wake Finn up during that period. A task easier said than done, because he slept quite close to her.

It wasn't her fault she woke so often from nightmares. She was only four years old after all, had just finished her training with Finn a few months before the mission. She was young, and hadn't been on enough missions to fully accept everything that happened on missions.

Within a few months, the nightmares had begun to decrease. She didn't have them as often anymore. Normally, Finn and her got a full nights sleep.

Tonight, after a long, exhausting mission, a nightmare decided to come and overtake her dreams again.

She felt someone shift next to her. Sent into another panic, still not having fully recovered from her latest nightmare, she sprang up.

She bolted a few feet before whipping around. Flanks heaving with heavy breaths, she pricked her ears towards the horse laying on the ground. And who's weight she'd felt.

Finn quirked a curious brow at her. He frowned, standing up.

"Are you alright?"

His voice was soft, curious, and worried. He lowered and extended his head, flaring his nostrils a couple times. He didn't take any steps closer, he knew she liked the space when she got like this.

Holley didn't respond. She let her breathing return to normal, knowing everything was fine. She didn't have a clue as to why she reacted the way she did. It wasn't like her to freak out like that all the time.

She'd thought she had grown out of that by now. That mission had been nearly eight months ago.

Finn picked his head up, expression complete worry at this point. He didn't like seeing his partner this distressed. And if he was honest, it made him uncomfortable and on edge.

"Holley?"

She looked up at him. Her ears flicked nervously, back and forth. He nostrils flared, trying to steady her breathing.

"Come here, Holley."

Once again, his voice flowed through her body, making her slightly less afraid. Afraid of the nightmare that could've became a reality had she not thought of her electroshocks.

Cautiously, slowly, she moved back towards Finn, who'd laid down again. He watched her as she came closer and laid down next to him again, clearly still agitated.

He laid his head on her shoulders, which were still slightly damp from sweat. He began to rub his head against her in a comforting way, letting her know he was really there and wasn't going to let anything happen to her. Closing his eyes he murmured sweat nothings to her, trying to get her to calm down.

She flicked an ear back at him, listening. His voice, once again, flowed through her and washed her worries away. Soft, low, and comforting, he always found a way to make her feel at ease.

It took close to a half hour before her breathing was back to normal, and another fifteen minutes for the sweat to try and her nostrils to stop flaring. She leaned against Finn, closing her eyes and taking in his scent, relishing in the fact that he was here.

She sighed heavily, stretching herself out. She could feel Finn's breathing, hear his steady heartbeat. It soothed her almost has much as his voice did.

Closing her eyes, it didn't take long for her to go back to sleep. Finn stayed up for a while longer, watching her for any more signs of another nightmare. When he saw none, he laid his head back down on her side and fell asleep, knowing she'd eventually be ok.

A/N: So, hope that was kind of fluffy. Hurt/comfort type thing. I tried.