*slash warning* there is slash in this story, and that means it's in this chapter. this means that unless you have an open mind and accept homosexuality, you shouldn't be reading this. Good Day!
Chapter Eight
Peter Parker shot up from the awful nightmare he had been having. Light brown hair was pulled as Peter tried to forget the images that had filled his mind, but he was unable to. All he could think about was the Goblin. Had that happened? Was his dream just reminding him of what had already occurred?
"NO." Peter answered his own question aloud, and his head hit the pillow with a definite "flop".
So what had happened and what hadn't?
He recalled being captured by the Goblin as Spider-Man, and then being sent back to the hospital. Then he had gone home with Harry, and that's where he was now. Everything else had been a nightmare.
Peter sighed with relief. He had NOT joined the Green Goblin, and did NOT kiss him. He couldn't even believe his mind could come up with such a thing- him snog the Goblin? Peter let out a laugh that was lacking humour, released because there was no other way he could come up with to let out his nervousness.
"Hey, Pete."
Peter removed the hands from his face, letting in the light that streamed in from the hallway. In the doorframe stood Harry.
"You okay? I heard a couple screams." the sleepiness was evident in Harry's voice.
"Just a nightmare."
Harry gave him a lopsided gin, and ran a hand through his hair.
"You want someone to stay by you?"
Peter sat for a minute, stunned into silence. Could this mean what he thought it meant? Or was Harry just being a good friend? After letting out a few choked gasps, Peter managed to cough out an answer.
"Y-Yeah."
Harry smiled, and walked silently over to the bed, and crawled in next to Peter. He wrapped an arm around Peter's stomach, and they both got comfortable.
"Don't worry, Pete." Harry said as his eyelids drooped. "I'll protect you."
***
Peter and Harry woke up the next morning resting in one another's arms. (fully clothed, you pervert!). As Peter opened his eyes, he could sense the presence of someone else, and nearly jumped out of his skin before he realised that the presence was Harry's.
"Mmmm. Let me sleep."
Peter sat up in the bed and looked down at Harry, who was lazily just beginning to open his eyes.
"It's still early."
"It's almost noon."
"Shut up."
Peter smiled impishly and heaved himself out of the bed. With a quick and decisive yank, he removed the covers from Harry's body, and smiled as the other teen shot up and out of bed in fury.
"That- Wasn't- FUNNY!" harry bellowed and glared at Peter while rubbing the back of his neck.
Peter chuckled. "Well, I managed to wake you up. I'm hungry."
"And you expect me to cook?"
"No, I expect you to eat with me."
Harry smiled shyly and followed Peter's retreating from downstairs and to the kitchen.
***
"So, what was the nightmare about? I've never known you to have any."
Peter looked down at his cereal, a scowl on his face. He had really hoped that Harry would not bother to ask, but he had, and Peter wasn't one to run away from a confrontation. He looked up from the bowl and met Harry's eyes.
"First it was my Uncle Ben dying. Then- I got captured by the Goblin again."
Harry studied his friend carefully. There was something Peter wasn't telling him, something about the Goblin part of his nightmare. There was something Peter didn't want anyone to know, and harry couldn't even begin to guess what that was.
"You're not telling me anything, but I'll let you go for now. But next time you have a nightmare and I have to crawl into bed with you, you're telling me everything, not matter how far-fetched."
Peter hid a smile from Harry and continued to eat. You have no idea.
Author's Note:
I write short chapters. It's something with writing fanfiction, and especially slash. I just write them short, that's my writing style. All original stories I have chapters go on forever, but then, fanfiction isn't really original- is it?
Also, I would like to make a point. I like writing. I love writing slash. I have fun with it, and although I love your ideas, don't expect me to use all of them, and I really don't like it when people give me an entire plot line based on something I'm writing. It's great that you're into it, but if you are really *that* into it, I suggest writing your own fic. Sorry if that was perceived as bitchy, but that's what I am. ^_^
Sorry this chapter took so long to come out, but I've been uber-busy with the end of school and a party I had at the end of the year- this year some friends moved away, and I may not ever see them again, so I've been really into saying good-bye and having sleepovers. Hope you can forgive me.
A note on the story: Peter has been dreaming from the three day's later in Chapter Four. I chose not to reveal that it was a dream sequence until now because I wanted it to be a surprise. Did it work? ^_^
Critiquing is welcome, but only as constructive criticism. Any flames that are mean and bitchy and shit will go in one ear and out the other, so don't bother.
Love always,
Anya
