Title: When the Nightmares are Real (part 3)
Author: Sphynx
Rating: PG now, probably worse later
Pairings: 3x4.Isn't it obvious? What do I always write about?
Author's notes: Hmm, I really should stop with the whole nightmares make
good stories. You'll learn why later *grins evilly*
Part 3
It had been two days since his conversation with Mrs. L.B. and Trowa hadn't been woken up by Quatre's screams since then. Quatre seemed nervous and reserved around him. Maybe Quatre wasn't sure he should have told Trowa the things that gave him nightmares. Maybe he thought that Trowa would push him away. But Trowa didn't care, didn't look down on Quatre at all. There was no pity in his gaze, just a sympathy and an understanding that showed they were equals. Quatre didn't need pity, just a friend to lean on.
That night Quatre had a nightmare. One of the ones where very little could wake him up and nothing could soothe him. Trowa heard him scream the first time, a painful choking scream that made his skin crawl. He was at Quatre's door in a flash, slipping in quietly and saw that Quatre was thrashing, still asleep and unable to wake up. It was either throw water on Quatre to wake him up or hold him until the nightmare was over. Trowa chose to hold him, knowing that Quatre could easily take it the wrong way and not speak to him out of disdain.
But Trowa knew he wouldn't. As he held Quatre tightly, whispering soft meaningless words of comfort and assurance, he knew that Quatre couldn't ever feel disdain. It was simply not in Quatre's nature, the boy was kind to everyone who wasn't blatantly cruel. And so he held Quatre as the boy calmed down, and slipped into a more peaceful sleep.
When he was sure Quatre was sleeping peacefully again, Trowa tried to slide out of the bed without waking Quatre. But Quatre wound his hands into Trowa's shirt and refused to let go. He couldn't get up without waking the boy, so Trowa just settled, hoping that Quatre wouldn't wake up in the morning and be frightened. It was a long time before Trowa fell asleep.
Part 3
It had been two days since his conversation with Mrs. L.B. and Trowa hadn't been woken up by Quatre's screams since then. Quatre seemed nervous and reserved around him. Maybe Quatre wasn't sure he should have told Trowa the things that gave him nightmares. Maybe he thought that Trowa would push him away. But Trowa didn't care, didn't look down on Quatre at all. There was no pity in his gaze, just a sympathy and an understanding that showed they were equals. Quatre didn't need pity, just a friend to lean on.
That night Quatre had a nightmare. One of the ones where very little could wake him up and nothing could soothe him. Trowa heard him scream the first time, a painful choking scream that made his skin crawl. He was at Quatre's door in a flash, slipping in quietly and saw that Quatre was thrashing, still asleep and unable to wake up. It was either throw water on Quatre to wake him up or hold him until the nightmare was over. Trowa chose to hold him, knowing that Quatre could easily take it the wrong way and not speak to him out of disdain.
But Trowa knew he wouldn't. As he held Quatre tightly, whispering soft meaningless words of comfort and assurance, he knew that Quatre couldn't ever feel disdain. It was simply not in Quatre's nature, the boy was kind to everyone who wasn't blatantly cruel. And so he held Quatre as the boy calmed down, and slipped into a more peaceful sleep.
When he was sure Quatre was sleeping peacefully again, Trowa tried to slide out of the bed without waking Quatre. But Quatre wound his hands into Trowa's shirt and refused to let go. He couldn't get up without waking the boy, so Trowa just settled, hoping that Quatre wouldn't wake up in the morning and be frightened. It was a long time before Trowa fell asleep.