Title: When the Nightmares are Real (part 4)
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 4
Quatre woke that morning exhausted. He always was after one of his nightmares when he couldn't wake up. He remembered being terrified, alone in the dark. But then everything got hazy. He almost thought that someone had held him and told him that everything was going to be all right.
He let go of the fabric he was gripping for dear life with a yelp. It wasn't his blanket or sheet. Slowly he opened his eyes, and with a yelp closed them again. Trowa was lying in his bed, and that was his shirt he had been gripping. He once again cracked his eyes open, hoping that this wasn't a dream. Trowa was in his bed. And he was awake.
Trowa had woken up when he had heard the first yelp, and for a moment had no earthly idea where he was. Then he realized he was holding something and what had happened the night before came back to him suddenly. He realized that Quatre was awake and knew he was there when he heard the second yelp. He was in trouble.
He quickly tried to slide out of bed, but suddenly he found himself in a death grip from behind as he tried to stand up. He turned around slowly, facing a very confused Quatre.
"Why are you here?" Quatre sounded almost wistful as if he didn't want it to be a dream.
"You had a nightmare, you wouldn't wake up."
"The last time I had that bad a nightmare I woke up very wet looking at you sheepishly holding a pitcher of water." His voice laughed as Trowa looked down, remembering the impressive lecture he had gotten. "But even after that lecture I gave you I never expected you to try a new method of helping me. I never thanked you for waking me up that time."
"Well, it wouldn't do you any good to get wet and cold," Trowa replied quietly. "I'll go."
"No, don't, please." There was a desperation in Quatre's voice that made Trowa look into his eyes. And what he saw there frightened him. "I don't want to be alone."
"I don't want to either."
Part 4
Quatre woke that morning exhausted. He always was after one of his nightmares when he couldn't wake up. He remembered being terrified, alone in the dark. But then everything got hazy. He almost thought that someone had held him and told him that everything was going to be all right.
He let go of the fabric he was gripping for dear life with a yelp. It wasn't his blanket or sheet. Slowly he opened his eyes, and with a yelp closed them again. Trowa was lying in his bed, and that was his shirt he had been gripping. He once again cracked his eyes open, hoping that this wasn't a dream. Trowa was in his bed. And he was awake.
Trowa had woken up when he had heard the first yelp, and for a moment had no earthly idea where he was. Then he realized he was holding something and what had happened the night before came back to him suddenly. He realized that Quatre was awake and knew he was there when he heard the second yelp. He was in trouble.
He quickly tried to slide out of bed, but suddenly he found himself in a death grip from behind as he tried to stand up. He turned around slowly, facing a very confused Quatre.
"Why are you here?" Quatre sounded almost wistful as if he didn't want it to be a dream.
"You had a nightmare, you wouldn't wake up."
"The last time I had that bad a nightmare I woke up very wet looking at you sheepishly holding a pitcher of water." His voice laughed as Trowa looked down, remembering the impressive lecture he had gotten. "But even after that lecture I gave you I never expected you to try a new method of helping me. I never thanked you for waking me up that time."
"Well, it wouldn't do you any good to get wet and cold," Trowa replied quietly. "I'll go."
"No, don't, please." There was a desperation in Quatre's voice that made Trowa look into his eyes. And what he saw there frightened him. "I don't want to be alone."
"I don't want to either."