Title: Nightmares

Genre: Horror/Angst

Author: soultoast

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: "Twilight."

Pairings: None.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Author's Note: This is just for fun (morbid, evil fun), but I did this based on the idea that while he and T'Pol are friends, he isn't stupid enough to think they have a romantic future.

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He yawned as he awoke, sunlight streaming in through the windows.  He liked waking before the alarm told him to, giving him time to lie in his bed and watch her.  He turned onto his side and looked down at her face.  It was blurry, featureless, and yet he loved and knew her.  She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, the angel that had saved him.  He watched as the sunlight bathed her, her hair becoming a golden halo.  He moved closer to her, pulling the blankets over her bare shoulder and putting his arm around her.  She was his wife, the mother of his children, his love.

From the next room, he heard a thump.  He smiled softly, his sons were awake.  As he slipped from his marriage bed, he was surprised at the change in his life.  Ten years ago, he would have thought it impossible to live happily on Earth.  While being an Admiral at Starfleet Academy was satisfying, it was his family that gave him joy.  His family was the difference in his life, they were what made life whole.  As he shrugged on his robe, he walked into the boys' room.  The sky outside had turned grey.

He couldn't find his sons, they weren't there.  Their beds were empty, their toys all broken.

"Jon?  Henry?" he called softly.  His wife was resting peacefully in the next room; he didn't want to wake her.  He turned and saw his eldest son, Henry.  Only now Henry was burned, his flesh falling from his bones.  This wasn't right.

"Henry?" he murmured.  He felt the bile rising in his throat as his son disappeared into a cloud of ash.  He sprinted into his bedroom and pulled back the covers.  His wife, his heart, was now nothing more than a charred skeleton.  He shook his head as panic rose in his chest.  He collapsed onto the bed and pulled her remains to her.

"No, no, no, no, no, no," he chanted as tears slipped down his face.  He looked out the window and watched as the world outside crumbled and died in a beam of light.  He'd failed his family, he'd failed earth.

Jon's eyes opened suddenly.  He stared at the cold, grey ceiling, his heart pounding.  As he inhaled slowly, he could hear the sound of warp engine.  His pulse slowed, the panic leaving his body; he wouldn't find sleep again.