Night Dreams- the other side of the coin.

Dark fairy of the wood- Less sweet this time, I might not be angst crazy but it's not all fluff. Thanks for the review.
Alien21xxx- A bit more drama this time.
Elly Stormrage- I thought that too, so I thought 'hey, write some yourself'
AthenaRose3- the 'bunnies' bit was in Raistlin's head, thank you.
Dalamar Nightson- Didn't think you'd read this. Just wait until I've finished Ice and Steel before you say this excludes me; I'm not going to be too nice to Dalamar in the fic, although he's certainly no wimp.

Unbetad, beware.

Night Dreams 2 -Dalamar's ghosts

Raistlin wasn't sure what brought him back to consciousness at first. It was the middle of the night and the bedroom was as dark as pitch save for the sliver of Solinari as it peeked through the curtains.

Dalamar had rolled away from him sometime during the night and now lay huddled away on the other side of the bed.

He was trembling.

Raistlin reached over and touched the elf's shoulder, the muscles were taught and he started as if the simple touch had been a blow.

"Dalamar?" Raistlin asked softly.

The Dark elf was curled up, hugging his knees. Raistlin gently rubbed his shoulders until he felt the elf began to relax.

"Do you remember" Dalamar's voice was slightly hoarse "What I asked you to do the first night you woke from a nightmare?"

"Yes." Raistlin smiled slightly; glad to have a chance to return the comfort he had been offered. "You asked me to comfort you when you woke up shaking."

Dalamar rolled on to his back and sighed, a small smile on his face, "Please."

Raistlin slid and arm around Dalamar and pulled him up against him, the elf's head warm against his shoulder, arms reaching to embrace him in turn. He was still shaking.
It felt somewhat strange to hold anyone like this, even Dalamar, especially Dalamar. Raistlin rubbed the elf's shoulders until he calmed down then stroked his hair gently.

Dalamar sighed happily, them yawned. "Thank you."

"What did you dream about?" Raistlin coaxed, as much as he loved Dalamar, there where still things the elf kept from him.

This apparently was going to be one of them. "I'm a Black robe, Raistlin, a lot of things haunt my sleep."

"Such as?"

"You already know I'm not going to tell you that."

"It was worth trying. Will you ever tell me?"

"Perhaps one day. Not now though."

"You know you can trust me."

"It's not that." Dalamar lifted his face from where he'd been using Raistlin's chest as a pillow. "I need to get through some things by myself."

Raistlin sighed. "Fine. Sleep well."

Silence, then a warm kiss.
"I'm sorry, but I really can't tell anyone."

"Even me?"

"Even you, especially you, please Raistlin, don't press the subject. It's finished and can't come back."

"Just in nightmares."

"Hmm."

Raistlin shifted, pulling the bedclothes flat over the two of them. He felt too tired to argue, to warm to be bothered.

"Sleep well." Dalamar whispered.

Skull Bearer.