Catharsis
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Transformers Energon/Superlink. If I did – would I really be writing fanfiction?
dark quiet small tight where is everyone dad i can't see why did you leave me here-
Kicker suddenly bolted up, roused from sleep by his perpetual nightmare. Frightened – though trying as hard as he could not to show it. Breathing heavily, he rapidly scanned the room, trying to assure himself that everything was still in place – that he hadn't magically returned to that asteroid for even a few seconds-
"Dammit," he growled in frustration. How long ago had that been… over a decade, at least. Yet it still plagued him to this day. He rolled his eyes, the adrenaline rush fading quickly. "Feh… guess this is what I get for not dealing with it…" he groaned, massaging his head.
"Still," Kicker mused, "It's not as nearly bad as it used it be…" Indeed, he could still recall the times he had woken up thrashing violently, his eyes looking around as they would always do, breathing heavily, cold with sweat.
Waking up alone to a dark, enclosed area after dreaming about BEING in a dark, enclosed area, Kicker was amazed that he didn't have larger issues regarding the matter. Nevertheless, he had never been able to get back to sleep after being interrupted so rudely – hell, he had never really been able to sleep soundly, not until-
"Kicker…?" a tired voice asked. Kicker looked to his left, startled. Misha was sitting up too, rubbing her eyes sleepily with one hand, the other keeping a sheet wrapped around her. "Why are you still awake?"
Kicker shook his head. "Nothing. It's fine," he told her, keeping his voice steady, not wanting to worry her. Misha blinked, then slid over and placed her head on his shoulder, offering reassurance.
"You're sure?" she inquired, not wanting to push, but still worried. "It's fine if you don't want to talk…"
He tried to fight back the urge to smile – and couldn't. That was just like Misha, always concerned… though he wasn't about to complain. Smiling, he pulled her into a kiss, feeling her sigh and melt, enjoying the sensation of her slim, curvy form pressed against him. When the kiss broke, they still remained in each other's arms, rather enjoying their position. Misha looked up at him, still a little worried.
"I'm fine, Misha," he said in response to her unspoken question. "Really. Just had a bad dream, that's all."
"Well… if that's all…" she said, still concerned. Kicker shook his head, his previous agitation gone.
"Yeah," he said, trying to reassure her. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again. "Hey… shouldn't we be trying to get back to sleep? It's still kinda late…"
"Mm," Misha nodded in assent. Closing her eyes, she lay back down, pulling Kicker as well, her lover still holding her protectively. She tucked her head under his chin, and closed her eyes.
"Love you…" she murmured. Kicker raised his hand and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Love you," he whispered back. She smiled and cuddled against him, a rosy tint on her cheeks.
Kicker sighed, and closed his eyes as well. This definitely wasn't as bad as his childhood.
Because this time, he wasn't alone in the dark.