A/N: This is the second, most actual drabble-like of these stories that I've written, as it's only 111 words. Like the first, it popped into my head suddenly, most annoyingly, as I was in the middle of a test at the time.
Timeline: Sometime in the undetermined future. Or two futures. Whatever.
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
When Kate woke up…
She was in the caves, the early morning sun, green and dappled, streaming in through the entrance. She was curled up tightly against him, with her nose pressed right up against the hollow of his neck and her fingers gripping the worn collar of his shirt. If she moved closer, his arms would reflexively tighten around her, trapping her to him, keeping them safe for those few short peaceful moments the morning lent them. Inhaling the scent of him, she opened her eyes…
Kate looked over at the clock and sighed. She stretched out her legs between the cool, empty sheets and waited for him to return.
END.