Feb. 17th: KO – 100 words – A character gets knocked out by the enemy and wakes to one of their comrades looking at them like this.
Reid/Seaver
A/N: Picking up where I left off on this series - good opportunity to finish this month out.
The hairs on the back of Reid's neck were standing up. Somebody's eyes were on him.
You're on the jet. Far away from Miami, far away from Walker and the creepy ritual stuff.
He carefully turned his head anyway, one eye open.
"Hi." Ashley's voice was soft, uncertain.
"Hi." He propped himself up on an elbow, rubbing his eyes. "What's up?"
"I didn't mean to bother you," Ashley said quickly, "I just...noticed you were tossing and turning, and..."
"I'm okay," Reid said, waving a hand at her.
"Were you having a bad dream?" When Reid didn't respond, she continued. "I toss and turn sometimes when I have bad dreams."
"No. Just can't get quite comfortable, 'cause..." He gestured to the spot on his head where Walker had hit him.
Ashley nodded. The way Reid had rubbed his eyes told her there was more, but he didn't look eager to talk. "Well, would an extra pillow help? Something soft for your head?" Before Reid could answer, she grabbed the pillow from her seat and brought it over.
"Worth a try," Reid said. He set her pillow atop his.
"Good. Well...I'll let you get some sleep, then." Ashley turned towards her seat.
"Ashley?"
She glanced back.
"Thanks." The two exchanged a small smile.
For the remainder of the flight, Ashley's eyes didn't leave Reid.