Coffin dreams.
Summary: In this drabble, Larten's having nightmares, and Jim is the one to comfort him.
A/N never done something like this, so let me know what you think in a review.
He ran through a tunnel, searching for something or someone, he couldn't remember. "Darren? Darren? He found his assistant, only to find him with his sword at the vampire's throat. "You should be dead. I'd prefer it if you were. He snapped his fingers, and the place Larten was standing on began to descend into a pit of steaks. Petroleum oil began to be poured over the wicks as little by little the bond fire was lit. He had no time to think, to do anything. He was about to scream when something brought him out of it.
"It's alright, it was a dream, you're okay", said the voice. Hands began to cart through his orange hair as if to console the flustered vampire general. He looked into electric blue eyes. "Want to talk about it?" he asked. The vampire shook his head. "Ya know Jim, this is the last time I'm sleeping alone again." The gold haired captain nodded before settling down with the general, his hand flexibly pulling him in to cuddle. Larten's eyes closed, and the rest of his night was peaceful, and if the rest of the dreams had Jim inside them? Oh well, better to be with close friends. Even if your dreams were shared in a coffin.
*Sorry everyone, kind of sick, can anyone call Bones to give me a Hypospray for this cold? Oh wait, they can't cure that yet. Oh wait, I'm getting a page from voyagers EMH, he's bringing down my cure, yippy! Or not. Alright, So I'm putting out the donut shop drabble before this one, than going to take a hiatus so I can get better.
Long life,
ZT