Link awoke suddenly, disturbing the sleeping girl next to him. His body, drenched in cold sweat, glistened in the moonlight coming through the open window.

He sat up and let his head fall into his hand, afraid of closing his eyes again, in case he saw the same, lifeless boy staring right back at him. Link ran his hands through his hair trying to compose himself.

Over his heavy breathing, he didn't notice the mattress move beneath him as the now awake girl sat up next to him, pulling her knees up to her chest. Link took a moment to register the look on her face before looking away, embarrassed. He's fought things that people couldn't even imagine before, why was it this nightmare that kept him awake at night? It's because he has a name, Link thought to himself, he was a somebody, no one before seems to have captured his mind like this before. In this way anyway.

Link suddenly felt a tingle in his skin as Zelda slowly and softly traced circles over his old, and new scars on his back. Like he'd been burnt, but hadn't felt the pain of it yet. Link, always surprised at how even after years of knowing and being around Zelda, her touch still sent electricity through his body; all cursing directly towards the one point were their skin meets.

Link turned towards Zelda again, more awkward this time, knowing what was coming.

"You had that dream again didn't you?"

Link sighed and nodded to her question, which sounded more like a statement, knowing that if he spoke, his voice would probably crack.

Link never knew what to say to Zelda about that dream, especially now that it was becoming a more regular thing. It always had the same start, middle and end.

End… That word echoed around Link's mind, haunting him. He'd faced the 'end' so many times now that he sometimes didn't notice how dangerous his position would be at that moment.

But, to see someone's life end so suddenly, in such a cruel manor. This boy, this insignificant boy, was someone's son, someone's best friend. And he was murdered in cold blood. But that was if it wasn't just a dream. Link closed his eyes, willing himself to return to the dream, to try and find anything significant to go on, but came out with nothing, as usual. Apart from the lights, and his name. Sam.

Link suppressed a shudder before it overcame him as the image of the boy burned into his eyelids, it was all he ever saw when he closed his eyes.

Link became more aware of Zelda still tracing circles on his back in her absent minded state while he collected his thoughts, he looked at her again and only took a moment to decide what he wanted to do. He grabbed Zelda and lifted her onto his lap with ease, holding her recklessly close, inhaling the scent of her heavenly, golden hair.

Zelda started kissing him, ever so softly, along his collarbone. She made her way up to his neck and smiled as Link shivered at the touch. She then moved her nose along his jaw line, from the bottom of his ear to the point of his chin and back again.

As she reached the corner of his mouth, she paused, as if questioning her own motives. Deciding that she didn't need one to kiss the man she had grown to love as more than a friend, a hero. He was her hero.

Link moved his lips softly against hers, giving in to temptation as he welcomed the distraction.