I don't own Person of Interest, just my OC Alexis.

Ch 4 Nightmares

Alexis tossed and turned in her bed , knotting up the blankets around her body in the process. In her sleep filled state, she found herself back on the disgusting ground of the alley with her blood pouring out of her as she screamed at the top of her lungs for someone to help her. Shadowy figures walked past her, but didn't even stop to help her, let along glance at her anguish filled face. Serval figures in the landscape of her dreams, she recognized from the real world. Harold, John, and even Fusco was apart of the nightmare. They like all of the figures obscured in shadow left her lying in a pool of blood. The very same people who she'd been slowly learning to trust over the past few months that they would not abandon her and they actually ment what they said.

As she laid there on the ground that was covered with grease, dirt and debris form the garbage bins that towered over her crumpled body, she could feel her life sliping away with each drop of blood that poured out of her wound. Her voice grew hoarse to the point that she could no longer scream, let alone talk. The shadowy figures seemed to sense that these were her last moments as they circled around her. They witnessed the whole scene, but never interfered with what was happening even though she was looking at them in desperation. Her eyes pleading for just one of them to come forward and try to help her. Then out of the shadows she heard someone whisper her name.

"Alexis, Alexis," the voice repeated over and over as she began to feel someone shaking her shoulder trying to get her attention.

Her eyes flew open as she dragged in ragged breaths turning her head from side to side until her gaze rested on John sitting on the edge of her bed with one hand on her shoulder.

"You're safe," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

"Ho, how, how'd you..." she started, but couldn't continue because she was so shaken by seeing all of her worst fears in her dreams.

"Your screaming," he said as he looked deep into her eyes. "If you want to talk, I'm willing to listen."

"Why?" she whispered as she tried to comprehend the fact that he cared about a broken and mentally scared kid like her.

"Everyone has a past that haunts them."

She nodded in agreement with his words. "Did you ever have to deal with the fact that you couldn't trust those that you rationally knew you could trust?"

"All the time," he whispered as her eyes began to drift back closed.

oOo

John sighed as he tucked the teen back into bed. He knew that he had to have patience if he was going to help heal her. She would tell him him everything that was bothering her in time, but it was hard to wait for that day. The detailed memories would more likely than not, make him want to kill those who responsibly for causing her nightmares that kept her up for nights on end and made her nearly fall asleep during the day.

"Sleep well," he whispered to her already sleeping form as he left the room and wandered down to his office in the loft to spend the rest of the night thinking as he cleaned his weapons.