This chapter is very, very short compared to how I normally write them. I'm sorry for that, m'dears, but I wrote it and then realized that I should've put this on the end of the last chapter, and it doesn't fit onto what I have for the next chapter. So, instead of just going back and adding it to the last, you guys just get this small little filler bit. Sorry about that :P But the next chapter should be up soon, so don't worry! You'll get more :D

After Mattie left the room, Spencer spent a few minutes simply trying to gather his composure and calm his racing heart. Dreams like that always left him feeling far too shaky for his liking. The fourteen year old wasn't one to wear his emotions right out there on his sleeve normally and he hated the open and raw feeling he was left with after nights like this. Usually he hid out when this happened until he could steady himself once more. Or he went and curled up with his mother for a while. She was always understanding after nights like these. Even when she was having one of her bad days, she still would let him close. She always let him close even at the times that she wouldn't let anyone else near her. A part of her seemed to register Spencer on some level or another, or at least the calming sensations that he always tried to project when he got close to her.

Thinking of his mother had Spencer's heart clenching. How was she handling this? Changes to her routine were so hard for her. Not to mention it was Spencer who usually kept her on that routine. He'd been the one to figure it out and map it all out and make sure they stuck to it once he found how much easier it made life for her. Would William keep up with it? Would he get someone to care for her and help make sure that everything went okay? That she took her meds on time? That she ate and showered and all those other important things?

The nauseous feeling in Spencer's stomach grew worse and he curled up a little tighter in his bed. To his embarrassment and annoyance, more tears burned at his eyes, and he quickly tried to blink them back. He was fourteen years old, not a baby! He was not going to lie here and cry about all of this. He would not. Yet despite his firm insistence, the tears still tried to build. Between what he'd seen in his dreams and now his thoughts of his mother, he couldn't quite seem to find the control he'd been striving for before.

Of course, that had to be the moment that the bedroom door opened.

Spencer ducked his head down quickly and drew the blankets up just a little more until he was mostly hidden underneath them. The last thing he wanted was to see anyone or to have anyone see him. Couldn't they just leave him alone? Maybe, if he was lucky, it would just be Remy coming in to get something or change or some other little thing that would only keep him in here a moment before he left again. Then Spencer could be alone and free to take the time to find his control once more without an audience. But luck wasn't on his side. When had it been lately? Footsteps made their way towards Spencer and then the young teen felt the bed dip down as someone sat down. Stubbornly, he stayed under his covers, curling in just a little tighter. A second later Remy's voice curled low and warm around him. "Spencer? Cher? I brought y' up somet'ing to eat. Tante t'ought y' might be a lil hungry."

Oh, God. He didn't know if he could handle seeing Remy right now. Not after those dreams. Not after seeing the things that Remy would live through, the things that he would suffer without Spencer there by his side. The clarity of his dreams was starting to fade—which, according to Mattie, was normal. No one needed a definite picture of the future—but they left behind some images, impressions, and strong senses of pain and heartache. Those feelings swamped him now and he curled in a little more as if he could make himself into a small enough target that the emotions would somehow go away and leave him alone. Behind him, he heard Remy make this sort of pained sound, one that reached down into Spencer and had a part of him demanding to fix it. He didn't have to do anything, though. The bed shifted a little and suddenly Remy's weight was right there, the bed dipping down at Spencer's back, and a long line of heat pressed up behind him.

Spencer's reaction was instant and immediate. He jumped and then started to scramble, trying to yank himself away from the other body in the bed at the same time as trying to untangle himself from the blankets that suddenly seemed to be trying to hold him prisoner. He didn't hear Remy calling out his name but he did feel as an arm hooked around his waist and a leg was flung over his. With the blankets still over him, this hold effectively pinned him down, preventing him from being able to do anything. There was this strange rasping, whimpering sound around him that Spencer didn't realize at first was coming from him. A voice sounded nearby, right up by his ear, so hard to understand at first past the sounds spilling from him and the pounding of his heart. It took a bit for the sounds to start to make sense to him. "…be okay, cher. It's okay. Remy aint gonna hurt y'. Mais y' need to calm down, y' hear, Spencer? Y' need to calm down and den Remy can let y' go. Thrashing round like dat, y' was only gonna hurt y'rself. Just calm down an Remy can let y' go if y' want."

The panic that Spencer had felt started to slowly fade as he took in a few shaky breaths. The major part of Spencer wasn't at all used to being touched like this, held like he was a scared child. The only person who had ever held him was his mother and that was often him curling up against her side, or resting his head on her hip, listening as she would read to him. No one had ever climbed into bed and pulled him in close and tight like this. There was no sexual component to the touch, nothing that could be perceived as 'wrong'. It was comfort pure and simple. Spencer felt it radiating off the teen. He felt it in the pulse of Remy's aura meshing against his own. Comfort and a need to take care, a concern for his wellbeing, and Spencer couldn't resist those even if he tried. Without conscious effort he found his body not only relaxing but leaning back into Remy's hold. That clearly told Remy without saying a word to not let go of him.

Remy understood the unspoken message and drew him in a little closer until his back was fitted to Remy's front. His voice continued in that same low, soothing tone. "Dat's it, Spencer. Dere y' go. It's okay. Remy wasn't trying to scare y'. Was just trying to hold y', dat's all."

As much as he hated to admit it, the embrace had actually soothed Spencer down some, which left him a little mystified. Touch had never worked to calm him down before; not with anyone but his mom. Most of the time when someone touched him it wasn't with nice intentions. Years and years of being bullied at school had left him with that mindset. So why was he now relaxing back against Remy? Upset, still feeling raw inside, and now off kilter, he lashed out, using the only thing he had to defend himself with—words. "Do you often cuddle up to fourteen year olds?"

Instead of bothering him, his cutting words actually seemed to relax Remy a little. The older teen squeezed him briefly and huffed out a soft laugh against his hair. "Y' gotta be feeling better if y'r already biting at me. Don't worry bout y'r virtue, cher, y'r a lil too young fo' Remy. Besides, Belle would kick Remy's ass fo' stepping out on her."

That name—it triggered something in Spencer's mind, flashes of images and emotions, and he gave a full body shudder. The clarity was quickly fading but there was a feeling of foreboding that came to him and pain, so much pain, all for the man pressed up against the back of him. There was something about her, something in Remy's future, and whatever it was it was going to hurt. A lot. Whether it was her hurting him, or him hurting because of her, or something happening to her that hurt him, Spencer just didn't know. Mattie had told him that these kinds of far reaching visions wouldn't stay clear with him. "Dat'd drive y' mad, chile." She'd told him. "Dese kinds of visions, dey fade quickly, mais dey'll come back when y' need dem, when de moment is dere. Or y' might not see dem at all. Dis was a glimpse of what could be wit'out y'. If y'r dere, den t'ings might not happen de same, so de images aint gonna be dere, y' understand?"

His shudder was felt by his companion. Remy immediately dropped any teasing and started up that soothing murmur once more. Again, Spencer found himself soothed by it despite himself. This time he didn't try to fight it. He let Remy soothe him, let the safety and presence of his companion wash over him until he was melting into the bed and his eyelids started to grow heavy. Held safe, Spencer drifted off to sleep with thoughts of different futures, of fates and destinies and what-could-be floating around in his mind.