A/N: I figured it was high time to do one of these from Jack's POV! There's not really a set time for this one, but it's fairly early on in their relationship.
Jack still had nightmares about his time as a so-called King. Over and over, the same images and sensations flashed before him. The feeling of constantly being watched, even when he was in the bathroom. The frustration that came from never being allowed to anything that he wanted to do. And always...always...those awful hands running over his body in the darkness.
Then he'd wake himself up with his shouting, and Carly's smaller and much more welcome hands would stroke his hair. She'd hug him and reassure him that everything was okay, until he was able to calm down and go back to sleep.
He could never quite bring himself to tell her what the nightmares were about. Not yet. Maybe some day.