A/N: Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwww Chapter! Yay! I really love the feedback I've gotton for this story. Keep them reviews coming friends! Thank you all so incredibly much, you're all amazing. Sorry for last chapter, there was a processing screw up there somewhere, sooooo….. If you haven't reread the fixed version yet, please do that. Thank you.

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Without Further ado!

It's cold, dark musty. It's exactly the way his mind remembers it. He holds a pistol, gripped carefully in his right hand, and she stands in front of him. The barrel is pointed at her stomach, and his finger tightens around the trigger. Every part of him, every fiber of his being is telling him to turn the gun away from her. To pull his finger off the trigger. His body doesn't listen to him. She stares at him with her x-ray eyes. Seeing through him, but never understanding. Scared. Wary. She knows what's coming, what he can't stop himself from doing. He wants to speak, wants to tell her that this isn't what he wants, but he's frozen. He needs to get out of here, he needs to wake up, but the recesses of his mind don't release him until he's completed the task at hand. There's a bang, and a flash of crimson appears across her blouse. He reaches forward to catch her, and another bullet lodges itself in her stomach. There are salted streaks down both their faces, and she breathes. She doesn't breathe again. He screams. It tears out of his throat, a sound that can't be human. It's to raw, to guttural. It isn't. He's not human anymore, he's a monster, he's done this to her. It's his fault, his fault, his-

"Grant!"

His eyes shoot open. She sits in front of him on the bed.

"Skye," he sighs in relief. Then suddenly she's in his arms, though he doesn't remember pulling her there.

"Thank God," he says, "Thank God."

"Ward, are you okay?"

She's only inches away from him, but he isn't brave enough to close the gap between them.

"Nightmare?" She asks, and he nods.

"Budge up then."

She wriggles her way under the covers.

"Skye?"

"Hmm…"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm fighting the nightmares away. You said they were sometimes of me getting shot, yes? So this way, when you wake up, you'll see that I'm fine. Okay?"

He's not exactly sure how to respond to that, except to join her beneath the blankets.

"It's okay you know."

"What is?"

"The nightmares. I have them sometimes too."

"Do you want to tell me?"

"Maybe in the morning."

It's silent after that. Her breathing evens out, and he can tell she's fallen asleep. Soon enough, his eyelids fall over on themselves, rest claiming his mind. There aren't any more nightmares that night.

When he wakes up, she's still there. Sometime in the night, she wedged herself under his arm, resting her head in his chest. Her ear is right above his heart, and he knows, that had she been conscious, she'd tease him endlessly about how it was pounding. Instead she sleeps on. Her breathing is comfort, and he listens to the soft sound that reassures him that she's alive, and well, and with him. On a whim, he leans down and kisses the top of her head, before settling himself back to sleep. Had he only stayed awake a moment longer, he would have seen his rookie blink her eyes open, and smile.

Yay or Nay? I know the whole falling asleep together is kinda cliché, but it's the best cliché there is, sooo…. Deal. I thought it was okay. Review or PM your thoughts to me. Thank you very much, have an awesome day.

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