Slow Way Home
Chapter 25
[Day 32 of 45]
Jim awoke with a silent scream as she sat straight up. A sheen of sweat covered her and her breathing was labored as the nightmare clung to the edge of her mind, taunting her.
Two arms wrapped around her and she leaned against the cooler body of her husband. She could feel tears slipping down her cheeks which she wiped away frustrated with herself. Anger and frustration at not controlling her responses were getting to her.
"They were just dreams. Images your subconscious is trying to work through," Spock stated, trying to be comforting so she grabbed his hand gently.
"I hate my subconscious. Why can't it leave me alone," she complained and he slowly reclined, maneuvering her with no protests into a lying position. She had her head against his chest which had a dusting of dark hair now – something he hadn't when they were younger.
It wasn't the first time she'd seen those images in her nightmares. They were all reoccurring; watching from Delta Vega as Vulcan was swallowed only for a monster to start chasing her, running and running through the blistering cold, suddenly the twins appear and she grabs them and runs only for them to get ripped away and she was falling. Then she woke up.
"Your nightmares are becoming more regular," Spock said. "They are so disjointed." She turned to glare at him because she didn't want him seeing her nightmares. "They are hard to follow. You have me… concerned."
"Worried," she stated. "And don't be. I'll figure it out, I always do." Her words trailed off to a sigh. Then she slid into sleep again, his arms wrapped around her.