A\N: I did a The Selection series oneshot where Maxon chose Kriss at the end of The One, but this is an America/Maxon romance/comfort set in The Elite after America runs away from the Rebels. I hope you enjoy this short one, Angels.
It had been two weeks since the Rebels attacked the palace during the day and I went running in the woods. No one knew about my nightmares, not even Maxon or the other girls, though I suspect they know about my nightmares but they just haven't said anything which I was grateful for.
I was running through the woods, leaping over tree roots, sharp tree branches that cut into my skin as I passed the tree, blood ran down my arms and legs in rivers but I ignored it as I kept running, even though the blood made me dizzy and sick. My dress was in ruins, I'm lost, I'm hurt and I'm being chased by the Rebels who attacked the palace for the second day in a row. Maxon was most likely out of his mind with worry as he was made to wait with everyone else.
Suddenly I was yanked to the ground as a hand grabbed my hair. I screamed as a knife was held to my throat by a faceless Rebel.
"I'm going to send you back to your little prince piece by piece." The faceless Rebel says as he dug the knife deeper into my throat, his breath stank of alcohol. He sliced the knife across my throat inch by inch, sending blood raining down my neck thanks to the sharp blade.
"MAXON!" I tried to scream but no sound came out. "Maxon, plese." I tried again, The Rebel laughed.
"Your Prince Maxon won't be coming to save you. He won't be coming to save you. No one will." He said with a laugh before he slashed the knife all across my throat and left me alone to die on the forest floor with blood pouring down my neck, Maxon's name on my lips and his face in the forefront of my mind as my life drained out of me.
I woke up with Maxon's name leaving my lips and sweat covering my nightgown which clung to my body. The door to my bedroom opened and a guard who I had never met before stood in the doorway.
"Miss, is everything okay?" He asked, I shook my head. "C.. could you get Prince Maxon for me, please?" I requested the guard who nodded, bowed slightly, turned around and closed my door.
I bolted out of bed and into my bathroom, stripped off my sweat soaked nightgown and jumped into the shower to rid myself of that nightmare. Over the past two weeks I've woken up with them but none of them were that bad.
After the quickest shower of my life, I got out of the shower, changed into a new nightgown and started to towel dry my hair when Maxon entered my bedroom, dressed in nothing but flannel pyjama pants, his blonde hair tousled from sleep, his brown chocolate eyes wild with concern for me.
"America, are you alright?" He asked. I dropped the towel I was using to dry my hair and ran to him and threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in the crook of his neck.
"Maxon." I whispered into his neck even though it was just the two of us in the room. I didn't need him to talk, I just needed to hold him for a little while, to reassure myself that he was in here, that I was alive and not dreaming when I was in fact bleeding to death in the woods. Maxon put his arms around me.
"America, please tell me what happened because I don't know how to help you if I don't know the problem. All I know is that a guard, the guard that was meant to be outside your door, woke me up and said you requested me at 2:30 in the morning." He said. I pulled away from him slightly and looked into his eyes and sighed.
"I had a nightmare that one of the Rebels caught me and killed me two weeks ago." Maxon closed his eyes.
"Damn it." He said before he opened his eyes and let me go. He started to pace around my room. "I suspected you would have nightmares, but never like this. Not for this long." He looked at me over his shoulder, the moonlight painted him in silver. "What was this one about?" He asked me, I shook my head. I couldn't tell him: he was upset enough already. "America, please tell me." I crossed the floor and stood in front of him and kissed him once, gently before I gave in and told him about my latest nightmare.
"I was running through the woods, A faceless Rebel caught me, he was on top of me, he held a knife to my throat and said 'I'm going to send you back to your little prince piece by piece.' I tried screaming for you, but he dug the knife deeper into my throat. Then he said 'Your Prince Maxon won't be coming to save you. He won't be coming to save you. No one will.' Then he slashed my throat and left me to die. I was so scared, Maxon." I told him. Maxon was silent, still as he listened to me recount my nightmare then he pulled me to him, and brought his lips down on mine. The kiss didn't last long but it said all I needed to hear: that I was safe now.
"You're safe, America, you're safe here, you're safe with me." He whispered. I nodded.
I knew, as long as I had Maxon, I was safe from everything that could possibly hurt me. As long as I'm with Maxon. I'm safe.
"Could you stay with me? I don't want to be alone." I knew it was a big risk, asking him to stay with me, but I didn't want to be alone. Maxon didn't respond, he only led me to bed and once I was in the bed, he climbed in beside me and wrapped me in his arms, his lips grazed my still damp hair as my head found a spot on his bare chest.
"Sleep, my America, I will be here until the sun comes up." He whispered. I fell into a light slumber with Maxon swirled around me: his voice, his arms, his scent, his everything.
I woke up with my head still pillowed on Maxon's bare chest but he had managed to fall asleep. He looked younger in sleep, more peaceful. "I can feel you staring." He said sleepily, I giggled. "I wasn't staring, I was gazing, there's a difference." I retorted as he opened his eyes and looked at me.
"You sleep okay?" He asked and nodded as I remembered just a few hours ago: I fell into a dreamless sleep. Maxon sat up, yawned and stretched. "I need to get back to my room, I'll see you at breakfast and maybe we can go for a walk afterwards, talk about everything?" He suggested, I only nodded as I got out of bed and walked him to the door and he opened it, saw the guard standing guard and did something I didn't expect or see coming: pulled me flush against him and kissed me deeply in front of the guard. He pulled away and looked at the guard. "I shall expect your discretion regarding last night, officer." He said in the voice he used on the guards on my first night here, the guard nodded and I watched as Maxon walked away from me.
A\N: Not the ending I had in mind but it is what it is. This is shorter than my most recent oneshots, nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this one, Angels.