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Nightmare

A/N: Had a really horrible nightmare and this is what I thought of in trying to calm myself down. Who better to help than my favorite twins?

Jacob and Evie Frye

In Jacob's case...

She was on the train when she had it. It woke her up suddenly, shaking in terror as tears fell in sudden succession. She felt like she couldn't breathe, and she felt panic as her eyes darted to every part of the room looking for a threat that wasn't there.

Jacob having a habit of holding her when they sleep is woken up by the lack of her safely in his arms. Groggy he searches for her, the search not taking long when his eyes fall onto her back where she sits not too far away on the edge of the bed.

Still wrapped in the sheets her shoulders are moving in quick succession and he can hear her soft sniffles. It isn't long before her hand reaching up to wipe at her face is the definitive sign that she's crying.

Hoping not to scare her he speaks gently, moving to sit up as he speaks, so his movement alerts her of him being awake.

"Love? What is it? Are you alright?"

A few seconds pass before she responds softly. "Nightmare."

He understands nightmares. He has some scary ones himself that keep him up later than he would like. Seeing how affected she is he becomes concerned for his love, realizing that this is one of the worst ones she's had.

When he reaches up to gently touch her shoulder, he's instantly concerned by how she flinches and turns to look at him. Upon asking what happened the younger Frye immediately feels sympathy for her. He knows that now isn't the time for jokes, so he opts to offer her something more helpful.

“Would you like me to distract you?”

It’s a few moments before she responds stuck in her own head.... before she reaches over to grab his hand and cling to it weakly. “I just need you here with me.”

She lays back down allowing Jacob to wrap her in his waiting arms and Jacob will hold her for as long as she needs hoping to give her as much comfort as she brings him.

In Evie's case...

They were together at her love's home spending some time together and when it got too late (read: who are we kidding these two planned to have this sleepover lol) and the elder Frye ended up spending the night.

They've reached the point in their relationship that they've told one another about their dreams. Evie has shared her occasional nightmares, and her love has shared with her that she has her own. Secretly her love had hoped Evie's presence would keep the nightmares at bay, but their night together comes after a gang war earlier that day...where a Blighter killed a child.

She wakes up in a cold sweat before checking to see that she hasn't woken Evie up. She didn't. The assassin is still fast asleep and sprawled out peacefully beside her.

A glass of water will help, she thinks.

It doesn't. So, she sits in front of the window in her bedroom and watches the streets of London at night.

It isn't too long until Evie wakes up. She figures that her love will return in a moment as it isn't unusual for her to get up for some water or a pair of socks. But when she feels the lack of warmth on her lover's side of the bed, she knows that it's been some time since she was in bed.

And so, the search for her love begins. But she doesn't search for long, finding her on the window bench tucked against the glass.

Evie knows that the nightmare must have really shaken her because her skin is cold to the touch, meaning she's been out of bed for a while without warmth - and if Evie knows anything about her love, it's that she doesn't like being cold.

Her words are gentle as she sits beside her on the bench, placing a light hand on her knee. "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

Her voice cracks. Evie can tell that she's been crying. "I had a nightmare."

"Would you like to tell me? Or just sit here together?"

She fiddles with the hem of her nightgown. "It's...a lot."

Evie smiles at how her love tries to spare her talking about her feelings, although she has listened to the elder Frye's own troubles without hesitation too many times to count before.

"I'm more than willing to listen love."

She’ll patiently listen to her rant about the nightmare even if it doesn’t make sense or she rambles in fear about it, unable to stop her panicked babbling. Evie finds her love endearing as she worries about her incoherent rants annoying the assassin. Evie isn't annoyed at all. She's concerned for her love and understands where she's coming from.

The two talk for a long time and when the sun starts to come up, they watch the new day come alive together. Evie looks to her love to ask her if she would like a cup of coffee...only to find her peacefully resting against her shoulder fast asleep.