I wake to the feeling of gentle swaying, an arm around my back and another under my knees. My head pressed to a chest, a heartbeat echoing in my ear. A soft breath blowing gently over my head, ruffling my hair.

I wake to being carried by Jack. I keep my eyes closed, too sleepy to open them. I feel the swaying get less rhythmic as footsteps clomp up stairs.

We're back at the apartment, but how? The last thing I remember was cuddling with Jack after he... Asked me to be his girlfriend. After I accepted. A lazy smile spreads over my face at the thought. I push it down, nuzzling my head into Jack's chest, faking sleeping.

I feel Jack lower himself, gently placing me on my bed. A gentle tug at my feet as Jack pulls my shoes off. A gentle hand trailing up my leg, barely noticeable. It pulls away. I hear the silent debate, the argument in Jack's head.

          I hear the defeat and hands on my waist. My body freezes instinctively in terror. The hands pull back in shock. I try to move, to relax but I don't have control over my body. Is this a dream?

          "Cecelia?" Jack questions softly, "are you awake?" I don't respond, unable to control my own body. "Sorry," he whispers, sighing.

          The hands return, gentler now. They try to carefully pull my jeans off. It takes a few minutes, it is skinny jeans after all, but he eventually succeeds, my legs bare.

          I feel a finger hook into my socks, tickling my feet, and slide them off, leaving my feet in the same status as my legs.

          The blanket falls over me softly, no doubt pulled up by Jack. Then I feel something press against my forehead softly and hear a gentle "night" before I hear the nearly silent footsteps again and the quiet click of the door being shut. I hardly notice though, as my head is stuck on the previous part. The forehead press.

Did Jack... Kiss my forehead?

I want to get up, to ask him, but sleep is pulling me under. Enveloping me in a warm hug and dragging me into some dark cave.

And I'm unable to fight, so I fall asleep.

^~~ Dream ~~^
"Naughty girl," a voice growls in my ear. "You think you can just leave?"

Doubt.  Wide eyes.

"You think that running away will keep me away? You think that I wouldn't find you and punish you?!" The voice screams.

Fear. Tremors.

"You think that you can get yourself a new little boyfriend who'll keep you safe?" The voice taunts.

Terror. Shaking.

"Well you thought wrong. I will find you, Cecelia. And I'll take you and that little boyfriend you think oh so highly of. You think he can keep you safe? Just wait till he meets me."

Panic. Tears.

"I'll kill him, Cecelia. I'll tear him apart, his intestines on the wall and his brains on the floor. And you know what? I'll make you watch. Maybe that'll teach you your place," the voice growls angrily.

          Guilt. Sobbing.

"You're mine, Cecelia. No one else's. Not his. Not yours. Mine. All mine," the voice croons happily.

          Blame. Screaming.

          Fault. Begging.

          Accusation. Howling.

^~~ Dream Over ~~^

I wake to shrill screaming. To nails clawing at arms. To panicked writhing. I wake to fear hiding in the shadows, blame at the door, guilt behind the curtains, and accusations in the blankets.

"Go away! Leave me alone!" I howl out, clawing at anything in reach. "Stop!!"

A loud bang causes the words to stumble, to turn into unintelligible screaming. The shrill high-pitched screams are inhuman, unnatural. My body curls in on itself, knees to my chest, arms wrapped around them.

The wailing quiets, the throat too sore and raw to carry out sound. Scratched, like someone rubbed it with steel wool.

"Shh, it's alright," a voice says soothingly. I flinch at the sound. "You're alright, Cecelia. You're fine, everything's fine," the voice, that I now recognize as Jack's, says calmly.

I flinch away, unwilling to be near him. Luke is after him, Luke will kill him and millions will suffer for it.

          "Hey, what's up? You're alright, I'm not gonna hurt you," he comforted, holding his arms open to me, seemingly knowing that I couldn't handle him touching me right now.

          It took a long time for me to go to him, a lot of waiting and a lot of comforting words. But eventually, I head over to Jack.

          I crawl over, my arms shaking. I wrap my arms around him, squeezing tightly. I bury my face in his neck, soaking his shirt with my tears.

          "Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Apologies spill from my lips like water from a faucet, muffled by Jack's shoulder.

          "Hey, it's ok," Jack says, rubbing his arms over my back, trying to still my apologies.
"Everything's alright, Cecelia. Everything's fine."

          He moves an arm to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair.

Finally, I calm, my shaking ceasing to almost not existent.

"Cecelia?" Jack questions, leaning his head gently against mine.

"Hmm?" I hum out, throat too sore and voice box too scratchy to produce words.

"Are you ok?" He asks, pulling away so he can see my face, his hand moving to cradle it.

"Yeah," I say, nodding, "I'm fine." Lies. I'm not ok, and definitely not fine.

"Are you sure?" He asks hesitantly, peering into my eyes with his worry-sick blue ones. "I mean, you were screaming. I thought..." He trails off, frowning.

"I'm fine Jack," I assure him, placing a hand on his chest. "If was just a nightmare." But don't nightmares usually not come true? Cause this nightmare will. 'He'll find you and he'll....' I think, suffering at the end. It felt so real...

"Ok then. If you're sure..." He says, trailing off, waiting for my confirmation.

"I...." I start, but pause. Am I really gonna be alright? If I go back to sleep, will the dream just continue. Will I even be able to go back to sleep?

Probably not. And on the off chance I can, I'll just have more nightmares.

"Cecelia?" Jack asks worriedly. His other hand is on my cheek now.

"I... I can't," I whisper. "I can't do it. I just can't, Jack."

"Can't what? What can't you do, baby?" He asks, worrying.

My heart skips a beat (or three) when he calls me baby. I grip onto him a bit tighter, feeling his heart beat a little faster in response.

"Sleep," I say simply. "I can't sleep."

"Why not?" He asks, beginning to rub his thumbs over my cheeks.

"Because of the nightmares. They'll just continue. I don't want to go back to sleep, Jack," I tell him, my words ramming together during the last sentence.

"Then I'll stay with you," he states simply, like it's a common thing. My face heats up a little.

"You don't have to..." I tell him, not wanting him to stay up all night to watch me.

"I want to," he assures me, giving me a little smile.

"Then can you..... Never mind," I say, too scared to finish my question.

"Can I what? I'll do anything, just tell me what," he says.

I squeeze my eyes shut, gathering the courage. "Canyoulaywithme?" I blurt out, saying it so fast, the words run together.

"Can I.... Lay with you?" Jack questions, tilting his head slightly to the side.

I nod in confirmation, my cheeks cherry red.

"Yeah, sure," he says, shocking me. I fully expected him to say no. I must've had a shocked look on my face because he says "I said anything, remember? And laying wth you sounds nice." He gives me a smirk. A nervous smirk.

"Ok," I whisper. I scoot back towards the other side of the bed, leaving Jack for a moment. I pull back the covers for him. He crawls in, keeping a healthy distance between us. (I guess you could say... There's a difference between them. Sorry, carry on).

I wiggle into his side, laying my head in his chest, racing slightly, his heartbeat echos in my ear. One arm under me, holding my back. His other arm draped over my waist. He links his fingers behind my back. I put my left arm over his stomach, my right under me by my head.

A lazy smile grows over my face. Comforted by the heartbeat ringing in my ear, my eyes drift shut, lulled by Jack's body heat.
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