Sam woke with a start, and Jack rolled over to check on her.

"What is it, Sam? You okay?"

She shook her head slightly to clear it. "I'm okay. It's nothing, it's just… I had the strangest dream."

"And…," he began for her.

"And it's too complicated to go into," she answered after some consideration. "But somehow, in the dream, I ended up as both Dorothy and the Wicked Witch of the East."

He looked at her curiously for a minute before speaking, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Mitchell said you didn't have to finish his macaroons."

He succeeded – he always did – and she laughed. The dream's spell was broken. "More likely it was the Tylenol 3."

Jack chuckled in return. Then, careful not to put pressure on her wounded side, he gathered her into his arms where, tucked in his embrace, she was soon fast asleep again. And the dream was forgotten completely.

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