A/N: Hey Everyone! Well, stuff's been going on which has left me with a rather comatose muse. She's awake now, but the stuff is coming out in fits and spurts. I don't think this is that great, but I thought I'd post it anyway. It's better than nothing!
He trembled. That's how it began. A twitch, a murmur, almost as if he was letting her know that it was coming.
She wouldn't waken, not fully, not until she heard him cry out. Then she was awake in an instant, staring at him silently as he began to toss and turn.
She never knew what to do at this moment. She was completely lost, as he was in his dreams. Should she wake him or let the dream play out? Dr. Sweets had recommended letting the dream come to it's natural conclusion. But she never could. She couldn't stand to see him in pain.
He began to thrash and her heart started racing. She hadn't known about his nightmares. They never came up and when she stayed over he was always fine.
But then they had a particularly hard case involving a little girl who was brutally murdered. He was fine during the case, even after when she had let tears fall while she placed the little girl's remains in a box. He had held her as she cried and then they went back to his place.
It was then that she saw how his pain was manifested in his dreams.
And now, nearly two years later, she had grown accustomed to them. Accustomed yes, but used to it, no. They were sporadic so she never knew when they were coming.
Not that she didn't have nightmares herself. Vicious, realistic images of babies in mass graves and the smells and sounds of being locked in that damn car with Hodgins.
He tossed and turned, a hand or leg sporadically hitting her. She saw the look of pure anguish on his face and her heart lurched.
"Booth." She said softly. It did nothing, nor did the hand she placed on his shoulder. He continued to thrash, small moans of pain escaping his lips.
"Booth." She said louder, shaking his arms. "BOOTH."
He sat up straight, gasping. She reached for him and he instinctively pulled away. Breathing heavily, sweat trickled down his back, illuminated by the moonlight.
"It's me." She said softly, reaching for his hand and tangling her fingers with his.
"Temperance." He whispered. He turned his head and she could see the unshed tears in his eyes. She moved over until her forehead was touching his.
"Seeley." She whispered. "It's okay. We're okay."
A tear finally fell down his cheek and he moved slightly, burying his face in her neck. She reached up and stroked his hair and felt his breathing return to normal.
"I love you so much." She whispered.
He raised his head and opened his mouth to say something but she enveloped his words with a kiss. The kiss quickly turned passionate as if this was the last time he would ever kiss her.
They broke apart and she pushed him back against the pillows, reaching for the covers and pulling them up. She lay her head on his chest and felt his arms slide around her. She waited until his heart slowed and his breathing became shallow, before she drifted off herself.
For the rest of the night at least, they would have peace.