Scarecrow and Mrs. King, post "Night Crawler"
by Amy L. Hull
Only a month ago, Amanda had drifted off on Lee's couch and kissed him blearily without coming fully awake.
Tonight when Lee had switched on the bathroom light around the corner, she'd sprung from deep sleep to her feet in an instant, eyes unnaturally wide, breath coming in desperate gasps.
"Amanda?" Lee held her tensed shoulders as she scanned the room frantically until awareness returned. "He's not here. It's just me." His thumb moved gently against her neck
"Yeah. Okay. I'm sorry."
He eased her down and wrapped his arms around her still-shuddering body, murmuring soothing nonsense through clenched teeth.