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Nightmare: A Cody/Becky Story
Becky sat down on the bed, trying hard not to cry. She and Cody had had a fight, and they hadn't kissed and made up like usual. Instead, she had screamed at Cody to get out of her room, and he had. He'd gone so far as to demand another separate room.
So she was alone, in a one-bed hotel room at midnight, thinking about why they'd had the stupid fight in the first place. And the truth was, she couldn't remember. She couldn't even remember where it had started. Was it on the bus, on the way here? Had it started here, at the hotel?
She couldn't even think straight. The only thought that she could grasp was a strong sense of missing him and of wanting to say she was sorry. His room was right next to hers, so why not? But she knew why. She was afraid that hewould yell at herto get out, just like she'd done to him.
Becky laid down on the bed, sighing. The urge to cry had passed, and now she just ached inside and out. Maybe if she slept it would be better in the morning. Maybe this was all some terrible dream, and she would wake up soon. Maybe.
In the room next to Becky's, Cody was thinking the same way. He was mad at himself for leaving her room without apologizing, and he was mad that he'd gotten a separate room instead of trying to work it out with Becky. He lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, knowing that he wouldn't sleep at all tonight.
Becky woke up at 2:00 screaming her head off. She couldn't remember what the dream had even been about, and for a moment she couldn't even remember where she was. But she was in the same one-bed hotel room, lying there alone, with Cody next door, and it had just been a bad dream.
It took her a minute to realize she was still screaming. She clamped her hand over her mouth when she finally stopped, just in case she started screaming again. She sat up on the side of the bed and let herself cry.
At 2:00, Cody jumped. Someone was screaming, and it almost sounded like Becky. Becky! He had to go find out if she was OK.
Someone was knocking at her door. Becky was still crying. She got up to open the door.
"Becky! Becky, are you OK?" Cody asked as soon as she opened the door. "What happened?"
"It doesn't matter; go away." She tried to shut the door, but he stuck his foot in it just before it was closed. She didn't want him to see her cry.
He came up behind her and hugged her. "What's wrong?" he whispered.
"It…it was just a nightmare, that's all…" Becky said, not looking at him. "I'm fine."
"If you're fine, then why are you crying?" Cody turned her around so she faced him.
"I'm not crying!" she said fiercely.
Cody laughed a little. "You're crying. Can you tell me what's wrong?"
Becky considered that for a minute, then burst into a fresh wave of tears.
"I'm sorry! I'm so, so, so sorry I yelled at you. I'm sorry I told you to get out. I can't even remember what we were fighting about. I'm just…just…sorry. It's all my fault!" Becky buried her face in his chest, unable to say more through the tears.
Cody just held her for a while, then said, "It's not all your fault. It's my fault too. I should have come back and apologized. I yelled at you too. I'm sorry."
"So…so you don't…hate me?" Becky hiccuped. Her tears were almost spent.
"I would never, ever hate you," Cody said as he cradled her in his arms. "I could never hate you." He held her out in front of him.
"I love you."
Disclaimer: Cody owns himself, Becky owns herself, and I only own the plot.
A/N: I know it was fluffy, but I hope someone liked it. I got the idea at about 1:00 in the morning, so it might not be very good; I wouldn't know. Reviews are appreciated.