Title: Untitled
Rating: PG
Words: 541
Prompt: downfall35 wanted Alec/Logan, night terrors on livejournal's comment_fic community.

It was just past 2 am as Alec scaled the building walls. The city slept all around him, quiet and still. He liked this time best of all, when it seemed as though the whole world was holding its breath … just waiting for him to shake it up a little. Just like he'd shaken up Max, who actually had the nerve to tell him Why don't you get a job like a normal person?

She was such a bitch. Served her right that he showed up at Jam Pony to torment her. Served her better that Alec was about to divest her richy rich boyfriend of one or two of his ritzy art prints for a little extra cash.

Alec slipped into Logan's dark apartment through a laughably easy lock on the penthouse's balcony. The low hum of computer equipment and the glow of green and orange on/off lights filled the rooms, making it easy for Alec to see as he prowled about, looking for the most valuable of Logan's treasures to snag.

He was in the midst of considering whether the real silver eating utensils or the apparently authentic Ming vase would fetch a higher price when a noise came from the bedroom. Alec froze, listening. Not quite whimpers, but definitely sounds of distress.

Alec crept toward where Logan's bedroom door stood partway open, and paused in the doorway. Logan lay on his back, sheets twisted around his useless legs and sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat, above his loose nightshirt. His head was turned toward Alec and the sight of the grimace on his still sleeping face made something twist low and deep in Alec's stomach. Alec knew what night terrors were. Knew them intimately. And knew what it was like to be alone with them.

He sighed, then returned the vase to its pedestal and padded back to Logan's bedroom. He stood there for a moment, trying to decide what to do, then just shrugged and sat down on the empty side of the bed. Might as well be comfortable if he was going to stay awhile.

The motion roused Logan. He sat up, blinking and disoriented. "What? Who's there?" He said in a thick, confused voice.

In low, friendly tones, Alec said, "No one, buddy. You just lay down again and go back to sleep. This is all a dream."

"It is?"

"Sure as shootin'."

"Oh. Okay." Logan lay back down, this time on his side, curled in on himself like a person much younger. He gave a contented sigh and relaxed. Alec had to restrain himself from running his fingers through Logan's ridiculously soft looking hair. That … wasn't what he was here to do. In fact, when he'd gone wandering tonight this was the last thing he expected to be doing. But out here in the "real world," away from Manticore's comforting routine and structure, he was forced to play it by ear continuously.

And this job? Well, he was strangely okay with it. The question of why kept him occupied for quite some time, until Logan settled into a dreamless sleep, and Alec slipped out the way he had come, into the brightening dawn.