Chapter 27: Nightmare

She awoke feeling sweaty, cold and temporarily unable to move.

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she found herself staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom and not the prison cell, where imaginary monsters had tortured her…

Sheila sat up in her bed, a tear crawling over her cheek and she then looked over at the door. Knowing she wouldn't be able to fall asleep, she crept out of bed, put on a long shirt and opened the door, walking into the living room of their apartment.

There was only little light from the windows, but she didn't need it. She knew her way around and easily found the sleeping couch where her Prothean room-mate was sleeping. Slowly she walked towards it, debating if she should wake him up or if she should leave him alone. Chances were that he didn't care about her nightmares…

She decided to leave him be.

Dressing in a long coat, she went outside in the chill night, hoping some fresh air would do some good for her sleep. At least it couldn't get much worse…

Javik had heard the bedroom door go, had noticed her standing in the living room and seen her shadow disappear towards the front door. That had been a few hours ago and Sheila had not yet returned. He wasn't worried she had gotten into trouble, after all she could protect herself, but it made him uneasy to know she was out there alone in the night.

He flipped the blanket to the side, dressed light and went to the window. There was a small garden with a single tree at the corner where she enjoyed to sit during the day, resting or simply thinking. He wasn't able to see much, but if he wasn't wrong, she was seated there now. What was that woman thinking about at this hour? He groaned in annoyance and went out there.

Javik stepped lightly, doing what he could to stay silent. He had no intention of making her believe he cared for her, despite everything they had done together, and yet somewhere in his heart, he wished for a chance to prove his affection for her. Love was complicated, and loving Sheila even more so.

He wasn't far from her before he realized she wasn't going to notice him. The woman had fallen asleep seated against the tree only dressed in her nightgown and long coat. Javik sighed and slowly touched her cheek. It was cold, and if she stayed here she would gain a cold. More illness wasn't what any of them had in mind, and despite it really wasn't his concern, Javik reached down and scooped her up in his arms.

The cold woman moved slightly, turning a little in his embrace and exhaled a warm breath on his neck, making him shudder. Even in her sleep could she affect his body in ways he had only experienced a few times in his own cycle because of the war. And these feelings weren't exactly unpleasant…

He looked down at her sleeping form. Those full lips almost begged him to touch them, but now wasn't the time. He had to get her inside, then maybe… Javik shook his head. He had to stop thinking these things, though it was hard not to in her presence, but everything had changed after the war. Her invitation for him to move in with her, simply so he had a place to stay and sleep at night, had been pleasant compared with living on the street or at some cheap Asari's home. He shuddered at the thought.

Sheila exhaled on his neck again, and Javik found himself nuzzling his chin against her head. The scent of fear lingered on her. She must have had a nightmare…

He walked back to the apartment and placed her in her bed. A small whimper escaped her as he turned to leave, making him turn around again. She was haunted by nightmares. He could take them away, give her something else to think about, but that would require for him to slip into her bed and touch her. From how she slept now, that shouldn't be a problem. It was the return back to the couch that worried him. If he slipped in now, he could not guarantee he could slip out again or that he could keep his hands to himself.

The thought of claiming her in her sleep excited him slightly, but as his knee hit the mattress, he turned abruptly and went back to the living room. As his head hit the pillow, he knew he had to make a choice. Either he should accept he was more than physical attracted to Sheila, or he should suppress his emotions and push her from him.

As he looked towards the bedroom, either options seemed valid…