[fic] we don't want to go outside tonight
Title: 'we don't want to go outside tonight'
Characters: Dylan, Fletcher Hadley.
Notes: Dylan fidgets. Fletcher learns that the hard way.
Word Count: 510.
Prompt: 'Sleep'.
Dylan had been doing much better lately, well, as better as she could be. They were back in Dylan’s apartment, which had taken a while. Sarah’s studio had become a sanctuary of sorts, but she couldn’t stay there forever. She’d be stuck there, and it wouldn’t do much good being stuck if she wanted to move on. She’d been happy enough about being back. Discovering the necklace that Rift Santa had left had been a little difficult, but she was doing well. Sarah always visited, so did Mark and Charlie and they encouraged her to do normal things, small steps to put everything behind her.
It was like dealing with a child, for the most part. It was difficult most of the time too, but he had the patience. He’d dealt with children before, but he knew she wasn’t exactly a child. He didn’t want to treat her like one, but sometimes it was better for her.
Finding things to do always left him a little stumped, though. Sarah brought her art materials, Mark brought that snow cone machine.. which was actually pretty good. Charlie would bring ice cream and listen to her ramble on about silly things. One night, Fletch tried films.
It.. wasn’t as successful.
“Boring,”
“Nah, it’s not. It’s good, promise,”
“Boooooring,” Dylan huffed, and was about to throw a pillow at the television before he had to stop her.
“Hey!” he paused and watched her sulk, “… give it some time,”
“F-fine,”
She fell asleep within the next fifteen minutes.
He gave up.
Next time, he’d try Disney films, or something. Maybe she’d like those better. Sighing, he shook his head. He thought about putting her to bed, but for once, she looked comfortable and a little happy. It would be a little mean of him to disturb her.
And then she started kicking, fidgeting in her sleep. It was a twitch at first that would make him jump every so often, but then it started getting worse. He’s seen it before and he’s used to it. But as he peered down to look at her, she smacked him in the face with the back of her hand.
Ow.
“Jesus,” he frowned down at her, a hand at his jaw, “Thanks for that,”
Well, at least he wasn’t bleeding. But that hurt.
Finally she settled down. Apart from the tight hold as she clung to his arm, there was no more twitching. Must’ve been dreaming, he mused. Although about what, he wasn’t sure. Knowing what she’d been through, he knew it wouldn’t be something good. But she’d settled now, so that was good.
Maybe now he could keep watching the movie.
Or not.
She started fidgeting again and before he could blink, she’d promptly rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with a thud.
“Dylan? You alright?!” He expected her to sit up.
She didn’t.
She was fast asleep, barely noticed she’d fallen. Fletch looked at her for a moment, curled up like a cat at his feet. He couldn’t stop himself from facepalming.
Characters: Dylan, Fletcher Hadley.
Notes: Dylan fidgets. Fletcher learns that the hard way.
Word Count: 510.
Prompt: 'Sleep'.
Dylan had been doing much better lately, well, as better as she could be. They were back in Dylan’s apartment, which had taken a while. Sarah’s studio had become a sanctuary of sorts, but she couldn’t stay there forever. She’d be stuck there, and it wouldn’t do much good being stuck if she wanted to move on. She’d been happy enough about being back. Discovering the necklace that Rift Santa had left had been a little difficult, but she was doing well. Sarah always visited, so did Mark and Charlie and they encouraged her to do normal things, small steps to put everything behind her.
It was like dealing with a child, for the most part. It was difficult most of the time too, but he had the patience. He’d dealt with children before, but he knew she wasn’t exactly a child. He didn’t want to treat her like one, but sometimes it was better for her.
Finding things to do always left him a little stumped, though. Sarah brought her art materials, Mark brought that snow cone machine.. which was actually pretty good. Charlie would bring ice cream and listen to her ramble on about silly things. One night, Fletch tried films.
It.. wasn’t as successful.
“Boring,”
“Nah, it’s not. It’s good, promise,”
“Boooooring,” Dylan huffed, and was about to throw a pillow at the television before he had to stop her.
“Hey!” he paused and watched her sulk, “… give it some time,”
“F-fine,”
She fell asleep within the next fifteen minutes.
He gave up.
Next time, he’d try Disney films, or something. Maybe she’d like those better. Sighing, he shook his head. He thought about putting her to bed, but for once, she looked comfortable and a little happy. It would be a little mean of him to disturb her.
And then she started kicking, fidgeting in her sleep. It was a twitch at first that would make him jump every so often, but then it started getting worse. He’s seen it before and he’s used to it. But as he peered down to look at her, she smacked him in the face with the back of her hand.
Ow.
“Jesus,” he frowned down at her, a hand at his jaw, “Thanks for that,”
Well, at least he wasn’t bleeding. But that hurt.
Finally she settled down. Apart from the tight hold as she clung to his arm, there was no more twitching. Must’ve been dreaming, he mused. Although about what, he wasn’t sure. Knowing what she’d been through, he knew it wouldn’t be something good. But she’d settled now, so that was good.
Maybe now he could keep watching the movie.
Or not.
She started fidgeting again and before he could blink, she’d promptly rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with a thud.
“Dylan? You alright?!” He expected her to sit up.
She didn’t.
She was fast asleep, barely noticed she’d fallen. Fletch looked at her for a moment, curled up like a cat at his feet. He couldn’t stop himself from facepalming.