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Log; complete
When; February 12th, around 11:45 PM
Rating; PG for some blood
Characters; Smee![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
b_q_smee and Hook ironhook
Summary; Smee has a nightmare about his greatest fear and goes to find his greatest comfort.
Log;
Smee sat up in bed with a gasp, brown eyes wide, sweating and trembling, chest heaving as if he had just run a three mile race. He doubled over, breathing hard,
trying to keep himself from having a panic attack as he pressed a hand to his throat. It was only a dream, only a dream...
So real, though...it was so real. It was de ja vu, almost, and...he had to stop thinking about it. Stop thinking...think of something else. Something calming.
He turned his thoughts toward the book he had read last night, and towards the happy ending, towards anything other than Jas or Pan or Wendy or any of this.
He took several deep breaths, finally managing to calm himself down. He groaned, sitting back against his headboard and closing his eyes, tipping his head back.
Why now? True, he had nightmares about this every now and then, but talk about your bad timing.
He sat a moment, contemplating, before he swung his feet over the side of the bed, groping around on the side table for—aha! Got it! Within a moment of fighting with it,
the candle flamed to life, and Smee stood, picking it up as he slipped his feet into his slippers. He was still in his nightgown, and he probably painted a very
ridiculous picture but...he just needed to...he needed to check.
His bunny slippers made a soft shuffling sound as he pushed open the door to the first mate’s cabin, which creaked its protest, and walked quietly over to the
Captain’s quarters. He lifted a hand, momentarily, as if to knock, but then he seemed to think better of it. No reason to wake Jas over a silly little nightmare.
So, instead, he pushed the door open gently, rewarding him with a soft creaking sound. As far as he knew, the pirate captain was asleep, and Smee had no intention
of disturbing him, it was just...he just needed to check on him. Make sure he was alright. Then he would go back to bed.
The feeble light from the candle guided his way, plus knowing the cabin quite well helped quite a bit. He reached Jas’s bedside easily, and he set the candle down,
pulling up a chair. The pirate captain was quite asleep, and Smee smiled slightly, almost sighing in relief.
He reached out a hand in an old gesture, and gently stroked it through Jas’s unruly curls.
Funny, how that movement was one that calmed the pirate captain...but then, it always seemed to calm Smee as well. At the rate he was going, he would
be there for a good half an hour...
He yawned, lifting his unoccupied hand to cover his mouth. He was still very tired. His eyes fluttered closed once, twice...and he jerked, trying to stay
awake but....ah well. Jas didn’t get up until late anyway. He should be able to sneak back out in time.
He left one hand idly playing with Jas’s curls, while the other rested near his head as he leaned it on the mattress, and he closed his eyes, hand falling
limp as he drifted off into sleep in an instant.
Bartholemew Quigley Smeethington had no more nightmares that night.
Rating; PG for some blood
Characters; Smee
b_q_smee and Hook ironhookSummary; Smee has a nightmare about his greatest fear and goes to find his greatest comfort.
Log;
He was being hunted by a creature with claws, with a hook, by one who was not himself
...all he could do was run and run and run but he knew there was no escape there was...
Run...run...must get away! He’s following me he’s not himself oh god please don’t hurt
me please---!
And he’s not running any more and he’s on a deck and a throat is slashed and an
animalistic yell of pain and he’s crying trembling shaking gasping sobbing
Blood blood so much blood oh god not again not again throat slit yellow blood red blood
like rivers running down and oh god get it away get it away this isn’t happening
this isn’t happening
He’s running but he can’t because the deck is slick with red blood yellow blood mixing
together and there’s no escape and he’s not himself but he can’t help but try to run
away but he can’t escape there is no escape
Forget-me-nots turned red in a mass of black curls and oh god wake up please wake up
don’t kill me please Jas don’t---!!!
Run run run as fast as you can you can’t catch me
Yes he can yes he can he can catch me he’s not fully human and this isn’t his fault
he doesn’t know what he’s doing but oh god he won’t listen Jas Jas Jas James please James
He can feel the cold metal of a hook against his throat, the point barely there just
prickling and there’s hot breath on his neck and he’s trembling something horrible and
the prick of the hook presses deeper into the soft skin of his neck and he starts to bleed
and it hurts
it hurts oh god it hurts make it stop the river of blood running down his neck make
it stop please please please please James please James stop please please oh god help
me please---!!!!!
Smee sat up in bed with a gasp, brown eyes wide, sweating and trembling, chest heaving as if he had just run a three mile race. He doubled over, breathing hard,
trying to keep himself from having a panic attack as he pressed a hand to his throat. It was only a dream, only a dream...
So real, though...it was so real. It was de ja vu, almost, and...he had to stop thinking about it. Stop thinking...think of something else. Something calming.
He turned his thoughts toward the book he had read last night, and towards the happy ending, towards anything other than Jas or Pan or Wendy or any of this.
He took several deep breaths, finally managing to calm himself down. He groaned, sitting back against his headboard and closing his eyes, tipping his head back.
Why now? True, he had nightmares about this every now and then, but talk about your bad timing.
He sat a moment, contemplating, before he swung his feet over the side of the bed, groping around on the side table for—aha! Got it! Within a moment of fighting with it,
the candle flamed to life, and Smee stood, picking it up as he slipped his feet into his slippers. He was still in his nightgown, and he probably painted a very
ridiculous picture but...he just needed to...he needed to check.
His bunny slippers made a soft shuffling sound as he pushed open the door to the first mate’s cabin, which creaked its protest, and walked quietly over to the
Captain’s quarters. He lifted a hand, momentarily, as if to knock, but then he seemed to think better of it. No reason to wake Jas over a silly little nightmare.
So, instead, he pushed the door open gently, rewarding him with a soft creaking sound. As far as he knew, the pirate captain was asleep, and Smee had no intention
of disturbing him, it was just...he just needed to check on him. Make sure he was alright. Then he would go back to bed.
The feeble light from the candle guided his way, plus knowing the cabin quite well helped quite a bit. He reached Jas’s bedside easily, and he set the candle down,
pulling up a chair. The pirate captain was quite asleep, and Smee smiled slightly, almost sighing in relief.
He reached out a hand in an old gesture, and gently stroked it through Jas’s unruly curls.
Funny, how that movement was one that calmed the pirate captain...but then, it always seemed to calm Smee as well. At the rate he was going, he would
be there for a good half an hour...
He yawned, lifting his unoccupied hand to cover his mouth. He was still very tired. His eyes fluttered closed once, twice...and he jerked, trying to stay
awake but....ah well. Jas didn’t get up until late anyway. He should be able to sneak back out in time.
He left one hand idly playing with Jas’s curls, while the other rested near his head as he leaned it on the mattress, and he closed his eyes, hand falling
limp as he drifted off into sleep in an instant.
Bartholemew Quigley Smeethington had no more nightmares that night.