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Bad Dreams

Prompt 5, “I’m going to keep you safe” with Spencer, requested by anonymous

A/N: I don’t know why I’m such a bitch for nightmare fics, but I am and here is another one. This is a little different than my usual, because it switches point of view. Italics is Spencer, traditional is the reader. It should make sense. Enjoy, and keep sending those requests!

“(Y/N)!” I screamed. I couldn’t get to her. Everything was so hazy, and all of my reactions seemed too slow, just a beat off of my usual speed. It drove my crazy, like an itch that I couldn’t scratch. 

Even with my brain trudging through mud, she was the most important thing on my mind. I could hear her screaming, endlessly, and I was desperate to get to her. 

“(Y/N!)” I screamed again. I could feel my throat growing raw, and couldn’t imagine how much worse she must feel. Pushing on through the abandoned building, I continued to search for her. It seemed I was getting closer; I could hear her more clearly. Then, I rounded a corner and there she was, all tied up and bloody. I felt my heart lurch in my chest. 

“(Y/N),” I said, and she looked over at me. 

“Spencer, thank God you’re here,” she sobbed. “Please help me.” 

“You’ll be okay, I’m here,” I said. But some part of me wasn’t sure. 

There was a ring of liquid around where she was tied up, and I felt a tinge of worry when I looked at it. Seconds later, it lit up with raging fire, and I knew why. 

I couldn’t get past it, and the fire roared in my ears as she screamed my name. 

I cried for her, tried everything I could, but it was useless. 

I couldn’t do anything except watch the destruction of the person I had promised to keep safe. 

I was in the bathroom when I heard Spencer’s screaming. I had just left the bedroom less than a minute before; surely there wasn’t someone in the house?

I rushed back to the doorway between our bedroom and bathroom, only to find Spencer, alone in our bed, thrashing and screaming. I was by his side in seconds, shaking him awake. 

“Spencer!” I exclaimed. “Hey, Spencer, honey, wake up.” 

It took a few minutes, but eventually he woke with a gasp, tangled in the sheets and covered in a sheen of cold sweat. His breathing was ragged, and I could see his chest heaving with sobs as he struggled to catch his breath, my name coming out in gasping cries. 

“Hey, hey, come here,” I murmured. “Spence, hey, you’re okay. You’re okay, I’m right here.” When he noticed me, he crumbled into my arms, shaking like a leaf. 

“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. “I was trying, I swear, I was…”

“Oh, shh,” I soothed. “I know, sweetie. I know you were. It’s okay, everyone is safe now. It was just a dream.” 

“I can’t-” 

“Honey, breathe,” I said. “It’s alright, just breathe.” 

I held him there in the dark of our bedroom for a while as he cried. Eventually, the sobbing tapered off and he looked up at me through red-rimmed eyes. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” I asked gently. 

“(Y/N), I promise I’m not going to let that happen to you,” he said hoarsely.

“Let what happen to me?” I asked. 

“Anything,” he replied quickly. “I’m going to keep you safe.” 

“I know,” I said. I reached up to run my hand through his hair. “Spencer, I have never doubted that you’ll keep me safe. I know that.” 

He nodded silently, and I could sense his exhaustion. 

“Come on, let’s go back to sleep,” I said, gently tugging him to lie down next to me. 

“I love you, (Y/N),” he mumbled against my hair. I smiled slightly. 

“I know,” I said. “I love you, too.” 

There was a hesitant pause. 

“You’ll be here if…if I wake up again?” he asked quietly. Spencer is tough, but late at night things look different. 

“Of course,” I assured him. “I’ll be right here.” 

Soon, Spencer and I were both asleep again, warm and together, right where we belong.