~Moreid Oneshots~

Nightmares [angst]

A/N: Okay I had some ✦inspiration✦ from the image above (By @owlpip on Tumblr) so deal with it. Also, Derek uses baby a lot in this so deal with that as well.

TW: Nightmares(duh), mentions of drug abuse, and a lot of sadness.

<Reid's POV>

He was running. He didn't know from what, but it wasn't good. It nipped at his heels and clawed at his sides. His clothes were torn and bloody. His feet were bare as he ran along the forest floor, over twigs and roots, leaves slapping him in the face. But he couldn't stop. He knew he was dreaming but he couldn't wake up. He tried and tried, but he couldn't stop running. All that mattered was running faster FASTER FASTER-

My eyes flew open and I sat up with a start. I was panting and my entire body was drenched with sweat, but I was safe. Or was I? No, that's stupid. I shook my head as I looked at Derek sleeping beside me.

We'd been together for a year and he'd asked me to move in a few months ago.

I turned my head and looked at the clock. 3 AM, only four hours of sleep. It's fine I thought as I quietly got up, careful not to wake Derek or Clooney for that matter.

I only managed to get half-way to the dresser when I hear the sheets shuffling. I turn my head, half expecting a confused/angry Derek. But it's only Clooney, sleepily lifting his head to look at me. He was lying on the bed, curled up by Derek's feet. He got up, trodded over to the edge of the bed, jumped, and sat at my feet.

I squat down and started petting him. Tears started to rush down my face and I held Clooney tightly.

The events of the nightmare hit me again. They overwhelmed me like a wave of saltwater and I felt my throat close as my cries become full-body sobs.

These nightmares... they just wouldn't go away. I've had them ever since the Hankel case. They'd go away for a week or so but then would come back with full force. I let go of Clooney, fearing I'd hurt him. I just sat on the floor and held my knees.

When my tears subsided, I went to the dresser and got out my clothes for tomorrow. I set them on the bathroom counter. Tears dragged this task out, so when I was done, it was already getting light out.

I sighed, golden light shining on me through the small, opaque window. I decided to just shower and get dressed.

Once I was done, I slowly crept to the kitchen. The kitchen had large windows and filled it with light. I started to impulsively make waffles, Derek's favorite.

After a few minutes, I hear the alarm going, and Derek groaning and shuffling around.

"Baby?" I hear him say loudly, confusion thick in his voice.

"In here," I call to him, hoping he could follow the sound of his voice. I pour more batter into the iron as he groggily comes out in only boxers.

"Hey baby," He says as he lazily wraps his arms around my waist and places his head on my shoulder. He sniffs and says: " Are you making waffles?"

I chuckle. "Yeah, didn't you see everything?" I motioned to the waffle-making paraphernalia displayed on the counter.

"Sweetheart, it's early." He nestles his face into my neck. "How long have you been up?"

"I-I don't know, didn't check the clock." I lie, hoping Derek's sleep-addled brain will skip over it.

"Okay," He says, releasing me and kissing me on the cheek. "I'm going to get dressed." He walks off as I plate the waffles and start washing the batter bowl and iron.