Wild Kratts - ONE SHOTS

Nightmare

Summary: A scary night for a little boy who had a nightmare. Thankfully, he's got his brother to go to.

Notes: For a bit of clarification, Chris is around 6-7 while Martin is around 9-10 in this fic. Enjoy!

Cover Artist: @vazaez (tumblr)

"AH!"

A little boy flung up in bed, tears threatening to escape his eyes.

His entire body was trembling, his eyes wandering around his somber room in a disoriented way. He was breathing rapidly, tears now rolling down his little face. His bed was lit up by strings of moonlight bursting through his slightly open window, a light night breeze sneaking into the room and making the child shiver as he pulled his wolf plushie closer to his chest.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He pushed his blanket away before throwing his little feet onto the ground. Soon, he found himself dragging his short legs through a dark hallway, the shadows dancing in the corners scaring him even more than he already was.

With a lump in his throat, he reached for his parents' door, and with a shaky hand, he almost knocked... but couldn't bring himself to do it. He hated the thought of waking up his parents in the middle of the night. He stared at the door for the longest time, slowly turning to scan the rest of the hallway. He carefully marches on, arriving at another door.

He reaches his little hand one more time, swallowing hard before giving the door a little push. The moonlight shining through the window lit up half the room. He could see his older brother peacefully sleeping, which made him hesitant for a while. He just stood there, frozen in place as a new set of tears was building up in his eyes.

"M-Martin?" he called out with a hushed, quivering voice.

The older boy groaned as he opened his eyes, seeing a little figure standing by the door. He blinked for a few seconds before sitting up in bed.

"Chris?" He rubbed his face before getting a better look at his brother.

His eyes widened when he realized there were tears running down his little brother's face.

Sniff. Sniff.

The child in green looked at him longingly, still clutching his stuffed toy to his chest.

The look of surprise on the older boy's face turned into one of comfort.

"Chris..." Martin reached a hand, encouraging him to get closer.

Not being able to hold back any longer, Chris makes a run for it. He jumps on the bed and into his brother's arms, sobbing into his shoulder.

The older Kratt tenderly wrapped his arms around his frail body, rubbing his back in the most gentle way.

He then looked down at his tear-stained face with a frown. "Nightmare?"

Chris nodded weakly, a few hiccups escaping him. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake mom and dad," the little Kratt managed with a few sniffles.

Martin sighed. He wiped his tears as he smiled warmly.

"Shh, that's okay," he said reassuringly, rubbing his brother's hair affectionately. "You can sleep with me."

After one more sniff, Chris' face seemed to lit up. "Really?"

"Sure," Martin yawned as he tucked Chris in, making sure he still had his plushie.

He then pulled his cover over them both, Chris scooting a little closer as his brother's warmth made him feel much safer than before.

"What were you dreaming about?"

The question caught Chris off guard.

"I-I was in a forest all alone, and- and it was dark and scary," he started, Martin listening closely. "A-And there was this really big wolf that came out of nowhere," his little voice cracked. "And he j-jumped on me, and almost ate me!" He was so close to bursting into tears again.

"Oh, no. That sounds horrible!" Martin ruffled his brother's hair. "I'm sorry you got so scared. But don't worry, it was just a dream. You're okay now," he tried to cheer him up.

Chris' eyes went down at his plushie. "What if Silver tries to attack me, too?" he asked with a small voice.

"Silver would never do that! He's a good boy!" Martin patted his little brother's wolf-like plushie, earning a small, wet giggle from Chris.

"You're right," he finally said. "Thanks, bro." He yawned before getting comfortable, both brothers ready to fall asleep.

With his older brother's arm wrapped around him, Chris felt at peace. All the terrors from before are just a bad memory, now.

He sighed, a peaceful smile on his little face.

"Goodnight, Martin," he muttered as he slowly drifted to sleep.

Martin opened one eye, and couldn't help but smile at his sleeping brother.

"Goodnight, Chris."