Beyond the Sun

47

Though being awake and moving seemed to cause her pain, sleep was something which seemed easy; mainly because of the painkillers which she was taking when she needed them. It was perhaps the lone times where she did look peaceful. That wasn't to say when she was awake she didn't look at peace, but her eyes always seemed distant, thoughtful. 

Honestly, Clark did pin this to her short term memory coming back. He had asked her if she remembered anything else, and it seemed that she had remembered most of what happened; and like he guessed the details which involved him got bought up. She wanted to know how he destroyed the World Engine, she wanted to know if it had hurt him as much as being on Zod's ship did, she wanted to know if he had crossed paths with anyone else from the army or government. 

Clark had explained the drone thing, and Annie had frowned and looked at him with wide eyes. Technology being so easily destroyed was clearly a no go with her, yet when he explained it was watching him, or trying to, she let the moment go. It compromised his safety, yet not just his, Martha and her would be in the firing line too. And Annie had honestly had enough of being arrested and interrogated, she didn't want that to happen again. Once was enough for her.

So really, she just shrugged and accepted that this probably would be a regular thing. Of course, people will want to know who he was, that was logical; if prevention meant destroying technology, then fine. She ended up drifting off to sleep as he explained the whole World Engine thing, it was then that he realised that this was the most peaceful he had seen her. She laid slightly propped up, curled ever so slightly, and he laid by her side, one arm under the pillow to support her head, with the other carefully resting over her waist. Her hands were simply resting against his chest. Reaching up he stroked her cheek gently when she let out a quiet, yet slightly scared sound. Her face turned to one of concern, she frowned and looked rather frightened. 

Clark frowned too, she was having some sort of nightmare. He pulled her closer hoping that it would help and not make matters worse. Thankfully it had the right effect and she stopped pathetically shuffling about and held onto him. He didn't know what she was dreaming of, he was many things but he wasn't a mind reader; but he could probably pitch a guess at what her dreams involved. 

Gently running a hand up and down her arm he looked to the window, the curtains were closed but he could so easily see the night sky beyond the pane of glass. He couldn't sleep, or rather he'd found he was missing out sleeping because his mind was usually so preoccupied in the day that it could never switch off at night; and often he was left with a million thoughts running through his head. He also couldn't sleep because admittedly this wasn't the first time Annie had seemingly had a nightmare. She never woke up, and she always settled down; but that only happened once he had held onto her a little tighter. Even when asleep she seemed subconsciously aware to him and calmed down. 

Clark came out of his thoughts when he was aware to hands tracing patterns on his chest. Looking down he watched as she looked up at him. "You had another dream. Can you remember what happened?" He asked her quietly while tucking escaping locks of hair from her braid, over her ear. He kept his hand resting gently against her face and traced his thumb over her cheek.

Annie frowned gently and shook her head slowly. "No..." She sounded troubled, she didn't like not remembering things. It was horrible. Truly horrible. "Can we go out?" 

Clark looked confused, Annie watched as he thought over the suggestion before nodding slowly. He helped her to sit up, he stayed with his hands on her shoulders as she gently placed a hand against one of his as the other stayed over her midsection. Once she gave him a nod, he turned and picked up the shirt which was simply laying on the floor, he pulled the simple cotton item on and then turned back and helped Annie up. She wrapped her arms around herself, bringing the cardigan she was wearing more around herself. The nights did get cold, and any other person would suffer from them, unless someone was like Clark.