Multifandom One Shots

McPoptarts

Elder Connor Mckinley's P.O.V.

  Christopher, my companion, is such a little kid. Honestly, that's why I love him. Everyone loves him for it. We all love our little pop-art and its our job to care for him. His home life wasn't so great but as a fellow elder, we have to make it beter for him. He can light up everyone's day with a single smile. Gosh, he really does make me laugh. I look over to him and see him laying upside down on the floor with his feet on the couch having a conversation with Davis as Davis ranted about something that happened in his daily life, the letters he received from his parents, just about anything that upset him. Poptarts listened on focusing intently on the words that were said and whispering things back to calm the other elder. It didn't matter what was his problem that day, whether he was thinking of his sister, or his family, or the shortage of pop-tarts, or whatever was on his funny little brain he would listen to you. He cared. He let me talk about hell dreams and Kevin about his coffee addiction or Church and his family troubles. I'm pulled from my thoughts by a small squeak. I glance up to see Poptarts giggling as Davis was balancing pillows onto his chest telling him to stay still though it was clearly not gonna work for him as Chris kept laughing. Davis was getting frustrated at the others inability to hold still and all I could do was laugh at them. I interrupt there game announcing dinner and calling them to the table. We listen intently as Elder Neely says grace then dig in. The elders talk amongst themselves and all I can do is watch my Chris. Mine. Nobody else's.

After dinner, It's elder Price's job to clean up and Chris and I head to our room for lights out. As I turn off the lights I flinch knowing the hell dream will soon follow, but as I lay my head down I know Chris will be there when I wake. Waiting to listen. Holding my hand. Kissing my cheek. Laughing and smiling despite his own fears. That's just who Chris is. He is patient. He is kind. He is loved.

I'm woken up by not my own hell dream but whimpering from the bed next to mine. I know the sound all too well. It's Chris having one now. Blankets are dangling off his poorly made bed and he's curled into the corner. I truly feel bad knowing im the reason he's having one of these dreams. Slowly I got up and sat on the edge of his bed I gently ran a hand over his hip and back and his eyes fluttered open and looked at me with tears in his eyes. Slowly I opened my arms to him and he curled up in them. I know most the elders didn't know about us but at the moment I didn't care. I just held him until the sun came up. Until I could hear the other elders stirring. He was asleep at the time so I placed him gently on his bed and placed a pillow in his arms and went to go check if the others were getting breakfast ok.

Within twenty minutes Chris joined us looking a lot more spritly than usual after one who has just been through a hell dream.

But I guess that's just our Chris.