The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Future |Monty Green

Requested by Glader_Witch_Wolf
Sorry it's kind of short, but I hope you like it!

Prompt#40: "You said my name in your sleep"

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Under a dim light, Monty's hands fiddled with the wirings of yet another bracelet. He was stuck in his spot, forcing himself to stay awake. If he wasn't putting an effort into contacting the ark, then who would?

The camp was relatively dead at this hour, only night watch out. But none of them were people that Monty wanted to be associated with. So, he sat in the dropship, eyes drawn to your sleeping figure.

Low gibberish fell from your mouth, a typical tale of your every night. Talking in your sleep was something of a habit that you had since early child years. He often payed little attention, until he heard his name muttered in the mix. Eyes turning, he noted the bright smile on your tired lips, eyes still closed shut. When he heard it again and took in the calmness of your dream state, his own lips formed a smile.

With a mix of groans, your eyes fluttered open, taking in the boys slumped over figure. In his hands were the bracelet and tools, but his eyes were fixated on you. "Mont? Why are you staring at me?" You chuckled, eyes opened slightly. The dim work light was still enough to make you strain, rubbing your eyes as you settled back into your pile of blankets. The shadows of light reflected against his skin, highlighting the smile that shone across his lips.

"You said my name in your sleep."

"I dreamt of you. It was nice, everything was calm for once with no threat. We had a nice little home, a garden of course." You explained, rolling on your back and allowing your eyes to close. Monty watched you closely, the grin that fell upon your face and infected onto his own. "We had kids, a boy and a girl. Two kids. We didn't have to worry about anything other than what they were bickering about."

"We can still have that, one day." Monty spoke lowly, gently placing his work down. He came to your side, fingers intertwining with yours. "White picket fence and all, just like those crappy old films we found up on the ark. It doesn't always have to be bad here." He muttered, placing light kisses along your hands.

"You really think it can happen?"

"I know it can."