I hope you enjoy your cruise and get a chance to relax and take care of yourself! ❤️
Another potential prompt, if it strikes your fancy: maybe PSOLC Aaron having a nightmare while staying at the Blake’s and Alex and Charlie tag team comforting him? Or Charlie has to step in when Alex gets overwhelmed herself? (They’re just kids!)
this made me WEEPY and oh how I love the Wonder Twins so much
Alex rolled over, the covers tangling around her. The voice was familiar, but it didn’t seem quite right. It wasn’t Emily, and she wasn’t in her bed in her dorm room, and it certainly wasn’t one of her brothers at home.
“Birdy, something’s wrong with Aaron.”
Then she remembered. She was at the Blakes’ house, it had to be the middle of the night, and the little voice belonged to Spencer.
Alex pushed herself up on her elbows, squinting in the dark as she tried to force herself to be more awake. Spencer hovered at the edge of her bed, his hair tousled from sleep and his blanket clutched to his chest. “What’s wrong with Aaron, baby?” she said, her voice coming out in a tired creak. “Is he sick?”
Spencer shook his head. “Bad dream, I think.”
She swung her legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll go check on him,” she said. She paused long enough to kiss the top of his head. “Go cuddle with Jamie, okay? I’ll come get you when he’s okay.”
Spencer nodded and she hurried down the dark hall to the guest room. Before she even opened the door she could hear Aaron mumbling in his sleep. The covers were hopelessly tangled around him; the pillows had been knocked to the floor.Â
“Aaron?” she said. “It’s okay. It’s just a dream.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, curling her legs underneath her. Whatever he was dreaming about had him in a stranglehold, he didn’t seem to hear her. He thrashed against the mattress, still mumbling frantically, but he wasn’t making any sense.
“Aaron?” Alex said, raising her voice a little. She ran her hand along his cheek. “You’re okay. You’re just dreaming, you need to wake up.”
He groaned, his eyes scrunched tightly closed. Alex leaned over him and had to jump back before he struck wildly at her. “Aaron!”
Between Aaron and Spencer she was no stranger to nightmares, but she’d never seen him like this before. A spike of panic made her heart squeeze tight in her chest and she took Aaron by the arm and shook him gently. “Aaron, come on-”
He howled, pulling away from her touch, and she shrank away. “Come on, Aaron, please, just wake up-”
A light touch on her upper back startled her. “He’ll be okay,” Charlie told her softly.Â
“I can’t get him to wake up-”
“Hold his hand,” Charlie told her. Alex obeyed, taking Aaron’s hand in both of hers, and Charlie rubbed his shoulder. “Aaron, honey, you’re safe. You’re just dreaming.”
It seemed like ages before his eyes shot open and he gasped for air like he’d been held underwater. “What happened?” he rasped out, staring wildly at them. “Where’s…where’s Spencer?”
“He’s fine, he’s with James,” Charlie said. She switched on the bedside lamp, casting a gentle warm glow in the dark room. Aaron flinched. “You’re safe, sweetheart, you just had a bad dream. Alex is right here holding your hand, okay?”
He blinked, his eyes still blank and wild like he didn’t understand what she was saying. Alex squeezed his hand tight and that seemed to draw him back. He blinked again, and this time there was recognition in his eyes. “Alex?” he said unsteadily.
She crawled closer to him. “I’m right here,” she said. He pushed himself up awkwardly until he half fell into her lap. “Hey, hey, you’re all right. Just breathe.”
He closed his eyes and leaned his head against her stomach; Alex shushed him gently and ran her fingers through his thick dark hair. “I’m going to get you some water,” Charlie said. She adjusted the covers gently, untangling the sheets and the quilt and draping them back over him neatly like he was as young as Spencer. “Just stay right here with Sissy, okay? She’s got you.”
“Okay,” Aaron said, and there was a tremor in his voice that Alex hated. Charlie squeezed his arm and slipped out into the hall. “I’m sorry I…I woke you up.”
“Don’t apologize,” Alex said. He didn’t seem to hear her; he frowned and adjusted so he could see her better and she repeated herself, his gaze focused on her mouth so he could lipread. “Spencer came and got me.”
“He’s fine, he was just worried about you,” Alex said. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Aaron shook his head, slumping back against her lap. She didn’t push it. Instead she kept running her fingers through his hair, soft and rhythmic. In a moment she knew he would be back to his usual self, the grief that plagued him locked away somewhere secret and quiet, but for the time being she just sat beside him, feeling his grief weighing on her own heart and wishing she could take it away from him for good.Â
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