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Title: The Logistics of Sleep
Author: Romanceguru
Disclaimer: Joss is the boss of me.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Simon/Zoe
Prompt: Calm
Word Count: 300
Summary: She needed more than just a Doctor.
A/N: Unbetaed. Angsty-fluff? I finally got to this repair! My fingers were curious, so after the 300 words, click on the link if you wish to read the rest. Kaylee who?
She went to him the day she felt herself slipping. Walked right into his infirmary and demanded a smoother, anything to make it stop. It’d been over 6 months since, and her husband had haunted her dreams almost every night of them, tormenting her with all she couldn’t have and it was becoming unbearable. Just as well she didn’t sleep at all anymore. And she didn’t, foolish as it were.
Simon glanced into Zoe’s tired eyes as he guided the needle steadily into her arm, concern built up behind his own stoic mask. He’d been observing her with some unease over the months, but he knew better than to intervene before she was ready.
“No dreams, right, Doc?” Zoe reconfirmed, a slight desperation in her voice as she felt the rush of fluid into her arm. It was cold and foreign and she liked the feeling.
“You need to dream...” Simon began patiently, wanting to explain to her the logistics of sleep, but he stopped short when he saw the pained look on her face. “You won’t remember them.” He offered gently instead.
“Good.” Swinging her legs over the side if the table, Zoe steadied herself before slowly pushing up, already swept by a gentle fog.
“I wouldn’t…” Simon cautioned futilely as he watched her waver, coming quickly to her side and slipping a helpful arm around her waist as she fell against him. “You’re not going to make it back to your room without help.” He advised, feeling the weight of her.
She didn’t really want his help, not more than he’d already given, but she found herself leaning unsteadily into him, her face pressed against the smooth skin at his unbuttoned collar, slowly calmed by the drugs in her veins and the clean, warm scent of his skin.
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Author: Romanceguru
Disclaimer: Joss is the boss of me.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Simon/Zoe
Prompt: Calm
Word Count: 300
Summary: She needed more than just a Doctor.
A/N: Unbetaed. Angsty-fluff? I finally got to this repair! My fingers were curious, so after the 300 words, click on the link if you wish to read the rest. Kaylee who?
She went to him the day she felt herself slipping. Walked right into his infirmary and demanded a smoother, anything to make it stop. It’d been over 6 months since, and her husband had haunted her dreams almost every night of them, tormenting her with all she couldn’t have and it was becoming unbearable. Just as well she didn’t sleep at all anymore. And she didn’t, foolish as it were.
Simon glanced into Zoe’s tired eyes as he guided the needle steadily into her arm, concern built up behind his own stoic mask. He’d been observing her with some unease over the months, but he knew better than to intervene before she was ready.
“No dreams, right, Doc?” Zoe reconfirmed, a slight desperation in her voice as she felt the rush of fluid into her arm. It was cold and foreign and she liked the feeling.
“You need to dream...” Simon began patiently, wanting to explain to her the logistics of sleep, but he stopped short when he saw the pained look on her face. “You won’t remember them.” He offered gently instead.
“Good.” Swinging her legs over the side if the table, Zoe steadied herself before slowly pushing up, already swept by a gentle fog.
“I wouldn’t…” Simon cautioned futilely as he watched her waver, coming quickly to her side and slipping a helpful arm around her waist as she fell against him. “You’re not going to make it back to your room without help.” He advised, feeling the weight of her.
She didn’t really want his help, not more than he’d already given, but she found herself leaning unsteadily into him, her face pressed against the smooth skin at his unbuttoned collar, slowly calmed by the drugs in her veins and the clean, warm scent of his skin.
(More...)
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