Dreams and Nightmares/PG-13/Joick
Title: Dreams and Nightmares
Rating: PG-13 'cause I almost cried writing this.
Summary: He hates dreaming because it only brings more pain but he wishes that he could sleep all the time because that way he'd never be away from him.
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Warnings: Emotionally unstable!Joe, character death, angsty people D:
Author Notes: I really hate writing sad stories, and angst, but for some strange reason it's so much easier to write. *Sigh* I hope you guys like it <3
The room is pitch black and the only sound is labored breathing. His hands are clutching the sheets and his eyes are open wide in fear, sweat lines his hairline and flashes of the dream run through his frazzled mind.
He nearly starts crying from said flashes. He curls up onto his side and lets out shaky breaths, his fingers are digging into his arms and then the tears fall. His heart is breaking even more and he doesn't know if he can handle it...
"Nick.." he whimpers, he's still wide awake and he wish he would go back to sleep. The dream he was having was not bad, it was just way too realistic for his tastes. Every freckle, every mole, every smile was an exact replica.
His laugh rung like a bell and his eyes shone with life, his hands were warm and soft. His body was lithe and molded to his just like how he remembers. His hair was soft, same color, same texture... he even remembers the smells.
Joe gets up and slowly walks over to Kevin's room. He cautiously opens the door and bites his lips when he sees that his older brother is asleep, he hates waking him up but he needs someone for mental support. He walks over and gently pokes Kevin's shoulder.
"Kevin... Kev... Keviiin..."
Said brother groans and rubs his eyes, he looks up to see Joe's tear-stained, worry filled face and lifts up the covers for him to come in. His little brother clings to him and shuts his eyes, inhaling Kevin's scent and letting his body heat flood to his own.
"Was it the same dream?" Kevin whispers, wrapping a protective arm around Joe's trembling figure, he knows how much pain his brother goes through and he hates seeing it happen... it's been months, almost a year, and he hasn't improved at all.
He looks down at Joe and sadness washes over him suddenly, pulling at his heart.
"Yes... Kevin, I can't handle this..." Kevin's jaw tightens for a moment, eyes stern with love, fear, and agony. "Yes you can, your strong, you can do it. I know you can, he wouldn't want you to be like this, you know. I bet he's chiding you right now."
Joe almost smiles at Kevin's comment, he's so thankful that Kevin knew about him and Nick, if he didn't, he'd have to go through this all by himself and he knows he would've died of a broken heart by now. None of them ever saw it coming, Nick took such good care of himself, always checking his blood sugar and fixing what needed to fixed as soon as he could.
So when he was admitted into the hospital, then went into a diabetic coma, none of them could believe it was happening. For weeks, Joe sat by Nick's motionless figure, praying with all his heart that his beloved brother would wake up and all would be well again.
But that never happened, he was on life support and when the doctor told his parents that his condition wasn't improving and was, in fact, deteriorating, they pulled the plug.
Joe was upset, he still was. Even though Nick's body was frail, thin, and nothing was the same, he was still there. Joe could still touch his skin, his hair, and feel his heart beat. Ever since Nick passed, the middle Jonas had been having dreams about him. Well, they were more like memories and everything was enhanced twofold; and it tore him apart more and more every time.
They were simple, wether they were of Nick laughing, or Nick saying something to him-even his voice sounded the same-he woke up tense and scared witless, then be thrown into an intense episode of depression, and it would all start again the next day.
Luckily, he had Kevin to help him, he didn't know what he would do without Kevin. His older brother that was always caring, patient and protective... he's what kept Joe alive, really. Eventually, Joe's crying turned into quiet sniffles and then he was sleeping, still clutching to Kevin's form like his life depended on it, because it did in an odd way.
Now, to Kevin, he wouldn't be upset to this degree if he knew that he brother would not go through the same thing again tomorrow, but he knew that was going to happen.
He wouldn't be this distressed if he knew that, someday, his younger brother would find peace.
Rating: PG-13 'cause I almost cried writing this.
Summary: He hates dreaming because it only brings more pain but he wishes that he could sleep all the time because that way he'd never be away from him.
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Warnings: Emotionally unstable!Joe, character death, angsty people D:
Author Notes: I really hate writing sad stories, and angst, but for some strange reason it's so much easier to write. *Sigh* I hope you guys like it <3
The room is pitch black and the only sound is labored breathing. His hands are clutching the sheets and his eyes are open wide in fear, sweat lines his hairline and flashes of the dream run through his frazzled mind.
He nearly starts crying from said flashes. He curls up onto his side and lets out shaky breaths, his fingers are digging into his arms and then the tears fall. His heart is breaking even more and he doesn't know if he can handle it...
"Nick.." he whimpers, he's still wide awake and he wish he would go back to sleep. The dream he was having was not bad, it was just way too realistic for his tastes. Every freckle, every mole, every smile was an exact replica.
His laugh rung like a bell and his eyes shone with life, his hands were warm and soft. His body was lithe and molded to his just like how he remembers. His hair was soft, same color, same texture... he even remembers the smells.
Joe gets up and slowly walks over to Kevin's room. He cautiously opens the door and bites his lips when he sees that his older brother is asleep, he hates waking him up but he needs someone for mental support. He walks over and gently pokes Kevin's shoulder.
"Kevin... Kev... Keviiin..."
Said brother groans and rubs his eyes, he looks up to see Joe's tear-stained, worry filled face and lifts up the covers for him to come in. His little brother clings to him and shuts his eyes, inhaling Kevin's scent and letting his body heat flood to his own.
"Was it the same dream?" Kevin whispers, wrapping a protective arm around Joe's trembling figure, he knows how much pain his brother goes through and he hates seeing it happen... it's been months, almost a year, and he hasn't improved at all.
He looks down at Joe and sadness washes over him suddenly, pulling at his heart.
"Yes... Kevin, I can't handle this..." Kevin's jaw tightens for a moment, eyes stern with love, fear, and agony. "Yes you can, your strong, you can do it. I know you can, he wouldn't want you to be like this, you know. I bet he's chiding you right now."
Joe almost smiles at Kevin's comment, he's so thankful that Kevin knew about him and Nick, if he didn't, he'd have to go through this all by himself and he knows he would've died of a broken heart by now. None of them ever saw it coming, Nick took such good care of himself, always checking his blood sugar and fixing what needed to fixed as soon as he could.
So when he was admitted into the hospital, then went into a diabetic coma, none of them could believe it was happening. For weeks, Joe sat by Nick's motionless figure, praying with all his heart that his beloved brother would wake up and all would be well again.
But that never happened, he was on life support and when the doctor told his parents that his condition wasn't improving and was, in fact, deteriorating, they pulled the plug.
Joe was upset, he still was. Even though Nick's body was frail, thin, and nothing was the same, he was still there. Joe could still touch his skin, his hair, and feel his heart beat. Ever since Nick passed, the middle Jonas had been having dreams about him. Well, they were more like memories and everything was enhanced twofold; and it tore him apart more and more every time.
They were simple, wether they were of Nick laughing, or Nick saying something to him-even his voice sounded the same-he woke up tense and scared witless, then be thrown into an intense episode of depression, and it would all start again the next day.
Luckily, he had Kevin to help him, he didn't know what he would do without Kevin. His older brother that was always caring, patient and protective... he's what kept Joe alive, really. Eventually, Joe's crying turned into quiet sniffles and then he was sleeping, still clutching to Kevin's form like his life depended on it, because it did in an odd way.
Now, to Kevin, he wouldn't be upset to this degree if he knew that he brother would not go through the same thing again tomorrow, but he knew that was going to happen.
He wouldn't be this distressed if he knew that, someday, his younger brother would find peace.