Can cook but can't sleep - OTA (nudge to Fred)

[hunt_the_devil]

*Retreating to the one place John knew he could get on and do something practical, he now stood in the mess hall prepping several chickens ready for the team to eat. A large mug of coffee was within easy grasp as John yawned, pausing in his work

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[seesitall]

Molly arrived in the kitchen shortly after John and set about making rolls to accompany the chicken. Rolls, mashed potatoes and some kind of vegetable. She wasn't sure which, though. Not that she needed to decide right away.

She glanced up at John from where she'd been washing dishes, tilting her head and frowning slightly.

"Are you alright, dear?"

[hunt_the_devil]

He didn't want to admit that he'd nearly fallen asleep on his feet so instead John reached for his mug of coffee and took a large mouthful. He sighed setting the mug down and coming to stand by Molly so he could wash his hands.

"Just feelin' rather tired. I ain't been sleepin' properly since we got here."

[seesitall]

Molly smiled slightly, grabbing a towel and holding onto it until John needed something to dry his hands off with. She was concerned for her friend. That much was evident in the way she watched his face.

"Something bothering you?" she asked, leaning on the counter and crossing her arms over her chest.

She had her own reasons why she wasn't sleeping well but they weren't important at the moment.

[hunt_the_devil]

He didn't want to sound like he was moaning but John was getting kinda desperate about the need to tell someone and off load his stress about his disturbed sleep. Taking the towel and leaning back against the counter beside Molly John threw the towel watching it land perfectly on the opposite counter in a heap

"I know you won't go tellin' no-one but it's Fred. He's been waking up in the middle of the night yellin' an' hollerin' in his sleep. I can't tell what he is sayin' cause..."

Now this was the awkward part. It was a little bit like telling someone you slept walked or wet the bed at night. Something personal and that made John feel vulnerable.

"When he wakes me up I keep teleportin' outta camp."

[un_move_able]

Fred jolted awake, his heart pounding and his bed covers clinging to him from the sweat. Waking up in the dark from a nightmare was never a comforting experience, and after the recent move, he was not yet used to awaking in his new room. Sometimes he would believe for a brief moment that the team had been captured or abducted

[hunt_the_devil]

John was still working away in the kitchen, he was tempted to sleep in the Rec room but no doubt Stryker would kick up a fuss and it would cause more trouble for Fred and that wasn't what a decent friend did.

He was distracted as he mashed up the potatoes and dished things so that they could be stored for tomorrow. Barely concealing a yawn John leant against the counter tempted to make another cup of coffee.

[un_move_able]

Wraith looked like someone had tossed hims around like a ragdoll. Fred hated to think of the obvious reason by his friend appeared so exhausted.

"Hey," he greeted him tentatively.

[hunt_the_devil]

John looked up, mid yawn and gestured at his friend a hello.

"Hey. You sleep alright buddy?"

Covering the large tray of mash John lifted it and slotted it into the huge fridge.

"You want a cookie? I made some using up some of that porridge mix that Stryker bulk ordered. Can't promise they'll taste any good mind you."