Title: Awakened By A Dream
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas /CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 21, Dream
Warning: on-going series
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide, gasping for breath.

The remnants of the dream were already fading away; he couldn't remember just what it had been about, but he knew that it had been a bad one.

Why else would he have awakened in a cold sweat, feeling that the bottom had dropped out of his life, unable to catch his breath for a few uncertain moments? He pressed a hand to his chest, wanting to feel his heart beat, to feel his lungs fill with air as he took a deep breath.

He looked over to the side, relieved to see that Ryan hadn't awakened. His boyfriend was still sleeping peacefully, one hand tucked under his cheek.

As long as Ryan was all right, then everything was good.

He didn't want the dream to come back to him; he didn't want to remember what it had been that had frightened him so much that he'd been forced to wake up.

It had something to do with Ryan, of that he was sure. For a moment, just a fleeting instant, he wanted to reach out and touch his boyfriend, to reassure himself that Ryan was indeed all right, that it had been just a dream and that nothing had happened to his love to cause him any anxiety.

But that was foolish, Greg admonished himself. Of course Ryan was okay. He was lying here sleeping, and he was even smiling in his sleep. He was just fine.

Sighing softly, Greg lay back down and closed his eyes, turning towards Ryan. He wanted to be in his lover's arms, wanted to be held and loved.

He wanted to hear Ryan's voice whispering to him, telling him that he was loved, chasing away any remnants of the bad dream that had so unsettled him. But at the same time, he didn't want to wake Ryan from what seemed to be a deep, peaceful sleep. His boyfriend needed his rest.

At the moment that the thought coalesced in his mind, Ryan opened his eyes. He smiled, a slow, lazy, sleepy smile that made Greg's heart turn over in his chest.

"Bad dream, baby?" he asked, his tone concerned.

Greg only nodded, moving into the other man's arms and sliding his own arms around Ryan's waist. He snuggled closer, feeling safe and happy.

Remnants of the dream came to him, but he resolutely pushed them away. There would be time enough to think about them when he was fully awake, when he and Ryan were ready to start their day. Then he could approach the dream with a clear head, and think about it objectively.

Right now, all he wanted to do was relax in Ryan's arms, holding on to the man he loved and being comforted and soothed in those strong arms.

The dream receded, to be replaced by a calm, peaceful sleep.

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