Just One

Author's Note: Just a little thing I came up with when I was trying to get to sleep. Could take place in any of the books (after Nightlife, anyway…). No spoilers.

Disclaimers: You don't want to even get me start on what would happen if I owned this series. It all belongs to Rob Thurman, who is amazing.

Warnings: *shrugs* Implied stuff?

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Just One

There was something to be said about dreams. There were good ones and bad ones and Caliban Leandros always managed to have the bad ones. Ones that attacked his brain and made him whimper, made him remember.

Tonight Cal was crying. At least, he thought he was…and really, he hoped he wasn't. The last time had filled his crying quota, thank you very much. And he didn't feel like explaining himself to Niko.

So…he was probably crying, but he wasn't sure because there were tears on George's face. His shaking arms were the only thing keeping him up. George was smiling and shaking too, but she didn't have to worry about falling because she was already lying down. She was moving her lips but Cal didn't understand, and she was touching his face. Her hair was a mess and her eyes heavy.

Yes, there certainly was something to say about dreams. Cal wasn't sure if this was one or not, but…if it was, it was nice. Peaceful.

His dream self's arms gave out and collapsed from underneath him. His face met something soft that smelt like George. He sucked in a greedy breath, memorizing it.

It should have been a nightmare. Caliban Leandros always had nightmares. Why shouldn't this one be any different?

"Can't you have just one, Caliban?" George's voice was soft, and her fingers on his bare back even softer.

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In the morning, Niko didn't comment on how relaxed his little brother had looked when he had checked in on him in the middle of the night. Nor how he had been smiling.

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Author's Note: I had to fulfill my CalxGeorge dreams somehow.