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Chloe didn't violently jerk awake or scream when she (finally, finally) woke up. She opened her eyes and stared at the bedroom wall, trying to convince herself she was home. She was safe. Her heart pounded in her chest, painfully, like it refused to beat in time. Joy was spooned against her from behind, a long line of heat pressed against Chloe from shoulders to thighs, but their legs weren't tangled.

It was easy to ease out of bed and silently walk to the bathroom. She was sick before she finally started sobbing, terrified, broken sounds as she curled against the bathroom floor.

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She had been sobbing for less than a minute before footsteps came up behind her. She shrieked, involuntarily, and scrambled around to face the intruder, shoving her back up against the tiles.

But it was only Joy, who froze where she stood, hands out and palms forward.

"Shh," she said, soothingly, and crouched until she was on Chloe's level. "Shh, it's okay, Chloe. It's all right, it's only me. Shh."

Chloe only managed a shaky croak, full of tears, before she either scrambled for Joy or pulled Joy to her. She half settled in Joy's lap and buried her face against Joy's shoulder, trying to stop crying and shaking so she could talk or say something, but she couldn't. She only wrapped her arms around Joy and breathed her in.

Joy was running a hand up and down her back, her other hand in Chloe's hair, and she made concerned and comforting, nonsense little sounds. Eventually, Chloe started to feel more at home and less sickenly scared.

"I had a bad dream," she said in a small, not quite recovered voice.

"It sounds like it," Joy said, still in that warm, soothing voice. "Do you want to talk about it, sweetie?"

"Someone kidnapped me." The words were barely a whisper, for how dry her mouth was. "He..." She doesn't know what to say. Chloe doesn't want to tell Joy about the knives, and fear, and pain, and the horrible feeling she had gotten when her dream self realized that nobody was coming to save her. "He hurt me," she decided, feeling like it said it completely and not at all.

"Oh, sweetie." Joy cuddled her close, all warm, soft skin on skin, and kissed the top of her head. "Poor love. What a horrible dream." She hesitated a moment, then added, "Do you want to come back to bed, or go sit on the couch? I'm sure it's much more comfortable than here."

"Bed," she answered quietly.

They climbed off the floor, and Chloe flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth out with water before they made their way back to the bed. Chloe pressed against Joy after they were curled together under the blankets, pressed chest to chest with their arms wrapped around each other and their legs tangled.

"I was so scared, Joy."

"I know," Joy murmured, dropping soft kisses along Chloe's hairline. "I know. Such an awful dream." She adjusted her arms around Chloe's shoulder to pull her closer. "You're here, though. You're safe. It's over."

Chloe silently nodded against Joy's skin, small shivers of fear running down her spine. "I know," she murmured after a minute, not truly feeling so. "It just felt real. And nobody found me." Her voice cracked on the last few words, tears burning behind her eyes again.

Joy scratched her fingers gently against Chloe's scalp, running her fingers through her hair. "You want to get a drink or something? Some water?"

"No." Chloe lightly kissed Joy and held her closer, her hands splayed over Joy's back. "I love you. I'm safe with you." That would be her mantra for now. "And it was just a stupid dream."

"Heh." Joy curled over her just a little. "You are safe with me, love. Always. I'm glad you know that."

She was glad to snuggle closer to Joy. "I always know that." She met Joy's eyes, managing a small, watery smile. "If anything, Boomer and Noah could find me."

Joy laughed at that, low and warm, and went on stroking her hair. "That's true. I've seen Boomer find astonishing things."

Chloe kissed her again, firmer this time, and slid a hand down Joy's back to rest on the curve of her hip. "He couldn't find anything more astonishing than you."

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