The Bodyguard|Sebastian Stan

Nightmares

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      Sebastian turned his body to face me, and I turned my head to look up at him with a smile.

"Y/n?" he asked.

"Hey, boss" I smiled. His face lit up and he threw his arms around me in for a hug.

"Ow." I chuckled feeling pain in my side.

"I'm sorry." Worry filled Sebastian's Voice.

"It's fine." I said, wrapping my arms around his waist. I pressed my face to his chest not wanting to let go. I looked up to see his face butterflies filled my stomach as he slowly leaned down, brushing his lips against mine, kissing me for the first time.

"I love you, Y/n. I should have told you before, but I was too stupid." I felt him chuckle.

"Yeah, you were." I smiled and kissed him again.

"Come on, let's go." He said taking me by the waist and leading me out of the crowd.

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We went back to the hotel were he was staying with Anthony, still wearing my fake hair and glasses.
Sebastian opened the door, letting me in first, I was greeted by a confused Anthony.

"Hey, Mackie" I smiled.

I watched as his expression changed when he realized it was me, he quickly got to his feet, running to hug me.

"Your'e okay." Mackie said as he hugged me, it sounded as if he was reassuring himself instead of telling me.

"Wait, how are you here and there at the same time?" Mackie pulled away, "They said it was live."

Sebastian laughed coming up from behind me and putting his arm around my waist and walking me to the couch.

"Yeah, that's not me." I said pointing at the tv, "I'm hurt you cant tell the difference." I dramatically put one hand on my chest.

"Yeah I figured that much. What's with the getup." Mackie gestured to my wig and sunglasses.

"Oh because apparently, going undercover, means dressing up as Romanoff." I laughed as we sat down.

"You could be Romanoff." Anthony smiled widely, "You kick ass like Black Widow."

"That's the best complement I've ever gotten." I smiled as Anthony and Sebastian laughed.

I took off my sunglasses and wig after a few minutes of silence as they watched the interview. I let my short hair fall to my shoulders as u folded the glasses in my hands and looked back up at the TV.

"I guess she looks a bit like me.. ish..."

They both looked at me as I met their shocked expressions.

"That bad huh?" I asked as I tossed the wig and glasses beside me. Sebastian looked at me with his sad blue eyes as he saw my face for the first time.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, "Like, are you really okay?"

"I'm really, seriously, okay." I smiled, "Don't worry about me, it will heal."

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They kept the interview of the fake me on, I could honestly care less what she had to say, I wasn't paying attention. She finished talking and they cut back to the clip which caught my attention.

I saw myself on screen, tied up, bloody, and helpless, the fact that I was a woman in that situation had made an uproar across the states.

The TV shut off suddenly, I glanced at Sebastian and saw the remote in his hand. His other arm around me and my head on his shoulder.
It was already dark outside,

"Well, I can tell when I'm no longer needed," Anthony got to his feet, "Good night, guys." I saw Anthony give Sebastian a look of concern as he walked past us to his room.

"Are you hungry or anything?" Sebastian asked.

"I'm just tired." I said. He helped me up off the couch and took me to one of the rooms. He got the bed ready for me while I went to the bathroom and changed into a shirt and shorts to sleep in.

I carefully put the shirt over the bandage on my side, another bullet wound.
Another scar for my vast collection.

"Sweet dreams, love." Sebastian whispered as he helped me into bed, kissing my forehead as he puled the covers up for me. He turned off the light and was at the doorway about to leave. 

Stan?" I called out to him in the dark.

"Yeah?" I heard his voice.

"...Would you mind... spending the night here?" I asked shyly.

"Yeah." I heard him say, he closed the door, walked to the other side of the bed and got under the covers with me, he put his arm around me and I laid my head on his warm chest.

"I was so worried about you." he said softly.

"I missed you." I said listening to his heart beat.

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I saw the explosion, the men holding the guns to my head, my men dead on the ground, one of the men's faces morphed into Sebastian.

I woke up with a jolt, opening my eyes to the darkness.
I was back in the small dark room.

I sat up quickly scooting back until I hit the wall of the dirt room, I screamed as pain shot through my side. I felt something move next to me, panic washed through me as I tried to get away.

The light turned on, I scanned the room, dissoriented, seconds passed as I realized I was in the hotel room with Sebastian, my back pressed against the bed's headboard.

"Hey, hey, you're okay." Sebastian wrapped his arm around me, "You're okay." He assured me, taking me in his arms.

I clutched my wound with my left hand, with my right I hung on to his shirt.

"Let me see." Sebastian lifted my hand off my wound, blood was already soaking my shirt.

"What happened?" Anthony asked loudly as he burst through the door, "I heard screaming, are you okay?"

"She ripped through her stitches." Sebastian answered Anthony, "I gotta take you to the hospital."

"It was just a nightmare, I'm sorry." I said, surprised to find tears streaming down my face, I looked away from their worried expressions as I quickly tried to wipe the tears away.

I must have looked crazy.

Published: July 29, 2015
Republished: June 23, 2016