Summary: Oz x Gil (OzBert). Nightmares always go away when you're with someone warm, right?

Note: Italicized: Oz's dream.

I hear… a voice. It's warm, like sunlight. It's both strong and vulnerable, tinged with sadness and anger.

"Oz! Oz!" A desperate cry of affection resounded in my ears.

My mouth yearned to speak, to calm the urgency of the mysterious figures cries. I tried- and failed- to raise my arm to caress the cheek of whoever was crying (my name?)

No, I am no one. I have nothing. I am nothing. I am a fake.

I felt something wet hit my face. It slid down my porcelain like skin and into my slightly parted lips. Salt water? No, tears? Yes, they were tears.

Why? Why are you crying? You don't have to cry.

My body was shaking. Is it an earthquake? No, it wasn't yet it felt like someone's world was being torn apart. (My name?) kept being repeated, this time more frequently, but at the same time getting even more distant.

I'm sorry… Gilbert. I thought as I started to drift off into an abyss of never ending darkness.

Oz woke up, startled and out of breath. "What was that just now?" he breathed, trying to adjust to the situation at hand. He looked to the side of his bed and was surprised to see Alice sleeping soundlessly beside him. 'She looks so peaceful when she's asleep compared to when she's awake.' Oz thought to himself as he chuckled. Then he looked towards the door that led to the balcony and found it slightly ajar.

The scent of smoke coming from outside also caught his attention. By the smell of it he knew that it was not a fire, but rather Gil's cigarette. Oz slipped off his blanket and covered Alice's sleeping form. Careful not to make much noise, for the fear of waking Alice, he slipped out of bed and made his way slightly over to the balcony. Oz looked at the door and took a deep breath. He pushed the door open and cringed when it creaked.

A strong and affectionate voice pierced the stillness of the night as he asked, "Couldn't sleep?" to the young Vessalius.

Oz looked up to see the smiling face of his servant, Gilbert Nightray. "Aa." Oz said in reply and he couldn't help the blush that spread over his face.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Gil asked in his kind and caring manner, a sad smile etched across his face.

Oz hesitated, debating whether or not to tell Gil, when Gil, noticing how Oz hesitated, hastily said, "Uh, never mind. It's okay if you don't want to tell me." Oz noticed how Gil had said, 'tell me' instead of 'talk about it.' Oz felt that the Nightray had taken his hesitation as a blow against their relationship.

Oz, however, was still grateful for the older man's statement. "It's okay, I want to tell Gil." Oz smiled his same goofy smile, but to Gil it was like the sun coming out on a rainy day.

Gil looked taken aback and he covered his mouth with his hands to hide his embarrassment.

"Oh yeah, why is Gil here?" Oz inquired, while cocking his head to the side. The young male made his way over to the side of the balcony where Gil was standing.

"B-because I had a nightmare." Gil said after a pause because he was hesitant in telling his master what was wrong. He was also painfully aware of the (very short) distance between Oz and himself.

"Poor Gil." Oz said, completely sincere.

"Anyways, Oz, what were you saying?" Gil hurried to say, desperately trying to get the subject off of him, feeling uncomfortable with where their conversation was headed.

"Oh. Well I had this dream, no rather a nightmare. I heard your voice, Gil." Oz said with a sad smile. "Eh? My voice? Why?" Gil asked his master, surprised that he was in Oz's nightmare. .

"I have no idea. But, Gil I think you were crying."

Gil was shocked to hear that statement come from his masters (perfect) lips. "Why?" Gil questioned.

"I-I think I died." Oz said, with no hint of being sad. He had already processed the information and had already accepted it. Besides, it was only a dream.

Gil was taken aback by the young man's words. "You what?!" Gil exclaimed, of course he was entirely worried about the blonde, not grasping that he was not in any real danger. "That's so typical of you, Gil." Oz said, not realizing that he had said it out loud.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh- eh, I-" Oz said, fumbling for words as he realized that he had said it out loud.

Gil's lips upturned into a smile. "Never mind." He took another drag of his cigarette.

Oz wondered aloud what Gil had dreamt about. Gil sputtered and said in return, "It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does! ~" Oz said in his sing song voice.

Gil sighed in defeat. "Fine." He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking. "Itwasaboutyourbecomingofageceremony." Gil said quickly, not pausing for breath.

Oz, however, had heard what Gil had said. With a look of sadness on his face Oz said, "That's in the past now. We'll just worry about the future, okay?"

Gil felt better after hearing those few words from his precious master. "Aa." Gil muttered in response.

"Ne, Gil, why don't we go back to bed?" Oz whispered to the man beside him. He kept his face neutral of emotion, however inside of him was turmoil.

Gil looked at his master in slight surprise, but found him to be looking anywhere but him. Gil's lips upturned into a small smile as he whispered back, "I'd love to."

Oz looked Gil in the eye and smiled. "Let's go then Gil~." Gil nodded his response as the duo made their way back to bed. Oz intertwined his fingers with those of his best friend. Said best friend was trying very hard not to let his blush show. They crawled into bed, with Oz in the middle of the still sleeping Alice and the very blushing Gilbert.

"Gil… can you wrap your arms around me?" Oz innocently whispered. This innocent question did nothing to help Gil's blush, as it had turned 50 shades redder instead. "A-aa." Gil replied back. His arms slowly made their way around the young boy's body. Oz snuggled closer into the older man's embrace and sighed in content. "Thank you Gil~"

"You're welcome, Oz."

You're warm, Gil. Now I can sleep.

A/N: That was a terrible ending! I just wanted to post it because I've been writing this on and off for AN ENTIRE YEAR. Also, I'm sorry for not updating 'Forbidden Love'! I just- I- ugh- have MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK. So, I here's this little one-shot as compensation (it's not that good, sorry).