LINKED- a Philkas one shot

LINKED

He towers over the bed, peering under it, searching for Philip. My Philip. I grab the frying pan and throw the closet door open.

Or... I try. The door doesn't open. My feet won't move. The man cocks his gun and Philip cries out. I scream.

Lukas jerks awake, breathing rapid, shallow breaths. Philip stirs beside him and opens his eyes. "Lukas?" He whispers groggily, rubbing his eyes. "You okay? It's three a.m."

"Nightmare," Lukas mumbles and lays back down.

"I thought you weren't having them anymore." Philip's brow furrows in concern and Lukas sighs, rubbing his face.

"I wasn't," Lukas lies. If anything, they had gotten worse. He had just gotten better at hiding them.

He didn't want to feel like a burden.

Philip presses a kiss to Lukas's forehead and stands up. "What are you doing?"

"Making tea."

"Philip..." Lukas whines and Philip rolls his eyes, grinning his dopey grin.

"Lukas," Philip mocks in the same whiny tone. "Sorry, babe. Tea helps calm the nerves," he explains and Lukas sighs. "And it helps you go to sleep. I'm not just making it for you. And I'm already awake, so..."

"Fine," Lukas grumbles and starts to sit up again. Philip walks over to him and kisses him softly, smiling at him.

"Does it still hurt?" Philip whispers and Lukas shrugs.

"Sometimes."

"Does it hurt now?"

"A little," Lukas admits hesitantly and Philip frowns. "It isn't that bad; it's more of a cramp, really."

"All right," Philip says unsurely and Lukas nods.

Philip kisses him again and walks into the kitchen. Lukas sighs and pushes himself off the bed, grunting with effort. He goes into the bathroom and locks the door behind him. He can't breathe. He runs his fingers through his hair, damp with cold sweat. "Lukas?" Philip calls and Lukas frowns. "Where are you?"

"B-bathroom. I'll be out in a second!" Lukas stammers. He bites his lip and lifts up his shirt, grimacing as he sees the gunshot wound. He takes his shirt off and walks into the kitchen. Philip smiles when he sees him, kisses him softly as he hands him a mug of tea.

"You okay?" He inquires and Lukas nods, staring at the bottom of the mug.

"Yeah, I'm good." Philip slowly nods and they sit down on the bed. Philip takes his phone out and starts playing the mix he made for them. "Hey..."

"What's up?" Philip asks, biting his upper lip.

"Nothing. I just, uh... wanted to say that I love you. Haven't said that for a few hours."

"I love you, too," Philip chuckles and rests his head on Lukas's shoulder. "I'm sorry you're having nightmares again."

"It's just the same one," Lukas tells him in a soft voice. "The one where I can't save you. I just stand there and watch him shoot you."

Philip kisses him softly and sighs, staring up at him and studying his face. "Drink your tea."

***

Lukas wakes up at 1 p.m. "Shit!"

"Helen called in and said I was sick. Bo said you were sick, too. It's fine, Lukas," Philip says from the living room. He's splayed out on the couch watching SpongeBob. Lukas nods and gingerly gets off the bed, wincing.