***So this has been on my computer for two weeks now, and it's just now out for the world to see. I didn't feel like updating anything huge after I got off work, so I just edited this. Voila.

I feel like I've done a lot of scenes lately where Jay and Nya end up in the same bed or sleeping area, but that's just what I have inspiration for right now LOL

Also, you all have seen the post S6 trope where Jaya has nightmares about Nadakhan, right? Well, this is similar, but it's during S6 (in canon). This is right before Jay and Nya leave for the lighthouse. I imagine the police getting them a hotel room in this oneshot, and they're guarding it like nobody's business. You need a good night's rest to fight evil.

Fun fact: This isn't the first time I've written about Jaya being in a hotel. I wrote a hotel Jaya scene (for "Under the Lights") back in August during my first time having my own hotel room (I'm nineteen LOL). That was an interesting experience...and I will eventually post that scene :P***

***(Nya's POV)***

I'm awoken to the sound of whimpering – high-pitched, frightened whimpering, like that of a dog trying to wake you up when it really has to pee at night.

What the heck?

My training takes over and my eyes snap open to see...it's just Jay and me.

It's always just Jay and me. We're the only two left. Everyone else has been trapped in the soul-encapsulating sword of an evil Djinn.

But I'm not going to freak out. Something tells me that between Jay and me, I'm the strong one right now. Him?

Well, ever since he got off Nadakhan's ship, he's either been babbling nonstop about how worried he is about the team, reminding me at random intervals that he's still very much in love with me, or...disturbingly quiet.

I'd rather him recount all the ups and downs of our former romance than be this quiet. It's not normal for him, and it makes me wonder...what did Nadakhan do to him?

I slide out of my bed in our joint hotel suite. The police have this place surrounded, just in case Nadakhan strikes, but he hasn't. Yet. I imagine he'll be looking for us within the next twenty-four hours, though.

I hate to admit it, but that scares me.

But I have more pressing matters right now – matters like waking up Jay, whose whimpers have escalated to full on pleas for mercy.

Oh, when I get my hands on Nadakhan, I'm so going to wring his –

Okay, focus, Nya. This isn't about that black-hearted Djinn right now.

I stay a safe distance of about a foot from Jay's bed. I don't want him to wake up and swing a fist at me because he's so disoriented. I mean, he can still shock me from this distance, but I'm not leaving him asleep.

"Jay?" I say quietly.

He doesn't stir.

I flip on the lamp next to his bed, feeling a jolt of static electricity run up my hand. Something tells me that Jay's element is volatile right now, something I shouldn't touch.

"Stay away," he begs in an agonized tone. "Just – just stay away!"

Oh, gosh. I hate seeing him like this.

"Jay?" I say a little more loudly. "Jay, wake up."

"Stop," he whispers. "Stop!" His voice ends on a sob.

I bite my lip – it's not as though I can touch him right now. I'd probably be jolted with electricity into next week.

I instead spot his glass of water on the nightstand. I use my element to gently draw it out and – lightly – splash him in the face.

His eyes snap open right as he cries out. "Don't – don't touch me!" His eyes blink rapidly, indicating his confusion and wariness.

I bend down beside his bed. "It's just me."

He shakes his head. "Who – Nya, they got you, too?! Oh my gosh, you can't let – "

"Jay, we're safe. We're not on Nadakhan's ship anymore. We're in a hotel, surrounded by the police."

His eyes begin to clear, and his form sags against his pillow. "I – I'm sorry I woke you. It was nothing."

"Jay, tell me right now what happened on that ship. You're always happy to talk about whatever's going on in your life, and right now, the only time you talk about your experience with Nadakhan is while you're sleeping." I plop down on the edge of his bed.

"I-it's nothing," he repeats, closing his eyes.

"Look, you're being – "

I stop in my tracks and take a deep breath.

Jay would want me to appeal to his emotions.

Which means I have to be vulnerable. Oh, goody.

But he's worth it, so I guess I'll try.

Cautiously, I inch my way toward him on the bed. He rolls over to get away from my knowing look.

I move even closer until we're just a few inches apart.

"Jay?" I ask softly, placing my hand on his arm.

"I can't talk about this, Nya," he sniffs. "Go back to bed, okay?"

"Not yet. Jay, I" – I bite my lip – "I'm really concerned about you. We're friends." It still hurts to remember that.

"Nya, you don't need to know what happened with Nadakhan, okay? I don't want to recount it, and I don't want you to be worried about me."

"I already am," I sigh. "Jay, what if I want to know what I'll be up against? Just in case I end up on Misfortune's Keep?"

He rolls over, his eyes determined. "That's not going to happen, Nya. I won't let it."

The intensity of his eyes makes my heart skip a beat. And our sudden closeness...my breath hitches at it.

He seems to notice, and desire fills his gaze. His hand stretches out to touch my face and revel in every feature, and I inhale sharply as it comes to rest on my cheek.

But he shakes it off and scoots a few inches back, respecting that we're not romantic partners anymore.

Disappointment flushes through me, but I swallow it back. "Jay...I...can protect myself, you know."

"I do! It's not about that, Nya – not about you not being able to take care of yourself. Believe me, I hear you say that in my sleep these days."

"You also hear the laughter of a certain evil Djinn. Jay, please just tell me what's going on! I only want to help you!" My voice comes out...frustrated.

Jay shakes his head. "You won't let me help you – you obviously don't want my protection or emotional support. Why should I return the favor?"

I blanch.

Well, dang.

I didn't think Jay could give a burn that bad. But then, he's right, isn't he?

My cheeks flush, and embarrassed, I roll over on my other side, crossing my arms. He doesn't get to see my reaction.

We don't speak for several minutes. In fact, I keep track of the time on the hotel alarm clock positioned next to his lamp. Six full minutes pass.

He finally sighs. "Uh...Nya, are you...not, um, going to climb back in your bed?"

"I will. After you apologize."

"I apologize a lot. Maybe you should try it this time."

That makes me roll over so he has to face me head-on. "Excuse me?"

He takes a deep breath. "Maybe...maybe...you should apologize to...to me, for once? I admit that I haven't been the best of friends to you lately, but...I said I was sorry for that back at the police station. It's your turn, Nya."

I shake my head, scoffing. "You – you think you can just..." Call me out, and be...right about it?

He releases a puff of warm air right in my face, his eyes annoyed. "Forget what I said, Nya. I'm sorry I offended you, okay? Now please, just go get some rest. You look exhausted." He closes his eyes and rolls over. "Good night."

I open my mouth, then close it.

I forgot this was about Jay and his nightmares. I made it all about...us. Or, rather, all about me.

Dang it, I'm so selfish.

I wiggle toward the edge of his bed, then slide off and turn off his lamp. His body relaxes as I leave.

He tenses right up again when I crawl my way back over to him.

"What are you doing?" he asks cautiously.

"Going to sleep. Stop hogging the blankets, would you?" I feel my cheeks heat at my bold move.

"You have your own bed," he points out.

"Soto was right when he said you state the obvious." I gently tug on Jay's comforter.

He doesn't let go of his blankets. "Okay, whatever. But why are you in my bed?"

"Because..." Because we dated for two years, and I know just having somebody close to you brings you comfort. "Because I'm...cold?"

"Then turn up the thermostat."

I bite my lip. "I think, um, while you were having your nightmare, your elemental power spiked and...and you zapped the thermostat controls. It doesn't work anymore." That was lamer than lame.

"Nya, if I zapped the thermostat, I can electrocute you, too. You don't want to be anywhere near me if my power's volatile."

I stifle an eyeroll. "You aren't going to shock me, Jay."

"And how do you figure that?"

Because I know having someone close helps keep his nightmares at bay and thus helps control his element. We did date for two years, after all.

I say instead, "Because when you start to panic, you'll make enough noise that I'll wake up and stop you before I get zapped.""

"Nya – "

I crawl all the way under his covers, snuggling right up against him. I try not to disturb his bruised and broken body.

He lets out an emotional sigh, all the fight leaving him. He turns toward me, gingerly wrapping me in his sore arms. "Th-thank you."

"It's okay." Don't electrocute me, please.

"You m-mean a lot to me, Nya." He chokes on the words, and I know he's on the verge of tears.

"I know. And, um, thanks for...sticking with me through this mess." I swallow hard.

He's quiet for a moment, then whispers, "Apology accepted."

He knows me too well.

Our breathing mingles in the dark room, and I try not to think of how this is the closest we've been in a long time – in years.

But despite those chaotic feelings, we both drift off in a matter of minutes. We're warm, safe, and together, and that's enough.

***Ta-da LOL Hope you liked my take on this!

Anyone have fun hotel stories to share?***