I snapped my eyes open and found Ian's worried face next to me, his hands shaking my body frantically.
"What..." I mumbled, still halfway between dream and reality.
"You were having a nightmare," he explained, releasing my shoulders.
"I was..." I shook my head, driving away the drowsy sensation, and propped myself up onto my elbows. "Buffy. I saw Buffy," I said, her name ending in a whisper.
"Yeah," he sighed, "I heard you calling her."
I paused, looking at the dark velvet skies through the tall window across the room. "How long did I sleep?"
"Not that much, about half an hour."
I shifted my body, dragging my legs off the loveseat, until I was sitting. I looked at him. He was a few inches away from me, his body in a half-kneeling position. The compassion softening the planes of his
