Summary: Catherine has the strangest dream...

Rating: K, G, Trainee

Notes: I really have no idea where this came from. I do, however, think it's quite fun, and I hope you do too!

Spoilers: Way to Go, Toe Tags (Very minor. If you've seen the preview, you're safe.)

Just a Dream

"Gil?"

Catherine's voice was puzzled, and it drew a concerned Gil from his sleep. He turned to look at his wife of a few short months, her strawberry blonde hair splayed out on the pillow, forming a halo of sorts around her face. Her features, though, were anything but peaceful as she lay there, recalling the events of her dream.

"What is it, Cath?"

She shifted around on the bed, and brought her eyes to meet his own in the dim room, propping herself up on an elbow.

"I just had the strangest dream...never mind. Go on back to sleep, it was nothing." Her voice was a bit sheepish, and Gil felt the worry melting away, to be replaced with his trademark inquisitiveness.

"'Nothing' doesn't get you this upset. What was it?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"I promise."

"I warn you, it was extremely weird."

"You know I live for all things abnormal."

"This is true." She sighed, grinning.

He shot her a look. "And the dream..." He prompted her.

"The dream, right." She paused for a few seconds, gathering her thoughts. "Well, in the beginning, I was sitting in the living room, trying to watch television, but nothing was on. I was flipping through all the channels, and all of the sudden the screen was fluorescent green, and then it faded to - Okay, this is where it gets weird - the morgue."

Gil blinked. "As in, our morgue?"

She nodded. "And then the bodies just sat up and started talking to each other."

"Definitely odd."

"I know. And I'm not even finished yet."

"Please continue."

"Well, after that...Are you sure you really want to know this part? It's disturbing."

"Don't stop now. You've sufficiently intrigued me."

"Well, I was still watching the screen - for some reason I tried to keep flipping channels, but it wouldn't let me - and the next this was..." She broke off, stifling a laugh. "Well, you were on a bed, wearing this horrendous blue Hawaiian print outfit..." Gil waited for what he was sure to be the climax. "...with Sara in the background in a bathrobe."

Gil drew back, horrified, and Catherine smiled at his reaction.

"You're making this up."

"I'm not, I swear! After that, it was this quick flash of scenes, and the only thing I could really see was that you had shaved."

Gil's hand moved of its own volition up to his chin, almost expecting to find smooth skin there, instead of the rough scratch of the beard he had had for the last three years.

"And, well, that's just about the end. Except..." Her voice trailed off, as if she didn't want to share the rest.

"Catherine? What is it?"

"Could I ask you a question?"

"Always."

"What are you doing on Thursdays at eight o'clock at night?"

He cocked an eyebrow. "Sleeping. With you, I might add. Why?"

Her voice was hesitant. "I don't know. After the last scene, I finally got the channel to flip, only to get stuck on another one...Have you ever heard of a Doctor McDreamy?"

"Not that I recall." Gil was mentally scratching his head, wondering where all this was going.

"Well...all they were talking about over, and over, was something about a Doctor McDreamy stealing our ratings."

"Ratings?"

"Yeah."

There were a few seconds of silence, before Gil shrugged dismissively. "It was just a dream."

"I know...but I just got this feeling. It all felt so real, you know?"

"Hmm. Well, dreams can be like that sometimes."

"Yeah, I guess...Well, goodnight, Gil."

"'Night, Cath."

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