Summary: The O'Connell's, Jonathan and Jenny his new wife, an American, are living very happy lives. However, Evy's old boyfriend, Jack, isn't. Ever since she left him, he has had and been nothing. He wants his life back and he'll do anything to get it!
Disclaimer: I only own Jenny, Jack and Lisa…the rest belongs to Mr. Stephen Sommers.
Rating: PG-13 (R?) for lots of violence, a little language, a little adult/sexual content. It just depends on your opinion.
Author's Note: Reviews are greatly appreciated! Please go easy, it's my first fanfic. I've had ideas for a while but this is the first one I've actually written. I have a lot more of ideas, so let me know if you like this one and if you do, I'll work on writing more stories! Please review! ENJOY!
Chapter One: Dreams
Evy stirred and moaned in her sleep, which awoke Rick. He looked at the clock on the small table next to his side of the bed. It read: 2:28am, the same time that it had read every night Evy woke him up. He waited for her to calm down, like she usually did, but this time she didn't. She just got worse and reached her hand out about to slap Rick across the face. He grabbed her hand before she could reach him. She still slept, struggling to get away from him. She shouted at him, "Let go of me, you basterd! Let go!" Rick let go of her as she pulled back from him and she fell out of bed, waking her up. "Ow! Why am I down here?" she asked, confused. Rick looked over the edge of the bed.
"You fell out of bed."
"Well, I figured that much." she said, looking at him with that 'duh' look on her face.
"You were dreaming, again, and you almost slapped me, again. What do you keep dreaming about that makes you do that?" he asked, concerned. He expected to hear something about their past expeditions to Egypt. But that's not what he got.
"Actually, um, I don't remember." she lied. She got up and got back under the covers.
"How can you not remember almost killing me? Three nights in a row!" he said, getting a little frustrated at her stubbornness.
"I didn't almost kill you! I just…never mind. I'm going back to sleep." she snapped, and closed her eyes. Rick couldn't take it anymore.
"Evy? Evy, I know you're not asleep. Look at me, we need to talk."
"We can talk in the morning." she replied, her eyes still closed.
"No, Evy, we need to talk now. I'm tired of not knowing what is wrong with you, and I'm starting to get concerned." he said. Now Evy was getting angry. She sat up quickly and said,
"There is nothing wrong with me! I dream, just like everyone else. It's nothing unusual! And you need to stop worrying so much! I'm fine. It'll pass. It always does." She was now staring at him.
"What do you mean 'it always does'?" he asked, starting to get concerned. Evy searched for an answer. She didn't want him to know that she's had these dreams before. And she didn't want to talk about why she had them.
"I mean, it will pass just like it has these past three nights." she lied.
"But that's just it, these dreams won't pass because they just keep coming back and I don't want you to have to go through this every night." he said, trying to get her to come out and tell him what was going on in her head.
"Rick, there's nothing I can do, and if I tell you, there will be nothing you can do to get these dreams to go away. So why try?"
"Because I'm not going to believe nothing can be done about it until I at least try to help!" He was getting more frustrated. He figured that if he couldn't get anything out of her, then he would just go to her brother tomorrow. He would know what was going on. And if he tried to get out of it, well, Rick would make sure that wouldn't happen. He wanted to know what was going on with his wife. "But, I guess I understand if you don't want to talk about it." he said, knowing that he was going to find out tomorrow.
"Good, because I don't. Now if you don't mind, I'm going back to sleep." And with that, she lay back down and went to sleep.
