Okay, so here's my first Eleventh Hour fic. I figure somebody has to add to the meager collection. I couldn't remember everything exactly and I already deleted it from my DVR. So I looked on and was lucky enough to find the quote (when Hood woke up the next morning). The italicized part was thanks to a youtube clip of the hallucination. So, hope it's close enough to what was actually said.
Anyhoo, when I saw the episode I had the thought of a second meaning to Hood's question in the morning. So here it is.
"Rachel, did I do anything or say anything, you know, weird last night?" A big part of him was truly curious- what kind of things might he have said while hallucinating? There was another part of him though- a smaller, not so open part of him- that wanted (no, needed) to know if he'd done anything to hurt her. That's how he really wanted to phrase his question. He almost had too, but he chickened out at the last minute, blaming his fuzzy state of mind. Instead he fell back on a lame filler phrase- "you know"- and weird was the word that actually made it out of his mouth.
He wondered if Rachel noticed the change, or if she could read the real meaning behind his question. Her answer didn't satisfy that curiosity, though it did assure him that he hadn't done anything too unusual or bad.
"Not really, except for the break dancing. It's nice to have you back, Hood." He could see relief in her eyes. He couldn't really remember anything from last night, but there was one thing that managed to break through the haze.
"Rachel? Rachel? I'm not alone?"
"No. No, you're not."
"I'm not alone."
His wife's death had obviously left a huge hole in his life, but he didn't know just how deep his loneliness ran. He'd gotten so good at convincing others he wasn't in such bad shape that he'd managed to make himself believe it as well. It took a hallucination to uncover his deepest fear- being alone. Somehow, Rachel had managed to break through his delusion and show his subconscious that he was not alone. She may be his F.B.I. handler, but she was also something more. She was his friend, and he was not alone.
Hood's mind quickly moved back to the present and he remembered what Rachel had just said. It's nice to have you back.
"Thank you." There was a double meaning for that, too. "Good to be back." And it was. Especially when you know someone's there for you.
Okay, lame finish. (Lame story?) Anyway, I have possible blueprints for Rachel's take on it. If you wanna see it, let me know. If you don't tell me, I might not put it up. (Then again I might anyway. Depends on what the little writer in my brain wants to do. He's been very finicky lately. He'll want to write but won't have enough energy or brilliance to do it....He takes in reviews like coffee.