This is set the evening after Blitz… just a little Summer/Dillon fluff. (points if you know the title)
Beautiful Dreamer
Fifty three, fifty four, fifty five…
The plastic brush slid through the golden blonde locks of hair, the count continuing as Summer sat in front of her mirror. Her thoughts drifted away but she kept count of how many times her brush went through her blonde locks, counting each stroke all the way up to one hundred. Her mother had taught her to, and as a habit she'd acquired during her lifetime, she still counted how long it took her to brush the oils through her hair. And she did it every night before she went to sleep, even if she barely had time.
"One hundred." She set the brush down on her dresser and turned away from it, adjusting her yellow tank top over the black sweatpants, shuffling her bare feet across the wooden floor. She crossed over to the door to close it when a dark figure passed by it. "Good Night." She said softly, a slight smile on her face. He stopped and stepped into the light a little, his face set into its almost permanent scowl.
"Good night." Dillon replied looking at her with a slight smirk growing on his face. "Sweet dreams."
Summer's face transformed into a grin. "They usually are." And usually involve you. She added silently to herself. Her dreams had been increasingly good lately, always involving the mysterious black ranger. The dreams varied in what happened in them, sometimes they were fighting monsters, others they were just hanging out, but once and a while, Scott, Flynn, and Ziggy were pushed to the background and Dillon was the only clear face she saw.
"I'm happy for you." He smirked in response for her and she imitated his face.
"You don't ever have good dreams?"
"A few." He responded, his face sliding back into the stoic one he always had on. Summer instantly remembered their conversation only a few hours ago when he'd woken up from their battle. When he'd opened his eyes and said something that had made her heart stop. Then Dr. K said something that almost made it stop again.
"What are they like?" Summer inquired with a smile, leaning against her doorway.
"If you want to interview me I might as well come in." He teased her and went to step in jokingly.
"Ok." Summer stepped back and watched his face twist into the poor excuse for a smile that was pretty much a massive step for him. But instead of letting her call his bluff, he came in and sat on the foot of her bed, expecting her to protest but instead she closed her door and sat across from him at the head of her bed, pulling her soft yellow pillow into her lap and watching him. "Now answer the question."
Dillon frowned at her and leaned against the wall her bed was next to, his legs hanging off the other end. He was silent for a few minutes, and Summer was silent too, watching him think, a slight grin on her face. "Usually they're of the group." He finally muttered. "You know, Scott, Flynn, Ziggy," He paused, "And you." He stole a glance at her and she smiled.
"Mine too." She shifted her legs until they were crossed, smiling at him again. "Even when we're fighting battles, they always come across as good dreams in the end."
"And you think I'm not normal." Dillon scoffed at her, rolling his eyes and staring at her door, his eyes getting glassy. Summer leaned back against her headboard and closed her eyes for a second to think and then reopened them.
"What about your bad dreams?" She asked softly, knitting her eyebrows at him. Dillon looked at her for a few seconds, sighed deeply and started speaking. Over the next fifteen minutes, Dillon spilled every detail of his recurring dream, from the girl with the cane to the robots grabbing him, himself in a white sheet and an evil red light. Summer listened silently, her seat on the bed getting closer and closer to Dillon as he spoke, her heart breaking for his pain. He finished and they sat in silence for a minute, Summer taking in what he'd said, Dillon dealing with the memories.
Silently she reached over and wrapped her arms around him, not saying a word, just holding him. He didn't know what to do at first, but after a few seconds he awkwardly raised his arms and touched her back, trying in his own way to hold her. It wasn't that he didn't like her hugging him, which was the exact opposite of how he actually felt, but he didn't know how to deal with her sympathy for him. It was new and different, so he just held her, feeling her body relax into his after a while. With his strength she wasn't a burden to hold, but her weight fell against his left arm and he lowered it a little, her body sliding down so that her face was leaning against his chest, tear stains on her cheeks.
She'd fallen asleep in his arms. Hugging him she'd fallen asleep with her arms tucked around him, and now since he'd readjusted her, she moved her arm so that she was curling into his embrace, subconsciously pressing herself into him. He didn't know what to do. Summer was sleeping in his arms, her face wrinkled in the pain, pain for him. Sympathy for him. It was hard to wrap his head around this; she was feeling pain for him, and was now sleeping in the crook of his arm, her head resting on his shoulder.
Hours later Summer returned to consciousness, she felt a warm body next to hers and her eyes shot open, looking up at the black mass surrounding her, blocking the light from invading her vision. Somehow she'd ended up on her side, tucked into the arms of a sleeping black ranger. She pulled herself back and propped herself up to look at him, his face relaxed as he slept in the corner of her bed and the wall. The last thing Summer remembered was hugging him, and then feeling really drowsy in his arms, then waking up next to him. She smiled at the sight of him without any tension in his face, relaxed in sleep. But it didn't last as his eyes fluttered open.
"Morning." She grinned at him and he knit his eyebrows together and looked at the window, eyes narrowed from the light. "I guess we fell asleep." She whispered softly, glancing down at his arm that was still firmly around her waist.
"Guess so." Dillon mumbled, moving his hand a little but not removing it.
"Good dreams?" Summer asked with a smile as she lay her head back down on his arm.
"Best one yet," He answered, closing his eyes again, "And I'm really glad it's not over."
"Me too." She snuggled closer to him, sighing contentedly. "Me too."
