A lovely young lady, seemingly in her mid-20s, lay snuggled up to her husband in bed, fast asleep. She had long, silky white hair extending down to her mid-back that seemed as if it would gleam like freshly fallen snow, were it not for the few light stream blue streaks adorning it. Cat ears protruded from her head, twitching slightly, and farther down the tip of a tail could be seen peeking out from the side of the blanket covering the two occupants of the bed. She squirmed restlessly in her sleep, whimpering fearfully every now and then; clearly having a bad dream of some sort.
"Ren…we need to talk." The tall, dark man took a drag of his cigar, his eyes stone cold and emotionless. It was another nightmare of what happened back then, she realized. It was the night Gideon had broken her fragile heart, revealing that he'd been screwing other girls behind her back despite proposing a few weeks ago. Not even 24 hours after she revealed she was pregnant. "Professionally, you are relieved of your duties to the Erebus. In more personal terms, I'm leaving you." It still stung a bit that this had happened, but Gideon had been her first love after all, it had to be natural to still be a bit hurt. Thankfully, Clark had made his way into her life and saved her from the pits of despair, showing her what true love felt like. Ah, her mind was dragging her back to the dream at hand again. Of course, the others had all been there that night, forming a horizontal line with Gideon at the center. Ryeanna, dastardly bitch that she was, was grinning like this whole ordeal was incredibly amusing. Nikita, now dead after the incident with Krothu (much to Ren's satisfaction), was hanging on Gideon's side like a leech as Zero Hikari, so-called 'Lord of Wrath', declared how Gideon had "just boned Nikki". Koldash, one of the few friends she had in Erebus, was somewhere nearby, telling Nevins that this wouldn't be a suitable place for bunnies anymore. He was right, sadly. Nevins, sweet little Nevins who'd been nothing but kind and adorable, who had even tried his best to comfort her when she'd grown suspicious of Gideon's 'secret meetings', certainly didn't belong in the darkness between Hell and Earth. All of a sudden, the scene changed. She was with Clark in Pocket D, and Gideon, looking significantly different, was in front of them apologizing to her. He was saying something about not expecting her friendship or even forgiveness. Smart man, he'd gotten neither just as he claimed to expect. This was unusual though, she'd usually woken up after the betrayal without any appearance of his insincere apology. The scene was changing again…she was in some sort of desolate, barren field that looked like it'd recently been burned down. Seemed like she was alone. There was a city in the distance, it looked like it was on fire…it also looked a lot like Divinity's Reach! If she was all alone out here, where was her family? Her friends? Now that she looked around, this was obviously the remnants of Queensdale, and the damage extended farther than she could see. Why was she out here on her own if all those she held dear were trapped in the burning city?!
Ren rolled over in her sleep, shivering under the blanket with barely suppressed fear as tears pricked at her tightly closed eyes.
She had to save them…had to save Clark…! He was her everything, her life mate, she wouldn't be able to live without him! Running as quickly as her feet would take her, she headed toward the city, stumbling a few times. But the more she ran, the farther away D.R. seemed to get. She could feel the bond she shared with Clark squeezing her heart, screaming for her to find and save her chosen mate.
The other occupant of the bed, the very same purple-haired, silver-eyed, tech-savvy cyborg being dreamt about by his wife, slowly stirred awake from the constant rustling movements and frightened whimpers sounding from next to him. Once he was a bit more conscious, he realized the movements and noises were actually coming from his lovable catgirl. He carefully checked Ren over before giving her a firm but gentle hug, running a hand over her forehead and whispering lovingly and caringly to her that she was okay, attempting to wake her slowly and safely.
"Ren?" Great, now she was hearing voices to top it all off? "You're okay, love. I'm right here. Everything is fine." Wait, what? Here? Where was here? Her beloved wasn't trapped in a burning city after all? She looked around again, feeling a pair of strong, loving arms wrap around her.
Ren rolled over again slowly, snuggling closer to the enticing sensation of warmth and safety. She sniffled a bit, cracking an eye open to confirm that, yes, she was actually home in bed with Clark hugging her tightly, and no, the city was not on fire or in any imminent danger of burning to the ground. A shaky, relieved sigh escaped her as she buried her face in her husband's chest to hide the tears streaming down her face.
"I'm glad you're really alive," she whimpered out, "Thanks for waking me."