Dream A Little Dream

vHollow

Chapter One:

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

"Sayid!"

Sayid jerked awake and grabbed the hand shaking him.

Shannon, startled, let out a small gasp and overbalanced, collapsing onto her back.

"Shannon?"

"Were you expecting someone else?" she asked testily. Sayid merely chuckled to himself; her emotional swings were one of his favorite things about her.

"Of course not" he answered cheekily, "I just thought we wouldn't be having midnight visits so soon."

"Watch it, buddy" she mock warned him, pocking a long finger into his chest.

"What was it you needed?" he asked, capturing the finger and then the rest of the hand into his own.

Shannon's face blanked for a minute before it grew fearful.

"Shannon, what's wrong? Is it your brother?"

"No, Boone's still off playing Tarzan."

"Then what is it?" asked Sayid, sitting up straight to look her directly in the eye. A small technique he used to use when interrogating someone from his own side to make sure he received all the information.

Shannon's mouth opened to speak, but then closed again.

"Whatever it is you can tell me."

"Never mind" she replied and stood to get up.

"I thought you trusted me?" he asked, using yet another helpful technique he liked to call guilt.

"I do, I just…" she paused as she sat back down, this time directly beside him. "When I was little I used to get these dreams…nightmares really…"

Sayid waited for her to finish.

"I thought that after…well after a while that they'd just go away."

"Did they?"

Shannon nodded, "until tonight."

"Traumatic events can bring back a thing from our subconscious's that we had forgotten about." He explained in his lecturing tone. "What kind of nightmare?"

"Just regular nightmares, thanks Sayid."

"Anytime" he muttered to her retreating form.

(Transition)

Palm Springs, CA

Shannon awoke with a shriek, her lithe body covered in sweat, her eyes glazed with fear.

She quickly took in her surroundings and sighed in the comfort of her bedroom.

Her father ran into the room, a bat in one hand, a flashlight in the other.

"Sweetheart, are you o.k.?"

"I'm fine, Daddy. Just a bad dream."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"It was silly, Daddy."

"I could use the laugh after the heart attack you just gave me."

Shannon smiled at her father's comforting voice.

"It wasn't that kind of funny, Daddy."

"Well, tell me anyway."

"I was on an island."

"That doesn't sound too bad. Was it warm there?"

"Of course, Daddy! It's an island!"

"Which island?"

"We'd never been there before. No one had."

"Whose this we?"

"The other people on the airplane, of course."

"Did you dream you were in an airplane crash? Is that why you were scared?"

Shannon shook her head, "No."

"There was something scarier than an airplane crash?"

Shannon nodded, "Polar Bears."

Her father chuckled silently, "Well that is a funny dream."

"I told you!"

"Was that the whole dream?"

Shannon nodded yes.

"Will you be able to sleep now?"

Shannon nodded yes again.

"I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you, too, Daddy."

(Transition)

Shannon shivered in fear of the nightly dream she had long since forgotten.

And now there was a new dream.

And it was even more frightening.

Author's Note:

Thanks for reading (and hopefully reviewing) I really appreciate it. I'm currently in several fandoms at the moment (Harry Potter, Smallville, Charmed, X-Men, Buffy, Angel and some Alias) most being crossovers into one another. Therefore I've decided not to do yet another crossover and have settled for sticking to just one universe. The chapters will probably be this short (which I hate myself for) but it's the only way I'll be able to post sooner than one really long chapter every few months. Because I literally have no free time. But this story will not be abandoned!

Please, please, please review!

vHollow