A/N: First of all, I would like to reassure everyone that I DO plan on finishing Entwined. That said, thank you for reading my newest inspiration here. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Seemingly Normal

"Man, I'm beat."

The echo of soft laughter and me too's bounced through the hallway where the employee lockers were housed. Soft caramel curls bounced as the woman who had first spoken took her work vest off and carelessly shoveled it in to locker 172. A small black girl glared into her own locker, clearly irritated.

"This makes the third day this week we've had to do two trucks. It wasn't this way last year."

Tired but patient eyes followed the girl's angry movements, a gentle hand extending automatically to help her co-worker up. "It was this way last year too, but we weren't the team in charge of unloading. In any case, it's another day down and another day closer to a day off."

"I guess. But it's still rough. I don't see how you're still standing."

Sharon Rosemont laughed weakly. "I won't be much longer if we don't get out of here. Everyone else has already left."

The walk to her car seemed much longer than what Sharon had ever remembered. Probably because I can barely move without something hurting. Maybe I'm just getting too old for this. Coming to stop beside an older model 300m, the exhausted woman opened the door and slid carefully into the seat. She sagged into the worn leather, savoring the much needed support, before flipping her phone case open and opening Facebook. Sharon hated to admit it, but she was a lurker. She had a ton of "friends", but hardly ever talked to more than the few she worked with. Every now and then, she would 'like' a post or share it, but mostly she just observed. An unusual post caught her attention, stopping her in her tracks.

You've been in a coma for the past three years. We're not sure where this will manifest in your dream, but we have high hopes that this new technique will work. Please wake up. We need you. Leo needs you.

An amused hum escaped as Sharon's finger searched for the share button, but...there wasn't one? Likes and comments seemed to be disabled too, that was odd. Darkened green eyes flicked to see who the original post belonged to.

Unavailable

"What the...? Whatever."

OoO

"Is it working?"

Donnie's cautious brown eyes stared straight ahead, watching his long-time patient's neural readouts. "I'm not sure yet, but it's still early. If we can get anything, it will be a starting point at least. I don't want to give anyone false hope." Especially Leo.

OoO

...false hope.

"Hmm? What'd you say, love?"

Ocean blue eyes met Sharon's gaze with confusion. "I didn't say anything, darling. But I was wondering what you might like for supper?"

"Anything I don't have to cook. I feel like I could lay down and sleep for a week."

Chris grinned at his wife's dramatic statement. "Try to overwork yourself again, my love? You're going to put yourself in a coma one day."

Sharon chuckled. "Speaking of comas, I came across an odd post earlier on Facebook. Wanna see it?"

Chris halted his raid of the fridge to look at Sharon's phone. "That is odd. What do you think about it?"

"I think it's a hacker or someone trying to mess with people, but... what if it was real?"

Smiling, Chris handed his exhausted wife a plate of pizza rolls. "Then you'd better wake up soon or they might pull your plug."

"I feel so reassured."