Oh, great. Finn was dreaming about Martin again.
No matter how hard Finn tried to push his "father" out of his mind, he occasionally managed to creep back in once Finn was unconscious, and no longer had control of where it wandered, or his thoughts.
In this particular dream, Finn was sitting in a beautiful green field. The sky was blue and clear, save for a couple of cloud houses. Martin was asleep in the grass beside him, snoring a bit loudly.
Finn reached for his sword, thinking that maybe, just maybe, killing his dad off in this dream would get rid of him for good, and he'd be able to have pleasant dreams again...but no...it just didn't seem right. Finn removed his hand from the sword handle and continued looking at Martin. Man, he had some wrinkles on him. Finn wondered just how old he was.
For whatever reason, he got the compulsion to pull out some of the grass in the field; it felt good between his fingers, like hair. Grassy hair.
He proceeded to dump some of the grass onto Martin's body. Just because. This attracted two little flies. As Finn sprinkled more grass into his snoozing father, more bugs showed up; a butterfly, a moth, another fly, and soon, even a bee. Finn silently hoped the bee would sting his dad in the brain.
He noticed some pretty flowers nearby, uprooted them, and wove them into a nice flower crown to place upon his dad's head. He did so, then clenched his fists in anticipation.
Slowly, but surely, the bee flew up to Martin's forehead to smell the flowers. It wiggled its little stinger in the air, then embedded it in Martin's skin.
"AAAGHHH!" yelped Martin, jolting awake, the bugs all dispersing.
Finn giggled a bit at the sight, but his grin vanished as soon as Martin flipped out and threw the flower crown into the grass.
"Sss...ahhh..." Martin caught his breath, nursing his bee sting. Then he turned to Finn. "Honey, what happened?"
In that moment, Finn felt some strange rush of emotions. Something about the way Martin was looking at him...why did he look like that? He thought back on all the effects Martin had had on his life...and he frowned. His dad was still waiting for a reply.
"I dunno, Dad."
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"Ah!" Finn woke with a start. He peered out the window at the stars, over at Jake, who was snoring quietly in his bed, then up at the headboard in his bed.
He took a breath, then returned to sleep. He slept peacefully for the rest of the night.
(A/N: I think this a little too personal to be a fanfic, maybe? I drew it as a comic in my journal, and I dunno, I liked it. Doesn't have much of a deep meaning, though, so heh-heh...don't read into it too much
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