My Sweet Dream
Kitty Invictus
This is a response to a challenge. Basically it had to be called My Sweet Dream. I had always had the idea and the title worked perfectly so here it is. Max's thoughts after the episode (Blah Blah Woof Woof) in season one.
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I didn't understand how he could be so god damned idealistic all the time. He always had to go that extra mile to help those in need, even if it cost him his life. After what happened I had done just that; put my life on the line for him.
I couldn't for the life of me figure out why. It wasn't because he was cute or rich not even really that he cooked me dinner all the time. Was it because he was there for me? Was it because he knew what I was and I could talk to him about it? Was it because he hadn't run away even though he knew what I was?
Did I love him? How could that have happened? Well if I didn't love him, why did I kiss him? I could have just walked away with Zack. I could have started a new life. But no. The second I found out he was in trouble, I went to him even though Lydecker had everyone in the city looking out for me. I infused him with my blood.
None of this was the problem though. What really had me stumped was the dream I had when I passed out. I could have sworn from the look he gave me afterward that he had the same dream. How was that even possible? Was it because my blood had been flowing through both of our bodies? Does that even make sense?
God why was I thinking of all this? It was just a dream. It could never happen. Even if I did love him, it could never work. I should have just left. I was only going to get him killed if I stayed. But I had tried it; walking away wasn't as easy as I thought. If only I had never set eyes on the statue of Bastet.
"Max? … Earth to Max?" Logan was waving his hand at me. I could see his reflection in the window. I wondered how long I had been out of it. I turned away from the image of never ending rain.
"I'm sorry what?" I looked sheepishly at Logan.
"I was just asking if you were going to stick around for dinner. I was thinking Fettuccini Alfredo." He smiled one of his special smiles. I could swear he only smiled like that for me.
"Um sure." I watched him turn away toward his kitchen and thought once more of that sweet shared dream of ours. Could it ever be true? Who knew.