WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT, WE'LL BE SAFE AND SOUND.
Ten years. Ten long years had gone by since the day Alanna and Jonathan fought in the desert, the day it all changed. Ten years since she'd turned him down, ten years since he'd walked away. Ten years is a long time. Those ten years found them both married, with children. Married to people they loved, and happily just friends. But every so often, they wondered. Sometimes it was around special moments for them, sometimes it was when they'd fought with their respective spouses. Sometimes, it was just a dream.
They both got those dreams. Dreams about what would have happened if she'd said yes, or he'd waited just a little bit longer. They would wake up next to their spouses, wracked with guilt over the dreams about a former lover. Dream could be funny that one. Neither ever woke up from dreams involving anyone else they'd slept with feeling guilty. Perhaps that was indicative of something. Did it mean… no. It couldn't.
Did it mean they were meant for each other?
One evening, ten years to the day since their fight, Alanna crawled into her bed in Pirate's Swoop, Jonathan into his in Corus. Both workaholics, their spouses were already slumbering. Neither knew what the day meant, but they had an idea it was around the right time. They slid under the covers and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to overtake them. When it did, they dreamed.
Once, I wrote decent Alanna/Jon fics. This is my attempt to get back to that. Similar to the vein of "Always," but probably in a different spirit. From now on, the story will be a dream, unless otherwise indicated. I won't put it in italics, it will just… be. Inspired, with lyrics from, "We'll Be a Dream" by We the Kings ft. Demi Lovato. I hope you enjoy!