Summary: It is often said that dreams are the mind's way of dealing with issues one can not come to finish consciously, so it's done subconsciously. Well, what happens when four different types of dreams occur all connected with four different people...not really having anything to do with one another?
A/N: Well here's the beginning to a new story. I'm hoping this one will be as good as most of my others are. (That's a total surprise. People like my writing lol.) I just decided it's time to get this idea out in the open. I hope you like!
A/N2: The truth is I had posted this not to long ago and had gotten some very good reviews. I immediately took it down not to long after though..becoming chicken. But now...now it's back up and I plan on continuing it. I'm on a roll. :)
'There's just so much to do...so much to say.' The dark haired diva thought to herself as she made her way around her block quickly turning the corner finishing up the last of her buttons on her heavy winter coat before moving onto her gloves neatly placed inside her pockets.
Here it was a very cold, very dark and very icy night and she was on her way to the nearest convenience store to pick up a few grocery items she had forgotten she needed for the big Christmas dinner she was planning to have for her spouse as well as both their families.
Her family was coming in the following night and her husband's the morning after along with him (from an overseas trip).
She sighed frowning. She herself had been scheduled to go tour "Down Under" with the rest of her coworkers and husband but an unfortunate injury had sent her home for the holiday and here she was...at home.
Seconds later the diva shrugged perking up considerably. Well no need to dwell on the past she supposed.
She was pretty confident the news that she needed to share would just about cause everyone to blow a gasit later on.
You see the dinner was just the beginning of a lot to help her ease her way right into the big bombshell she had been saving and was going to drop tonight.
Their dreams were finally coming true.
She couldn't believe it.
Just as the petite female reached the entrance of the store moments later and was about to enter, her cell phone went off startling her.
The automatic doors slid open as she reached into her big coat pocket to grab her phone, and she stepped inside the warm complex going to remove her gloves (for now, but not before placing the cell phone under her chin), placing them both into her pocket then proceeding to walk of towards the nearest aisle.
Her cell phone continued to ring but it was decided right at that moment that no phone calls would be taken from her tonight.
She smiled.
Whoever it was could wait for now. She was going no where important and in the happy mood she was in at the moment, she really didn't want bad news right now.
Something told her it was.
But not so important to check.
All was right at the moment
The brunette came across a center table stacked with two for one sales of already made rolls and grabbed a bag each.
Perfect! Some rolls, a cake, what else did she need?
Thirty minutes had went and gone as the brunette had wandered to and fro in the store picking up the items she had needed before she had finally found herself in the front of store check out quickly.
"Whoa! That sure is a lot to carry miss. Are you sure you don't need any help," The current cashier who was ringing her up asked the diva and she shook her head smiling.
"Nope. Everything's under control, but thanks for offering."
As the petite female bent to pick up her bag of groceries for the night her stomach growled and she let out a little surprised "Oh!" raising her eyebrows.
Guess she hadn't realized she had missed a whole entire meal today.
That was rare.
After everything was situated and all was in the right places and she was content, the female stepped out of the store into the cold now fully dark night and started to head home quickly.
About another thirty minutes had passed once more before she was finally able to set foot into her house and be greeted by her little dog, Dayne.
"Hey mister," She crooned out ruffling the dog's little ears and he barked happily.
She smiled kicking off her shoes by the door, dropping her keys on the nearby hallway table before heading down the hallway to the kitchen.
As she went to reach for her refrigerator door after quickly entering the kitchen, an annoying little beep sounded behind her and she cocked her head to the side.
A Phone Call. Again.
She rounded her little isle in the middle of the kitchen reaching over to push the answering machine button.
BEEP
"You have reached the home of Mr. and Mrs...well..you most likely already know whom this is don't you? Or else you wouldn't have called..." Laughing could be heard afterwards followed by: "Just leave a message and one of us will be sure to get back to you soon ok?"
BEEP
Someone coughed on the other line as the message machine picked it up followed by "Nice to know we still have that on our message machine."
It seemed the person finally realized they were being taped because there was an awkward moment of silence before they spoke out again: "Oh! Hey baby. Guess who?"
The diva sighed rolling her eyes good naturally.
Jericho.
"How are you doing," Chris continued to speak out over the machine and the female turned to start putting up her groceries. "I really wanted to hear your voice but obviously you're not home. Why? Where are you? You better not be out late."
The brunette chuckled a little. Just like him to be pestering somebody when they weren't in to hear it.
The diva sighed, crumpling up the brown paper bag in her hand finally done with the groceries.
It's been to long since I last talked to him the female thought as the message ended not to long afterwards. 'Time for a phone call.'
She reached over placing a hand onto the cordless on the counter but just as she brought it up to check for a dial tone the phone jerked ringing loudly.
"Oh! Geez!" She yelled out jumping back placing a hand over her chest breathing heavily. "People have really got to stop doing that to me," She gasped.
She slowly brought the phone to her ear after allowing her breathing to return to normal. "H..Hello," She stuttered out and was quickly rewarded with a relieved sigh followed by a loud booming voice.
"Mrs. Jericho? Is this Mrs. Jericho?"
The diva frowned. "Yes, it is. May I ask who's calling?"
"Why yes. This is Mr. Bernadeck from the United Flight Airlines."
"Ok."
"I'm afraid I have some very bad news Ma'am."
"Well..Um..Like what," The diva asked walking out of her kitchen and down the hall towards her living room.
The person on the other side let out a shaky sigh before speaking out once more. "I'm..well..it's pretty big Ma'am. Maybe you should-"
"No! Please tell. I can't stand the suspense," the female cut in finally coming to sit down the velvet couch placed directly by her front window. "What is it?"
"I..well..it's really big miss."
"Get on with it," The diva barked out not meaning to do so and the man on the other side of the line spoke quickly as if being shot.
"Well, there's been an accident."
"An..an accident?" The female asked already dreading the worst. "W..what kind of accident?"
"Well, you have heard about the weather haven't ya miss?"
"Yes, That's really not important right now. The weather has been quite normal over the states lately. What's the problem here?"
"Um..you see..there's been some harsh storms since around two P.M. your time."
The diva frowned. Since when? She had not known about this.
"Um, Ok. So please tell me what you needed to say."
"Well I'm not so sure that's such a good-"
"Please," The female cut in for the second time that night as a look of worry etched it's way across her face.
'Please let Chris be okay, please let Chris be okay.'
"Mrs. Jericho I'm sorry to inform you over the phone like this...but your husband's...he didn't quite make the rest of the flight."
The diva nodded slowly coming to sit up straight onto the couch, somehow she had managed to lie down.
"You..N..No. You're wrong. This can't be...He can't be..You're wrong! You lie..he can't be..he can't be..."
"Look. If there's anything we can do Mrs.-"
"No! No. There's nothing you can do! You've done enough damn it!"
The diva slammed the phone down on the table, not bothering to turn the receiver off, before bringing her hands back up to wrap around her forearms.
No.
This couldn't be right.
This couldn't be true.
He wouldn't have just left without knowing...
A knock sounded on the front door.
She didn't hear it. She started to rock back and forth slowly.
The tears didn't come...they were already there after she had had to cut in to get the person to speak the second time.
He had left her.
She placed her hand over her abdomen shaking her head.
He had left them both...
The last thing she heard was the front door opening somehow and the yell of "Surprise!" before everything blacked out.
And all was gone.
A/N3: So whatcha think? I'm hoping at least alright.