Before the Café...
He was sitting in the workshop with his mother. Her back was towards him, and all he could see was her dark curly hair, tied up in a messy ponytail. The place smelled faintly of flames and smoke, and it glowed warm and orange. His mother was muttering to herself in Spanish, completely engrossed in whatever it was she was fixing now. For once, he didn't care. It was just the fact that he was back here, back with her, that mattered.
And then suddenly the fire was back, all over again. He could feel the heat, intense and real, licking against his skin. He tried running towards his mother, but he couldn't move, he was stuck. He screamed for her, loud and raw, and when he looked back at the flames, he also saw his dragon, a twisted heap of bronze and copper. His head began to spin and his mouth began to burn and his eyes began to hurt. He looked around, wildly, for someone to help, and – there! A figure, a shadow, buried far into the flames, and yet apparently unharmed. He called to it, jumbling Spanish with English with plain gibberish. Somehow, it seemed to understand, and it came forward and he felt he could cry with relief. Help! Help had come!
But then the figure was very close, and he could see its face, and it was a white face, a white face wrapped in a black whirlwind of soil. The eyes stayed closed, but the mouth twisted into a slight smile and he could hear laughter, soft, slow laughter, that made him want to either punch that face hard or run as far away as possible. The soft, slow laugh became a soft, slow voice and it spoke to him - You have broken even the best machines – garbling something familiar into a nightmare, and the world split open under his feet, and then he was falling through sky, drawing out his yell behind him –
"FALLING!" Leo woke up with a start. He could still see the clouds and blue around him, before he realized he was sitting down, on Earth, with Piper and Jason and Hedge. "No – not falling." He breathed a sigh of relief, the jumbled, terrifying images already fading from mind.
Then he saw Hedge's outfit and he wished he was still asleep.
A/N: Just a random drabble, brought on by wondering what Leo was dreaming about before the café. Also by Hedge's gag-worthy outfit.