Dream?

By

UCSBdad

Disclaimer: Not mine. Time: Mid-season six or so. Rating: K

"Dad! Dad! Where are you?" Alexis stumbled down the stairs, fumbling for the light switch and not finding it.

The lights came on as Kate rushed out of the master bedroom and ran to Alexis. "What is it?"

"Where's Dad?"

Kate put her arms around Alexis and hugged her. "He's still stuck in New Orleans because of the hurricane. I told him not to try to rush back here because of us. I want him back in one piece. What's wrong?"

"I had a dream."

"Okay, it was just a nightmare. You're upset, but it's just a dream."

"No. It wasn't. It was different. It was…weird."

"What do you mean?" Kate asked, concerned.

"I've had exactly the same dream for three nights now. That just doesn't happen. And these dreams are so real, more real than any dream I've ever had."

Kate led the young girl over to the couch. "So tell me about the dream."

"I'm in Africa. And I don't know how I know the dream takes place in Africa, I just do. I'm on a stretcher on the back of a tank, but I don't feel sick or injured. I can see trees and scrub all around me. There are other vehicles around us. I can smell the diesel exhaust and hear the roar of the engine, and it's hot, and I'm sweating. There are two wounded African soldiers on stretchers with me and more on the back of the tank with me. Everyone is wearing camouflage, helmets and are carrying weapons. One soldier is dead. I know that."

"Do you recognize anything that you might have seen anywhere? In a book, TV, on line?" Kate asked.

"No." Alexis shook her head and went on. "There are two men standing up on the back of the tank. Both of them are Caucasians, are in camouflage and have weapons. One is faced away from me and talking on a radio. He's speaking English, but I don't understand what he's saying. It's all numbers and military code words. His voice isn't familiar and I can't see his face, but I know I know him. I don't just know him, I know that I know him well. The other man is looking all around. I know him, too, but not as well as the first man. "

"Can you think of anything about them that's familiar?" Kate asked. "Anything at all?"

Alexis shook her head again. "Then, three delta shaped aircraft fly over, but they're completely silent. Then there's a huge flash of light and seconds later, an explosion. The other man leans down and says something to me, but I don't understand it. I can still see his face in my mind."

Alexis jumps off the sofa. "I can see his face." She runs into Rick's office and comes back with a pad of paper and a pencil. "I can see his face and I'll draw it for you."

When Alexis is done, she shows the drawing of the man to Kate. Ice forms in Kate's stomach. There's no doubt about it, the man in the picture is Simon Doyle.