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A/N: This was originally written and posted... over a year ago, I think. I took it down for some editing and completely forgot about it until now. Originally written as a request-fic for LiveJournal user Thistlerose, one of the only other people on the planet who actually support this pairing.
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Fire in the Sky
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Lately, Wufei has been dreaming of Dorothy. Always elusive, she keeps weaving in and out of his dreams at night, but she is never completely there. He'll catch a glimpse of her hair sweeping by, sometimes, or there might be a whiff of her perfume lingering in the air around him. When he tries to find her, she's gone.
Dorothy always does what she wants, even in dreams that aren't her own.
When Wufei tells her about his dreams, she laughs. "We are such stuff as dreams are made of," she quotes. "Or maybe nightmares."
"What do you dream about, then?" he asks her, and she shrugs.
"What do you dream about?" she asks him later, and he frowns, because he already told her.
"If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?" she continues, and he frowns again, because he doesn't know.
"I don't really dream like that," he finally tells her. "Meiran used to. She had all these beautiful dreams. Once she told me how you could make wishes on falling stars, or the first star of the night. She used to watch the sky when she thought I didn't notice. But I don't really dream like that."
"But didn't you live her life for a while? Not even then?"
Wufei shakes his head.
Dorothy thinks that she thinks more about Meiran now than Wufei does. To him she is a past that he doesn't dwell on anymore. But Dorothy sometimes sees her ghost dancing around him, though he never notices himself.
How would you like to be remembered?
She says; "A country named after me. Only a small one. I don't need much, really."
"Dorothy? Or Dorothonia?"
"How about Catalonia? Oh wait, that already exists."
So she doesn't know, and so she wonders - how would he remember her?
He doesn't know, of course. It wasn't until After that he knew that Meiran was pretty dreams and fire, but he thinks maybe... Dorothy is a storm, and beautiful, beautiful nightmares.
...and he thinks maybe... as their lips lightly touch and his hand runs up over her stomach and rests on her right breast.
That night, Wufei dreams.
... of familiar fingertips trailing up his arm, and an amused laughter in his ear, and then nothing.
And that night, Dorothy dreams.
... of a world wrapping itself up around her spine, exploding and falling over the sky in a thousand pieces and covering them both in ashes.
