The forest was dark and dense, wind from an oncoming storm, blowing the leaves on the trees harshly. As the young man ran, branches grabbed at his clothing, imparing his progress. He cursed under his breath and pulled forward, freeing his clothing from the branches and continuing his panic filled trek. Before too long he burst out into a clearing, instantly hit by a wind from behind that knocked him roughly to the tall grass.

He gasped and rolled over, seeing the storm darkened sky above. Lightning crossed the sky lighting up the clearing and nearly blinding him. He raised his arm to shield his eyes as a loud crack of thunder briefly deafened him. When the light died down, he lowered his arm only to have his eyes widen in horror when he saw who hovered before him.

With horror, he gasped their name a second before another powerful blow hit him hard enough to send him flying. He sailed briefly through the air, feeling nothing then... pain seared through his chest as he landed, impaled on a sharp branch.

Psimon sat up with a gasp, grabbing his chest in terror, as if to grip onto whatever had spiked him, only to find nothing, no wound, not even blood. His mind cleared and the real world entered his consciousness.

Realizing that he was in his bedroom, not in a storm shattered forest with his enemy, his heart stopped pounding, returning to a much normal pace, and he was able to breathe normally again. Relief set in as well and he relaxed, lowering his head and placing a hand on his forehead as if it were hurting. He let out a long, exhausted, sigh.

Another nightmare.

Just like all the other ones since...

No! He shoved all those thoughts out of his head before he entertained them further.

Psimon got out of bed, being careful not to wake up Devastation, a large, muscular woman, who lay beside him, and headed into the bathroom. He stepped into the small room and turned on the light, placing his palms on the small sink and resting his forehead against the smooth surface of the bathroom mirror.

The young telepath stayed that way for a moment, listening to himself breathing, as he forced his mind to clear. After a moment he lifted his head and stared at his reflection, gasping in shock when he saw the figure in his dream appear behind him. He quickly spun around to face the intruder, but found the doorway empty.

Psimon took a deep breath, holding it a moment so his heart would calm down once more, then he breathed out. She wasn't really there, he reminded himself, he was seeing things. She didn't even know where he lived!

He turned back to the mirror, frowning at his reflection. He half expected the image to show up again, but there was nothing in the glass this time but his own image and that wasn't much to look at either. Of course he was used to being unsettling and undesirable to look at, what with the dome exposing the top part of his brain, and the red line marks on his face. None of that was a big deal to him, no what bothered him were the dark bags under his eyes from little sleep and his increasingly haggard appearance. If his nightmares kept up he couldn't be sure how well he'd be able to hide it anymore, especially because lately his employers, Queen Bee and the rest of the Light, were already picking up on it. It wouldn't be good at all if they decided he wasn't able to do his job anymore. Being replaced was never an option in this line of work, especially for his boss. She wasn't exactly the most forgiving person out there, as proven by her actions toward anyone who didn't do what she wanted, when she wanted, as he'd learned a few times himself.

Hell hath no fury..

Yeah, now was not the time to be dwelling on his psycho employer and her treatment of her underlings. She wasn't exactly his currently problem, unlike the ghost haunting his every sleeping moment... Darn it! She invaded his every waking moment as well!

Psimon blinked and turned away from the mirror, pausing when he heard movement from the bedroom. Oh no, that fear came rushing back, and he reached out with his mind to see if he could pick up the presence of his enemy. There was none, just the woman sharing his bed. Her's was stronger now and her mind was too active to be in a dream state.

Had she awakened?

Psimon pushed away from the sink and stepped out of the bathroom, looking over toward the bed. Devastation was sitting up, looking somewhat cluelessly around the room, as if searching for something. He sensed she was looking for him without even having to read her mind.

"Psimon?"

"I'm here."

He saw her head turn in his direction and she visibly relaxed, obviously relieved that he was still there and hadn't gone off and left her alone in the apartment. Not that she couldn't take care of herself if she had been there alone and someone had broken in, though that was highly unlikely to happen. She was much better at defending herself than he was, the latter relying on others for protection.

The young telepath wordlessly stepped out of the bathroom and walked back over to rejoin her on the bed. He slid down onto the mattress, his back to her, and sighed, sitting hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees.

Devastation sensed something was wrong and turned slightly, gently placing her rather large hand on his shoulder. "What's bothering you?" He couldn't tell her, he thought to himself. She wouldn't be able to help him out with it, or she might suggest something foolish. His silence bothered her. "Psimon?"

"Nothing is bothering me," he finally responded, his voice purposely emotionless. "I am just fine, I had to go to the bathroom, that's all."

He sensed she didn't believe him. "Are you sure?" the woman pressed.

"Yes!" he said that a little too sharply and quickly lowered his voice, changing his tone to a softer one. "Yes, I am sure. There's no need for you to keep on asking..."

Devastation let it go, not wanting to set him off. Psimon was usually calm, most of the time, but when he lost his temper it wasn't pretty. Even though she probably could have bested him in a fight he could send her into a coma with one blast from his powerful brain. Whatever was bothering him, he'd tell her when he felt like it, if he felt like it, that is. "All right, I'm sorry. I'm just concerned."

Psimon turned his head to look at her, he noticed she seemed concerned which made him question how he should feel. Annoyed or relieved. The woman cared about him, but he, in no way, could tell her anything because he cared as well! They were just dreams he was having after all and really didn't want to upset this wonderful woman who loved him. It would be a better idea to try putting her mind at ease.

He reached up and took her hand, giving it a slight squeeze. "Don't let it bother you," he told her, trying to be as reassuring as he possibly could. "I am fine."

"You sure?" she asked again.

"Yes." he lied. "Just go back to sleep."

Her hand lingered on his shoulder a moment longer then she removed it, turning away to lay back down. He watched her do so wordlessly, as if he were making sure she did what she was told. He watched her until she fell back to sleep then lay down himself but he didn't sleep. His mind continued to relive the events in his dream and he was beginning to come to a conclusion, having had this dream many times before.

It wasn't just a dream, but a vision...

A/N

I see very few fanfics mentioning Psimon in them and most don't really have anything to DO with him, really. That's not why I am writing this thing, though. I've been wanting to for awhile. I like this guy and wanted to see how well I could delve into his character.