I do not own Kate or Richie or any other character or original story from From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series.
Don't know where this came from, but have been thinking about Kate and Richie a lot. I'm super nervous for them to meet up again in season two. So, what if they started having dreams about one another? Here is Richie's.
His eyes flutter open with an intense sting, the first thing he notices is how bright the sun is, so bright that it's almost loud. Why the hell are the blind's open? Why is he in a room with light? Why is he awake during the day? His body does not just wake up during the day anymore, he is programed for the night. Throwing a hand over his eyes he tries to find the darkness of sleep, but it seems impossible.
Lying there he notices another thing that is different than any other morning, a shallow heartbeat. A sound he no longer hears on a daily basis and he sure as hell does not hear it as soon as he awakes. Turning his head he opens his eyes, and there laying next to him is a small pale body and if his heart was still beating it would have stopped. Laying there next to him is Kate Fuller.
Something is wrong here, very wrong. He is not in his own bed, nor is this the woman he is supposed to wake up next to. Sitting up he looks around examining the room he is in. Pale walls, a large window looking out towards the sun and Unknown Mountains. Carpet and furniture covered in books, bottles and clothing. The large bed they are laying in is covered in a pale blue comforter, and fluffy pillows. Something was horribly wrong.
Next to him the body stirs, he watches her as she stretches out. Her eyes are closed, she arches her back and moans. His Katie-Cakes is lying beside him in a too big for her shirt and even though he knows something is not right, nothing could be wrong in the situation.
"Morning baby." She mutters as she barley opens her eyes, and smiles at him.
Baffled he has no words, in what world is he Kates 'baby'. He stays frozen. She grabs him by the back of the neck suddenly and she's there, her lips are on his and he kiss is not sweet but sinful. He presses into her and she pulls him even closer, something is majorly wrong. " I missed you, I'm so glad your back." She moans around his lips, and she rolls on top of him. Lying here in this bed is everything that he could have possibly hoped for- his Katie-cakes loving him. And even though none of it made sense, even though this was not the place he fell asleep this was a life that he was more than happy with, this was what was meant to be.
Kate sits up, and looks at him. " What's wrong Richie?" She questions him, with the bright sun beating over Kate her hair turns a more maroon red, and her skin glows with freckles but its there in her face that something is different, lines where they used to not be, small details in the way she smiles. His Katie was older, and Richie was even more confused but he plays along.
" Just tired is all Katie." He remarks before pulling her into another harsh kiss, a familiar kiss even though he knows they have never been like this but the odd part is that it feels like they are like this all the time, this is a routine that is not a routine. Reaching for her he notices another difference. Her shirt, which is his shirt one he wore just a few days ago creeps up her stomach and there where his Katie is curvy and perfect is a bump, a small one but one he runs his hand over and shutters and she giggles.
" Well baby, I have a busy day. I have to meet Daddy to do some work for Sunday, I will leave some hot water in the shower." She kisses his nose once before hopping off of him and prancing over to a door, and she closes it behind her.
Richie looks at himself in the mirror and notices nothing different, nothing off. He is dressed in a pair of jeans and a thick winter sweater however, because it was all that he could really find. He runs a hand through his wet hair and opens the door going back into the bedroom, his bedroom?
Walking down a long hall with the same white carpet he follows the dull noise he hears, but stops along the way to gaze at the pictures on the wall. There in a black frame is Kate and himself on a white sand beach. Another picture shows them together at a restaurant, and another shows them both in ugly matching Christmas sweaters.
He finds her in a large kitchen with her back to him, amazing Grace is playing on a radio somewhere and she is leaning against the counter laughing and before he can ask what's so funny another little voices catches his attention.
There sitting at the counter is a little girl. A little girl with his big blue eyes and Kates pale skin, curly hair almost black hair, she must be about four and she must be his.
" Daddy!" The little girl sounds off in a high pitch voice, confirming his thoughts.
Kate turns to him, smiles and hands him a mug of black steaming coffee.
"Th-thank you." He stutters, and Kate smiles but looks at him just as confused as he feels. She goes to say something but a noise breaks through her thoughts.
" Anybody alive in here?" A voice shouts from somewhere in the house, and a stir goes through his body, a stir that was similar to the feeling of when he first started 'seeing'.
"Aunt Nessa!" The little girl shouts as she jumps down from the chair and goes running around the corner giggling all the while as her little dress jumps with her.
" Baby, are you sure everything is all right? I know what you said but you just seem off." Kate starts as she grabs him by the waist, and there over his shoulder is a southern demon.
" Well, I think you are coming with me for the night." There is Vanessa, holding his daughter. The feeling was odd the little girls who's name he did not even know was his daughter, and he felt every instinct he could because of it.
"What's Courtney Lover doing here?" He asks out loud before he can stop himself.
Kate hits his arm while Vanessa just glares at him. "It's never very nice seeing you either Richard."
"She's taking Rose for the night, remember?" She says this as she goes to hug Vanessa, and Richard almost feels sick at the sight.
Richie stands in the kitchen, watching the two woman talking as though they were best friends, and Richie sips his cinnamon flavored coffee. Rose, that's the little girls name. We named her Rose, he thinks.
" Oh, hey Richie try giving your brother a call will ya? He misses you!" Vanessa shouts as she turns out the front door.
The little girl is at his feet, tugging on his pants. " Love daddy." She smiles up at him with a toothless smile, and hugs his leg. He picks the little girl up, smiling as he does so and kisses her on the nose.
" You sure could fool me." Kate says when she finds him later that night laying on their bed once again.
She's in the door way, and she wearing this dress that is made of a thick wool, and her legs are covered with tights, he hair is curled and she looks like the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
"What?" He questions as she walks toward him.
She gets a serious look on her face as she sits on the end of the bed. " Yesterday you said you were excited for the baby but you are not acting like it. Richie," She sighs his name, " We are all worried about you, and I love you and don't want you to be upset because I know the first one was hard enough." She stops herself, and stares at him with tears in her eyes.
He pulls her into him, upset to see her upset. "I am excited Katie-Cakes and I love you. God damnit I love you Katie."
He pulls his mouth to his, and he knows that they were meant to be. He might not know how he got here but he knows it where he is supposed to be, with her.
He leans back onto the heavenly soft bed and groans as she grinds herself into him, he kisses down her neck and pulls at her ear.
He wakes with a start, looks around to find himself covered by darkness, and laying there beside him in the dark familiar room is Santanico. And here he is once again a man without Kate, a man who was never supposed to have her.